Return to the Trail of Fire

**RELMAZ--BRIDGE**

"GAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
A short silence...
"What happened?"
"Where is he?"
"He fell down!"
"Fell down?"
"Who?"
"The Captain!"
"Fell down where?"
"The turbolift..."
The bridge crew of the cruiser Relmaz gathered in front of the turbolift door to see it for themselves. They knew that the lift wasn’t working well (no thanks to the previous month's Shadow attack), but it was supposed to have been fixed. The engineer would soon be hearing from the captain about this.
"Captain?" The navigator's voice was more amused than really worried; Captain Pizman had been in worse situations without hurting himself. "Are you all right?"
"Solek!" The loud voice from down there showed that he was. After all, the lift was stuck directly under the bridge. So Captain Pizman only fell about 3 meters. He really had been in worse situations...
"Captain?" Solek appeared in the still open door, looking down. "Are you..."
"Yes, yes... I am alright." The Captain was already climbing up, almost as amused as his navigator. "Didn't you tell me the lift was fixed by now?"
"I said it should be fixed by now, Sir... that's a slight difference." The Vulcan looked at the Captain, certainly asking himself why other species were so imprecise most of the time.
"Oh, well, fine..." Pizman stared down and shook his head. "See to it, Solek. I do not plan to continue injuring myself until we know the thing’s in working order. Meanwhile, I’ll take the access tubes if I have to."
"Sir, where were you going anyway?" asked Pizval.
"Erm...well...good point, brother. I guess I'll just stay here then."

**KEDANYA--MAIN BRIDGE**

The communications officer was on duty. Nothing was happening. All of a sudden he heard a signal coming from the basic direction of the Reunion.
He tapped a button. "Hailing frequencies open."
"This is Happy Wok. Would you like fried rice with your order?"
"WHAT?!"
"Would you like fried rice with your order?!"
"No." And with this, he closed the frequencies.

A few minutes later, another hail. "Hailing frequenc--"
An unearthly scream filled the speakers. He quickly cut the channel.

Not too long after, yet another hail. "Hailing frequencies ope--"
A flat, monotone male voice slowly interrupted: "Auto destruct in 5... 4... 3.. 2... 1... Boom."
The communication ended.

**SA'TOTH II**

Sela's Son was quaking with laughter. That set of practical jokes had set the station on its ear, especially the Ben Stein one.
But it was time to stop. Too much more and Wes would be on him.

**KEDANYA--MAIN BRIDGE**

Ten minutes after the last call, another hail happened. Frustrated, the comm officer hit the line-trace, then the panel.
"HAILING FREQUENCIES OPEN!!!"
But this comm signal was visual, and the face which appeared on the viewscreen was Wes's. "Pipe down, we can hear you.
What are you so upset over?"
"Sorry sir, we just fell victim to telephone pranks."
"Hm. I think we'll discuss that later. Scans of this sector are proceeding, and two M-class planets we've found have intelligent life. One seems to be on the breakthrough to warp technology. Relay all this to the next starbase, please. Crusher out."

**SPACE--THE FINAL FRONTIER**

The ships flew together. The Reunion, the Relmaz, the Sa'Toth II and two other warbirds, a Terran Empire ship, and an Alliance ship. They were engaged in a cooperative effort to explore strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civ... well, you get the drill. Anyway, at this point of the plot, something unusual has to happen, so here we go....

**REUNION--BRIDGE**

"Sir," came the report from Kurn. "I'm detecting a neutrino disturbance, dead ahead."
"All stop," ordered Admiral Crusher. The ship slowed to impulse power. It did not, however, stop.
"Sir, something's pulling us toward the disturbance! We're going to--!"
It was if something had exploded in front of them. They were pulled into a large, lit hole in space. The other ships were drawn in too. The Reunion and the other ships traveled through a strange tunnel, and emerged at the other end. On the outer edge of a star system.
"Kurn..." said Wes, "...give me a scan of this system."
Kurn did so. "Planets...all uninhabited, G-class or Jovian. All the G-class worlds are rich in dilithium, tritanium, latinum--most any kind of important mineral you can name."
Wes grinned. "Quite a find. But where are we now?"
Kurn did a long-range scan, compared it to star maps. "According to this, we're in a neutral system in the middle of the Galactic Rift. There's some kind of barrier that'll keep us from exiting, and other ships from entering--except via the wormhole. The other end of the wormhole is in neutral territory, close to the Romulan empire but also close to the
Federation. The Ferengi are a bit farther out but still in range."
"So that's how we'll divide it. I'll speak with Sela's Son and the other ships about it."

