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“Shields back up at full power, Commander,” Grant said from tactical. “Phasers charged, torpedoes loaded.” Commander Nevin nodded. “Ensign Holden, any news on our fleet?” Holden was monitoring the comm channels, his face tense. “The fleet are pushing on the frontline, but the Klingons are holding. Our support is on its way, but the Klingon sensor net is interfering with our scans. Not sure on their ETA but they're coming.” T'Vet looked back from the operations console. “The Klingon fleet will be here in ninety seconds. Sending coordinates to tactical.” Grant received them, and sent the data to the gunners. Nevin took a deep, slow breath. “Ensign O'Hare, match the Berlin and Grizzly in speed and movement. Ready a half impulse burst, we'll have to duck few shots.” O'Hare programmed in the manoeuvres. “Ready, ma'am.” Nevin looked at Grant and nodded to him. “Anything to add, Lieutenant Commander?” Grant glanced around at her. “No, ma'am, you pretty

O'Hare opened her eyes, wincing at the bright light above her. Slowly, the room came into focus: the pulsing of the machinery above her head, the whirr of a tricorder from somewhere around her head, and the warm hand holding hers. She turned her head slowly. Grant was beside her, staring through the sickbay viewport. There were bags under his eyes, his face was ashen. He seemed half-asleep. Shen'Zahr walked past, and glanced down at O'Hare with a smile. She nudged Grant, who blinked, and sighed with relief as O'Hare squeezed his hand. “Good to have you back,” Shen'Zahr said warmly. “Don't try to talk too much, there's some damage to your vocal chords.” “Thanks for taking care of me,” O'Hare croaked. “It's what I'm here for. Your chest will feel pretty heavy for a few days, you'll be in sickbay for the next two at least.” “My face is sore.” “I'm not surprised. It was exposed to vacuum, and you decompressed, not to mention the lacerations you received from shards of your suit's

Chief Miura settled back in his chair. “I've gotta tell you, Commander, I'm surprised you're that good a cook.” “I told you he was,” O'Hare said with a grin. The double date had gone better than Grant thought it would. He, O'Hare, Miura and Oaken were in his quarters on the Kodiak, sitting around his desk. He had taken great pains to turn it into some semblance of a dinner table, covering it with a cloth, turning the lights down to half, laying out candles. The dinner had been salmon, spinach, potatoes and beetroot, cooked using a portable hot plate and grill Grant had procured on Deep Space One. “I appreciate you saying so, Chief,” he said, raising his glass. “I'd say it's the perfect way to properly start our journey into sector RV-31,” Oaken said. “A good meal, with good company.” "Here's a question for you, Lily," O'Hare said. "You've seen the long range scans. What's the most romantic planet we're coming up on?" Oaken whistled. "That depends. There's an L-Class world

Elenna Dawson slowly opened her eyes, and stretched. Alec was still asleep. She rolled over slowly, and touched the control panel on the wall of the bunk. Ship time was 06:12. Her first shift on the Kodiak would be starting in a few hours. She nudged Alec, grinning at him as he woke up with a grunt. “Morning, dozy.” He mumbled something that Elenna recognised as his version of 'good morning', and rubbed his eyes. “I don't think sound carries through the privacy screens, by the way...” That woke him up a little more, and he leaned over her to check the time, giving her a quick kiss as he did so. Elenna wrinkled her nose. “Mmm … morning breath.” He poked her cheekily. “My morning breath's bad, huh?” He looked at the time and groaned, kissing her again. “And there was me thinking we had a little time …” “Play your cards right …” Elenna said with a wink. She pressed another button on the panel, and the privacy screen slid aside. The Kodiak's crew seemed a lot happier with their

“Come on, LT,” Nishenna laughed, jumping off the deck traversal ladder. “How long has it been since you tasted fresh Andorian tuber root?” “Not long enough,” Diaz muttered. They stood in the Deck 4 hallway for a moment, eyeing Cargo Bay 3. “After what happened on Var, you really won't even go in there and say hello?” “No.” “Gardener's friendly.” Diaz glared at Nishenna. Her green skin went a shade lighter. “I'm just saying … it played a key role in saving an entire civilisation from extinction. It had as big a part in that as Lily and Takumi did.” “I don't care if it pulled twenty orphans out of quicksand,” Diaz said flatly. “You're not going to make me look at that thing and not see a killer.” “You'll see what you want to see, then,” Nishenna muttered. “Excuse me, Ensign?” Nishenna looked up at Diaz's furrowed brow. “I'm just saying, ma'am. It's done enough for me, and a lot of the crew. I don't know what it has to prove to you. I don't know how it can prove it isn't a

The helm console lit up in front of Diaz, and O'Hare quickly slid out of the maintenance area. “Go!” Diaz engaged the impulse engines. The Cub blasted through space, only just ahead of the gravitational wave. Diaz realised, suddenly, that she had been holding her breath. She gasped in a gulp of air as she moved into the copilot seat. O'Hare kicked off the bulkhead and floated to the helm, strapping back in. “Time?” “We're out of the woods, but the wave is still getting closer. The biggest problem is when we get back to DS1.” She wiped the sweat from her mouth. O'Hare sighed. “Right … when we slow to dock, we get hit.” Diaz nodded. She slumped down in her chair. “Can you dock at full impulse?” “I mean …” O'Hare shook her head. “I can get us through the internal bay door, but stopping distance is still a problem. We'd crash.” Diaz checked the scanners. They had about twenty minutes before they arrived at the station. “Shelby … I'm sorry. I should have just let you