Soon the other ships had come to an agreement. The Romulans would have the largest share, since they were closest to the other end of the wormhole. The Federation would have the next-largest share. The Relmaz was carrying a Ferengi representative, and they eventually agreed the Ferengi would get the third-largest share. The Alliance and Empire would each have shares equal in size to that of the Ferengi. And they decided all the other governments of the Alpha Quadrant Alliance would each get an equal portion of the remainder.
Wes had already started a full shuttlecraft survey of the system. The shuttles were gathering every possible bit of information just to be sure that each party had their proper share.
Just then, one of the shuttles, over the fourth planet, exploded suddenly. "Wha..." exclaimed Wes.
"I don't know, sir. Telemetry wasn't showing anything wrong..." stammered Kurn.
"Sir." It was Lazarus Long, at science. "The shuttle was destroyed by a nuclear fission explosion."
Wes's jaw dropped. A fission explosion? But the shuttle was powered by fusion and anti-matter power sources, not old-style fission systems...
"Kurn," said Wes slowly, "Set course for the fourth planet. I need to know what's going on."
"Course laid in, sir."
Wes swallowed. "Engage."

*Meanwhile, on the Civilization...

M'Red was frustrated. Granted, he was frustrated rather often lately, but today just went too far. He would have a nice word with whoever was responsible. And he had a pretty good idea who that was...

"Computerrrrr" he repeated again. "I just needed my underwear cleaned. I did not ask for it to be replaced with..this!" His furry fingers held up a iece of clothing that looked suspiciously like the taditional Romulan wedding-night underwear used in the outter systems.

"Please specify wanted adjustments," the computer replied stoically.

"I WANT MY UNDERWEAR BACK!"

That was the moment the doors to his quarters opened and Koras came in. "We are late for the rendezvous with.. what is THAT?"

The Caitian looked at the Klingon, trying to keep his face as expressionless as possible, but his twitching ears betrayed him. "It appears to be Romulan wedding..."

"Don't play the Vulcan one me, I KNOW what that is. No, don't ask why I asked." With considerable interest, the Klingon scrutinized the offending piece. "But what in Kahless' name do you WANT with it?"

"The computer delivered the wrong thing," M'Red admitted in a grumbling voice.

Koras' eyes narrowed. His First had had too many computer related incidents lately. Someone seemed to play tricks on him. He would need to look into this. "Whatever... dress up and then join me in the security office, there are some things needing our attention." With that he left, leaving a stunned Catian who tried to figure out how to get underwear.

Arandis stared at the screen just delivering the latest news about the so-called "Bubble Operation" refering to the system the Reuinion had discovered. For a while she did not realize the picture had changed, she was deep in thoughts. Then she realized she was looking at the equivalent of a Vulcan pizza yet again. She blinked. The picture was gone.

"Three times in a week," she mumbled. "I should really pay a visit to sickbay..."

Koras needed to let the computers be fixed. might be something related to the newly installed phased cloak.

But right now, he had more important things to deal with. in the briefing, he told them the situation, and also that he couldn't reach the Reunion.

Entil'zha answered this. "I have found that problem, yes, and you should be able to contact the admiral now."

"Thank you, lieutenant. All of you, you know the situation now. get to work on it. Dismissed."

Koras went to his ready room, and opened a channel to the reunion.

"Admiral. we picked up a signal of a destroyed shuttle. we were in the area, and are offering assistance".

Koras awaited the response.

[[[[camera on the Civilization outer hull, and zooms out]]]]

**SA'TOTH II**
Sela's Son smiled. He had contacted the Government and they were happy. One of the cities on one of the four G Class planets the Romulans control would be named after him sence he had been one of the captains discovered it. Of the 15 G class Planets The Romulans got 4, Federation 3, Ferengi 2, Terrans, 2 Alliance 2 and The other worlds would split the remain 2 worlds equally. The system was large, it had three stars in the center which 23 Planets orbited. The Jovian type planets would be mined in the same partitioning system as they to were valueable. To mine them a Big, emppy, hollow sphere would be opened inside them and then closed. Slowly bringing in the vast resources on the planets.
Sela's Son looked at the screen again.
"The Praetor had decreed that most Dilithium will be stored for emergancies, and the rest traded off to our allies. Today is a good day for Romulus and her allies. Cooperate with the Federation, if something happens that might suggest someone wants a bigger piece of the pie use your Tal Shiar operatives and work with the Federation and that Carjan friend of yours. Romulus out."
"Sir," Vendrimi announced "we just recieved word that a shuttle from the Reunion exploded in a fission reaction."
"The Federation does use Fusion reactors, but not Fission. Hmmm odd."
"The other ships are moving to the 4th Planet, which will be under Federation control, shall we move in as well?"
"Yes. Do not order the Penguins Beak to dephase."
Sela's Son taped a few buttons, and set the volume on his armrest low so he would not disturb the crew.

"Oh a wise guy eh?!"

Sela's Son twitched. That wasn't the music he wanted! He wanted a nice, old, Romulan 'harp' score! Sela's Son turned the arm chair's speaker off.
"Sela's Son to Engineering. Check the computer for bugs. Also make sure the Turbolift if working right."
"Aye Captain."

Sela's Son frowned. This was extremly odd, besides he wanted his Chocolate! The Replicator still hadn't got his Chocolate Pancake order right! Sela's Son sat, took Catch-22 out of the book holder and begain to read.

**USS CIVILIZATION**

"Please be here as soon as possible. Crusher out." The communications channel cut out, and Koras returned to the bridge.
"Mr. Klark, set a course for the Ovosel system, warp factor six."
"Aye sir," came the reply from the helm.
Soon they were on their way.

**RELMAZ--BRIDGE**

"Then she lit up the candle, and she showed me the way...there were voices down the corridor, thought I heard them say..."
Pizman was lounging in his ready room, listening to one of the old Earth songs that he enjoyed the most. Things were good.
Very good.
"Welcome to the Hotel California...such a lovely pl--NA ROCK AND ROLL ALL NIIIIIGHT..."
This startled Pizman. That wasn't part of the song. He continued to listen, but the new song didn't stop, and he finally hit the "Stop" button.
It didn't stop.
He hit it again and again, but it still didn't stop. Then, on a hunch, he hit "Play". It stopped.
He hit his badge. "Pizman to Engineering--"
Fizz. Crackle. Squeal. This was bad.
He headed for the doors, which stubbornly refused to open. His nose hurt from the impact.
He hit the phasing device, and walked through the doors. He hit it again, and the bridge crew could see him now.
He spoke to Gomez, on duty at the engineering console. "It seems we're experiencing some problems. Run down to Engineering and request a repair team. And use the access tubes--I don't trust the turbolifts right now."

**USS CIVILIZATION**

"Sir, we are approaching the edge of the Ovasel system," reported Klark.
Koras nodded. "Good, stand by to drop out of w--"
Suddenly everyone on the bridge was thrown out of their seats, toward the front.
Kara'Zuma was first to recover his seat. "We've hit some sort of outer-system barrier about 20 billion kilometers away from the system's Oort cloud. It's slowing our forward progress."
The ship continued to slow down, finally grinding to a halt on the edge of the system, still 5 billion kilometers from the Oort
cloud.
Entil'zha reported from Engineering: "The barrier is causing too much of a strain on the engines. I'll have to drop to impulse."
Koras sighed. "Do it."
And abruptly, the crew was thrown out of their seats again, still forward. Kara'Zuma and Koras held their seats this time.
"Report."
"The barrier returned to its natural position. We are tumbling at about point five cee directly away from the barrier."
Kara'Zuma stared incredulously at a readout. "Sir, readings indicate that the barrier is made out of several megatons of vulcanized rubber."
Koras groaned. Another blasted malfunction. Entil was going to have his hands full.
Klark was getting up, and he quickly programmed a sequence of adjustments. Soon the dizzying viewscreen steadied, and the ship stopped dead in space.
Monroe was up now, and he reported something. "Sir, Wes sent us a science package. There's a stable wormhole about three parsecs from here that leads to another opening within the system. The coordinates are given here."
Koras was not happy. Why hadn't Wes told him earlier? Well, keep that in mind, he might need it later.

*Clark, can we get through this...whatever it is?"
"Negative, sir. I can't even get the engines working. wait... what the... hold on, everybody!"

The rubber expanded, and flung the civilization forward even harder.

Koras yelled, to get heard over the claxons sounding.

"what is going on?!"
"It seems like the stuff we ended up, is really like rubber. We are being flung forward, towards the wormhole, but I can't get us to stop. engines are all offline."
"Bridge to engineering. we need some sort of control over the movement of the ship, or we may well end up half inside, half outside the wormhole!"

Some static, and then entil'zha's voice came over the intercom. "Sir, I have managed to get thrusters online only. best I could do."
"Helm, can you get us away from the wormhole?"
"Negative. we are going to fast, and don't have enough space to maneuver anymore"
"Very well. Pilot us into the wormhole.
*hits ship-wide intercom...*
"This is the captain speaking. All hands, brace for impact."

As the civilization went into the wormhole, just barely missing the edges of the wormhole, the ship went rocking. redshirts were sent flying away from blasting panels, and thus leaving a big mess for the clean-team.

"Engineering to bridge! warpdrive is coming online. engines are going to full capacity! What the ^$*& are you doing up there?"
"We aren't doing anything!"

The civilization went into the wormhole, and went through very quick at this speed. Some sort of barier prevented the crew from lowering the speed, and thus clark was working at his best to keep the ship between the wormhole-walls, and not against them.

Some time, and an amount of redshirts later, the civilization aproached the exit, and suddenly dropped speed. The Civilization exited the wormhole.
Damage report?"
"Nothing fysical we can't fix, but we did lose 23 redshirts. And we still have that computer virus."
"Understood. plot a course towards the reunion, full...whatever you got."

**SA'TOTH II**
"Have the 'Captain Yacht' Ready just in case of an Emergancy."
"You mean your personall White Star? It's a bloody warship not a yacht!" said the Romulan who he was a Britain.
"Yes, my White Star and it's not a warship! it can't destroy a Galaxy! Oh wait... no ship can. Then yes it is a warship. I'm going to Engineering... through the stair things."

**SA'TOTH II**
"Sir I don't know what went Wrong. The computer seems to be acting funny. I swear I did repair.."
"Be quiet! I don't care what you did do I want to know what you DIDN'T do!"
"Sir, may I recommend.."
"No be Queit! Or you'll be piloting a Garbage Scow!"
"Well Sir What I was trying to say was that I rep.."
"I don't care what you DID do I want to know what you DIDN'T don! Now what did you do?"
"I didn't not repair all th.."
"I thought I just asked you what you DID do."
"You did, but you said you didn't care what I did do."
"Are you calling me a Liar?"
"No."
"Then why did you say I lied?"
"I didn't."
"Are you calling me a Liar again?"
"No sir.
"Good. Now what did you do after the battle with the Shadows?"
"I repaired the ship and installed the latest upgrades from the Tal Shiar."
"Ok... keep working. I'm going back to the bridge."

**SA'TOTH II BRIDGE**
Sela's Son sat back down and begain to read. After about an hour, the comm system beeped.

**RELMAZ--GARDEK'S QUARTERS**

Gardek climbed out of the Jefferies tube. The computers still weren't working, so the crew had to resort to running messages and climbing through access tubes. Whatever was happening, it didn't bode well for the ship. Since it was the night shift, Pizman had relieved him and replaced him with Velgan. As he walked to his closet, he noticed something was a bit odd. The clothes in the closet were displaced by something, but he couldn't see what.
As he reached toward the object, it suddenly appeared.
Gardek gasped. It was another member of his own species, but not a member of this crew. In fact, the badge this one wore was that of the Carjan intelligence force and secret service--the CSP. The agency that Gardek was working for when he joined the crew.
The agent gave a furtive glance around the room, then motioned for secrecy. Once inside the closet, the agent spoke. "This ship is still under resistance control. How did you fail to take them?"
"Somehow the captain got a hold of my belt just before we crossed over. He's got two of the things now. And shortly after we crossed over, I tried to take over the ship, but I couldn't do it."
"A mutiny?"
"Yes. I got as far as putting the captain and most of the crew in the brig, but my sister freed them. They put me and my fellow mutineers in the brig for a month. Since my belt was gone, I couldn't break out. Then, due to extenuating circumstances, for the past few months, I was part of another ship and crew. Then recent events returned me to this ship. It has been less than a week since I returned, and I have, until now, had no opportunities to try again."
The agent glared. "The CSP does not tolerate failure, Gardek. However, you are still in a useful position, and so we will give you another chance. You must do what is possible to capture all of the crew and bring them to judgment at Carjal itself."
Gardek found himself unusually torn. Over the past few months, he had established a slight friendship between himself and Captain AltPizman. Over the past few days, he found that this friendship was just as strong. Yet his allegiance to the CSP required that personal feelings be put aside. He had failed once in this regard, which had given his sister time to free the prisoners.
He pushed these feelings aside. He then said, "I have an idea of the way we can do this...."
Inside the closet, the two fellow agents plotted.

**REUNION--BRIDGE**

Wes decided to go down to engineering to see how the repairs were coming. He headed for the turbolift.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
A short silence...
"What happened?"
"Where is he?"
"He fell down!"
"Fell down?"
"Who?"
"The Admiral!"
"Again?"
"Yes!"
The bridge crew of the U.S.S. Reunion gathered in front of the turbolift door to see it for themselves. Sure enough, there was Admiral Crusher, laid out flat on the ceiling of the turbolift car, three meters down. Wes looked up at the crew. "Don't just stand there, give me a hand!" With some effort, the crew helped him out.
Kurn had stayed at his post, and now reported in alarm: "Sir, our disruptor banks are firing on the Terran ship!"

**TERRAN SHIP AltVALIANT--BRIDGE**

"Sir!" reported one of the crew as the ship rocked. "The Reunion has fired on us!"
"Glug glugglug glug glug!" was Altlivingston's reply. Everybody waited for someone to translate, since the computer translator was offline. And several wondered why they had a fish for a captain anyways....
Finally, Altlivingston glugged again, and the remote translator attached to Altlivingston's Battle Fishbowl kicked in. [Raise shields. Is our ablative armor functional?]
"Aye sir, ablative armor is working and has absorbed the blast. But the shields are inoperative. No doubt another malfunction."
The fish glugged more. [Sigh. Well, do the best you can. Try to get the shields working, and our weapons online.]
"Aye sir, working on it now."

**SA'TOTH II**
"Sfzotsa!" Vendrimi shouted, Romulan for Admiral.
"Urd Brmftozo?[Yes Vendrimi?]"
"Yjr Trimopm jsd gotrf pm yjr say-Bsaormy! [The Reunion has fired on the Alt-Valiant!]"
"Pj dj-[Oh Sh-]"

**REGENCY 2**
"Sir the Reunion is firing on the alt-Valiant!"
"Normally that'd be good, but it could mean that the Feration and perhaps the other [Non-Mirror] affiliations want a bigger slice of the pie."
"Sir maybe the Romulans of our universe are working with the Feds to stop us."

**SA'TOTH II**
"Sfzotsa Trpan Zrtry milrd 23-43 str zsagimvyopmomh, yjru'tr hpomh yp nape om 7 Zomiyrd! [Admiral Reolb Meret (Sela's Son's Name) nukes 23-43 are malfunctioning, they're going to blow off in 7 Minutes!]"
"Ftpq yjpdr milrd! [Drop those Nukes!]"
"Sur![Aye!]"

The Nukes fell out of thier bays and flew away to a safe distance.

**SA'TOTH II**
"Jsoa Vsqysom Qoxzsm![Hail Captain Pizman!]
"Sur![Aye!]"
Altough the Universal Translators on all ships were down Sela's Son had been taught Carjan by Pizman, and Pizman had a certain fish in his ear. Sela's Son also spoke English and Vulcan, which he learned when being trained in the Tal Shiar.
"Tup ug Sela? Xi jewi katv fividvif ecuav vxipvy palit gemm uav ug zuas ceyt. Esi zua gopi?[Carjan for: Son of Sela? We just detected about 20 nukes fall out of your bays? Are you ok?]"
"Er str jsbomh zsdd zsagimvyopmd. [We are having mass malfunctions]"
"Ziej, tu esi xi[Yeah so are we.]"
"O mrrf dpzrpmr ejp vsm ytsmdayr Lomhpm smf Nskptsm omyp royjrt Vstksm pt Rihannsu dp O vsm vpzzimovsyr. [I need someone who can translate Klingon and Bajoran into either Carjan or Romulan so I can communicate.]
"Zit, o en cienoph uwis xju dep tqiel Bajorep epf Klingonep vu jimq vseptmevi gus zua. [Yeah i'm beaming over someone who can speak Bajoran and Klingon to help translate for you]"
"Yjsmld Qox. O'z drmfomh Nravjp upit esu.[Thanks Piz. I'm Sending Belcho your way.]"
"Epy voni, tup ug Sela, Belcho jet essowif tegimy. Pizman uav[Any time Son of Sela, Belcho has arrived safely. Pizman out.]"
 

**REUNION**
"Sir the Sa'toth II just dumped a bunch of nukes into space. They're going to go off in about 2-3 Minutes. They're falling into the Secondary Star."
"Oh..."
"Don't worry either A:Be to far away to do anything, B:Melt before they Got there or C:Only add 20 nuclear reactions to the millions already going on."
Wes sighed. a Few minutes later Wes saw a flash to the left. The Vorlon/Minbari Viewing system did provide a Beutiful view of the system
"Sir, the Nukes blew up 930,000 miles, 0.01 AUs away from the Star."

Maquis Icon Flashes, then a Mercenary Icon thingy, then the Non-Aligned Icon.
Snap to a Husnock Ship.
Voice:"The N.A.S. Don't Toucha my ship is advanced. It is the flagship of the Non-Aligned President. President Robert Elmer has created an interwoven alliance of Non-Aligned powers that operates as a government and protects all members from enemies. Mutual Defense, Mutual Profit, Mutual Existence. These are the reasons the Non-Aligned Powers was created. Various Maquis joined us on the agreement they serve the Non-Aligned Powers Millitary. The Millitary is compossed mainly of Husnocks which have 4 Plasmadyne Relays installed enhancing Speed and shields! If you're a Non-Aligned power and need protection from an enemey, or just want to be in a larger government join us. The First Federation is also a member and is the 2nd part of the Backbone of our Fleet. The Tamarians also provide great ships. Mercenaries can become members of our government and have a home! We are here to prove that the Non-Aligned are an Affiliation. We can, and will be a great power. The future is here.
Fade

***BURPO'S NOSE--BRIDGE**

Despite all the chaos elsewhere on the ship, the bridge had been relatively untouched. Burpo the Clown sat in the center chair, contemplating this.
Suddenly, some music began to play. "Well you wiggle to the left, you wiggle to the right, you do the Ooby Dooby with all of your might, the Ooby Dooby, the Ooby Dooby, the Ooby Dooby, the Ooby Dooby..." As Burpo the Clown tried to restore order while the rest of the bridge danced, the ship began to move.

**SA'TOTH II--BRIDGE**

"Sfzotsa! [Admiral!]" reported Vendrimi again.
"Urd? [Yes?]" replied Sela's Son
"Yjr Nitqp'd Mpdr jsd ntplrm gptzsyopm! [The Burpo's Nose has broken formation!]"
"Fsy vtsxu zsm. Vtsxu. [Dat crazy man. Crazy.]" commented Mr. T, the new helmsman.
"Yjr Nitqp'd Mpdr drrzd yp nr ytuomh piy s mre zsmribrt [The Burpo's Nose seems to be trying out a new maneuver],"
commented Vendrimi. Sure enough, they saw the Burpo's Nose did a very beautiful dive, then it pulled up and wheeled on the Xterm as if to fire on it.
"O qoyu fs gpp' ejp pm fs Xterm tohjy mpe [I pity da foo' who on da Xterm right now]," commented Mr. T.
The Burpo's Nose fired and--
--instead of disruptor fire, a very long straight stick shot out of the warbird. It stopped at a certain point, still sticking out of the warbird. Then a piece of paper unfurled in the blink of an eye to reveal the word "ZAP".
"Zsm, fpdr hiud pm fs Xterm, fru hpy pgg rsdu [Man, dose guys on da Xterm, dey got it easy]," remarked Mr. T. "O nr jsoaom' frz mpe. [I be hailin' dem now.]"
Burpo's face showed up on the screen. Mr. T quickly spoke. "Fod nr fs Sa'Toth Yep. Eju upi nr qasuom' fsy ytovl pm up' gtormf? [Dis be da Sa'Toth II. Why you be playin' dat trick on yo' friend?]"
But Burpo looked confused. "Pit djoq kidy dystyrf zpbomh pm oyd pem. O vpiafm'y fp s yjomh snpiy oy. [The ship just started moving on its own. I couldn't do a thing about it.]"
As Burpo spoke, a dancing and singing clown came onscreen, making Burpo difficult to understand. Mr. T dispatched him with a quick "Djiy iq gpp'! [Shut up foo'!]" then asked for a status report.
"Mroyjrt djoq esd fszshrf, niy yjr qtpnarzd eoyj ytuomh yp lrrq vpmytpa pg pit dudyrzd str pnbopidau eptdr. [Neither ship was damaged, but the problems with trying to keep control of our systems are obviously worse.]"
"Lrrq id omgptzrf, gpp'. Sa'Toth Yep piy. [Keep us informed, foo'. Sa'Toth II out.]"

**SOMEWHERE ON ONE OF THE PLANETS**

"You failed in your mission. The Casiea ug Siduppeottepdi epf Puvogodevoup will not look kindly on this." Agent X glared at the subordinate, cowering before him.
"Sir, the new Romulan systems are extremely tricky. I thought we'd gotten their legitimate weapons systems, then we tried to get a lock on the Relmaz. But the weapons systems were having trouble with the lock--some kind of stealth system, I think--and we ended up locking on the wrong ship. But we had no way of knowing, sir..."
"That's quite enough! Guards, take this man to the vault. Make sure his...discipline lasts a long time."
As the guards took the young subordinate to the 'vault', Agent X turned to Gardek. "This is the result of your plan. The plan was a good one, but the execution was sloppy. I assume you have another plan."
Gardek paused. "Actually sir, I do..."

[WRITER'S NOTE: How did Gardek get to the surface of the planet? Let's just say...CSP agents have their ways. ;-)

**N.A.S. DON'T TOUCHA MY SHIP**
Captain/President Robert Elmer Grinned.
He looked over the Roster
Captain (And President of NA):Robert Elmer
First officer: Aaron Pizarek
Helmsman:Caseby Jones
Ops: Relet (a Tamarian)
 

Robert Elmer's Crew all spoke English, Tamarian, Ktarian, (First Federation), every other major NA language, Romulan, Vulcan, Cardassian, Bajoran and a few others they knew individually.
"Enter the Wormhole. The Romulans have sold us colony space on the G Class worlds, and mining rights to a share of their Jovian planets. Engage!"
The N.A.S. Don't Toucha my Ship (which also had Kurlan, and upgraded by the Bynars Twice) Entered the Wormhole followed by 3 Enhanced Husnock Ships and a Tamarian class Cruiser (also fitted with Plasmadynes). The Husnocks swiftly closed thier distance with the Sa'toth II and hailed her.

"Ah Captain Elmer."
"Admiral Sela's Son, the Non-Aligned Powers extends it's deepest gratitude."
"The Romulans don't need much Dilithium so we're willing to share it with an ally. We recognize your government and believe it is wise in it's foundations. The Romulans consider you allies, as we hope you consider us the same."
"We do. We have some of the Colonizing and Terraforming Equipment onboard our ships. We also towed the thingy."
"Dis thingy be used to build a Starbase quick, foo'."
"Thanks Mr. T. Now Captain Elmer, the Non-Aligned and Federation do have right to set up shops in the Starbase, and the Ferengi will have to request it. The Starbase will be able to defend itself, but will operate more like how DS9 operated the wormhole before the Dominion Threat. We're Calling it "The Minds Eye"."

**2 HOURS LATER**
Malfunctions only were now starting one the Non-Aligned ships except for the "Don't Toucha my ship" which phased and had left shortly afterwords.
"Fs Dystnsdr nr fpmr. [Da Starbase be done.]"
Suddenly Red lights flashed and a Klaxon went off.
"Qtpcozryu Sary! Qtpcozryu Sary![Proximety Alert! Proximety Alert!]"
Mr. T and Sela's Son looked up and saw a wierd ship
plumiting towards the ship.
Ij Pj. Er om noh ytpinar mpe. ejsy'd fsy? [Uh oh. We in big trouble now. What's dat?]
"Jpe yjr jrvl fof yjsy Zotsfptm djoq hry jrtr?[How the heck did that Miradorn ship get here?]" asked Admiral Sela's Son.
"O fimmp, niy O'z qiaaom' rbsdobrd. [I dunno, but I'm pullin' evasives.]"
Yjr... errr Umm... The Sa'toth II dived and spun on it's horizontol Axis (which ran along the 'spine')."
"Fsy Zotsfptm djoq kidy ermy nppz [Dat Miradorn ship just went boom]" Reported Mr. T.

**REUNION**
"Admiral! ADMIRAL! A Miradorn ship just nearly collided with the Sa'toth II! We know various powers tried to scan the Romulan Ships for Hyperspace tech, but only got a few things down. The Miradorns announced they were testing the tech designed from all the info gathered together from the non-Romulan powers. They were testing thier prototype today. There were 200 or so mixed personell aboard thier ship! They were going to test in in celebration of thier joining the Non-Aligned Powers. There's about 98 Survivors in Lifepods, many Critical. Sa'toth II is moving to beam them aboard."

**Sa'Toth II**
"Saa ditbobptd snpstf. O qoyu fs gpp'd. [All survivors aboard. I pity da foo's.]"
"Hppf. Drmf yjrz yp dovlnsu. [Good. Send them to Sickbay.]"

**SA'TOTH II Sickbay**
"What's goin' on, Fool?" Mr. T demanded.
"We were testing the jumpengines we tried to build... they were based on various Science Scans of the Penguins Beak.
Something happened.. we hit the barrier... it extends into hyperspace!" the Miradorn Captain reported.
"Da barrier in hyperspace? Dis bad, foo'!"
"I know. How many Survivors from our ship?"
"98." The Doctor reported.
"Dis mean dat when da otha' ships gotta come, dey gotta get outta hyperspace ta get here. Dey gotta use da wormhole too."
Mr. T walked over to the intercom and contacted his Admiral.
"Hey, dis be Mr. T talkin'.

It seems dat we gotta problem. Dat Miradorn cap say dat his ship run into da barrier in hyperspace. Dis bad. Dis mean dat wen da otha' ships gotta come, dey not gonna be able to use da hyperspace. Dey gotta use da wormhole, too."
"Thanks Mr. T. Have the Doc take care of the Survivors. Come up to the bridge now.
"Anytime, Admiral. I'm comin' (soon as I'm done). Doc, take care of da survivors."

**SA'TOTH II BRIDGE**
Mr. T entered the bridge and took the helm.
"O qoyu yjr gppad. Yjr Zotsfptm Gppad![I pity the fools. The Miradorn Fools]"
"Dp fp O Mr. T. Dp fp O. [So do I Mr. T. So do I.]"

"I have to get back to the ship. My shift starts in less than an hour," Gardek broke in.
Agent X frowned a moment, then nodded. "Remember your task, Gardek. Do not fail us again."
Gardek nodded, then headed back to the cloaked shuttle, parked nearby. Soon he was airborne again, carrying an invisible guest along with him.

**SA'TOTH II--CORRIDOR**

Sela's Son was heading back to his quarters for the night. The recent incidents were leading him to believe that all the recent malfunctions were mostly tied to this system. But as of yet, no stellar phoenomenon had been found that would explain all this. The only other possibility would be sabotage, but who was doing it?
As he rounded a corner, he saw a yellow alien operating a control panel. At first he thought it was Pizman, but a quick lookover told otherwise. Perhaps one of the Relmaz crew?
But as he approached, the Carjan turned to look at him. "O en wotocmi..." At that moment, he hit a button on his belt and vanished. Sela's Son immediately reacted and fired a disruptor, set for stun, where the man had just vanished. The disruptor hit something, and he heard a thump. Checking to make sure that no traps had been set, he found the unconscious alien by feeling along the floor. He found the button to make the man visible again. He then brought the man over to the med-lab, and asked for Pizman to attend.

**SA'TOTH II--SICKBAY**

When Pizman first saw the patient, he nearly collapsed from the shock of seeing it. When he recovered a minute later, he explained that the man was a member of the CSP, the Carjan's primary intelligence agency. He quickly removed the belt that the man was wearing, and instructed the surgeon to remove a certain "disciplinary device" from him. He then explained that if the CSP had crossed over to this universe, then they must have some important reason. The assassination of his brother was the most likely objective, followed by the destruction of his ship.
"Og xi esi vu tvuq vjot, xi natv dsutt uwis [If we are to stop this, we must cross over]," said Pizman with much urgency. Sela's Son could only agree.
They decided to hold an intership meeting aboard the Burpo's Nose in one standard hour. Someone standing near them, unseen, took note of this for reporting back to a certain agent.... 

**BURPO'S NOSE-- BRIEFING ROOM**
A Holoprojecter similar to the ones on the bridges of various nearby ships hung down from the ceiling.
Pizman, Pizval, Solek, Koras, M'Red, Sela's Son, Mr. T, Vendrimi, Wesley Crusher, Lazarus Long, Alt Linvingston and his aid alt Krajensky (who was Very Well Grommed and spoke with an English Accent), Alt Tux and Alt Ch'Pok filed into the room. They took seats around two half circle tables. Pizman, Solek, Sela's Son, and Vendrimi stood between the two tables.
"As you may know we finaly got the translators working again. Altough we should keep the Translators onboard" Sela's Son started.
"We all know we're having mass malfunction." Pizman stated."
"The question is Why?" Wes spoke up.
"Until this point, we didn't know what was causing the malfunctions. But Sela's Son has turned up some grave evidence that this is the work of the galactic government in my universe. More specifically, the government's intelligence agency, the CSP. The evidence? Sela's Son was able to stun and capture one of their operatives on his ship.
"The CSP would not operate in this universe simply to cause mischief. I fear there is some more deadly agenda at work here. I believe they mean to cause the destruction of my ship, all the while making it look like an 'accident'."
"We're going to take some ships over. The Relmaz and the Sa'toth II are already going over. Any other Volunteers?"
Alt Tux, and Wes raised thier hands.
"I'll thnk about it." Koras added.
"Alright to your ships... Pizman will take care opf the rest."

Koras thought for a second. If we stay here, he would not act like a warrior. But then again, he also had a Federation crew, who did not act, or think, like he did. But also, he had to save the Federation with all power he had at hand, in this case the USS Civilization.

"I'm coming. When do we leave?"

In half an hour," replied Sela's son.

"Very well. I'll make sure we will be ready for the crossover at that time."

M'Red waited to catch Koras alone. "Captain, you don't rrrreally think we could be of any use therre, do you? I mean, we can't even be surrre if they arre rrrrright, and besides..." As usual when he was very upset, his Caitian accent was extremely strong.

"What's it with you?" Koras looked the feline up and down. "We've made a decision, and yes, I do believe they are right..."

M'Red mumbled something.

"You are WHAT?" Koras shook his head. "That is impossible. No one can be *allergic* to alternate universes..."

**RELMAZ--BRIDGE**

"Status report!" shouted Pizman as he, Pizval, and Solek returned to the bridge.
Gomez reported from the engineering station. "Dimensional rifting device is powered up and ready to go. Destination--home."
"Good job. We leave in fifteen minutes. Keep a close eye on the device."
"Aye sir."

**AltVALIANT--BRIDGE**

"Glugglug glug glugglugglug!!!" ["May the Alliance die in that other universe!"]

**REUNION--BRIDGE**

"Time left, Kurn?" asked Wes.
"Ten minutes."
"Very well, be prepared to emit our own dimensional rift if we need to."
"Aye sir."

**SA'TOTH II--BRIDGE**

Sela's Son and his crew were doing the Funky Chicken in anticipation of the impending crossover. One of the crew accidentally elbowed the phasing device of a hidden CSP agent, who immediately passed through the bulkhead.

**AltREUNION--BRIDGE**

Oops, this ship doesn't exist anymore. Sorry for the confusion.

**REGENCY II--BRIDGE**

"Two minutes until the rift opens," reported AltCh'Pok.
AltTux nodded, then waited.

**SA'TOTH II--BRIDGE**

The dance was over, and everyone had returned to their seats. Somewhere in space nearby, a body floated.

**RELMAZ--BRIDGE**

"Rift opening in 10 seconds," reported Solek.
Mendock counted down. "...8...7...6...5...4...3..."
Pizman now ordered, "Brother, lay in a course."
"...2...1..."
"Laid in."
The rift opened. Pizman waited until it was almost fully open before announcing "Engage!"
The five ships jumped into the rift, leaving two Romulan ships, one Terran ship, and numerous Non-Aligned ships in control of the system.

**REUNION--BRIDGE**

"Where are we?" asked Wes.
"Exactly where we were, I think," answered Laz Long. Sure enough, they were in the same system as before. "Is there a barrier in this universe too?"
"Yes, sir," answered Kurn. "And a wormhole too."
"Well, Pizman knows his way around, let's have him take the reins."
"Wait a second," cut in Laz. "The Civilization's gone."
"Maybe it didn't come after all. Oh well."

**SPACE [AU]--THE FINAL FRONTIER**

The Relmaz led the other ships on a winding course to another planet. (Pizman explained that he didn't want his course to be traced.) A day later, they got there.

**RELMAZ--BRIDGE**

"We're dropping out of warp," reported Feldar.
"Scan this system."
Mendock performed some scans. "No signs of a base here."
Pizman looked puzzled. "Solek?"
"Confirmed. There does not appear to be any sign of a covert base here."
Pizman smirked. "Either they were never here, they cleared out thoroughly, or they are hidden that well." He then frowned.
"Brother, are you sure this is the right system?
"Of course. Why?"
"Something about this doesn't sound right..."
Just then, a dozen enhanced Carjan cruisers decloaked all around Pizman's ship. At once, Pizman realized he'd flown straight into a trap. "Hail our other ships! Tell them to get out of here!" The others, realizing they couldn't take on those ships, bugged out.
Just then, several people appeared out of nowhere on his bridge. Pizman recognized them at once as CSP agents. He knew any attempt to elude them using his cloaking belt would be futile, so he quickly surrendered.
Soon, his ship was under CSP control, and he and his crew were in the brig. Save one--Gardek. And Pizman now realized that his suspicions about Gardek had been right all along.

"Where are we?" Metorrion looked around, not seeing a sign of the other ships that were supposed to crossover.

"We are where we were before," reported Kara'Zuma. "Or rather, the same place in a different universe."

"Then were are the others?"

"Not here," commented Metorrion, what wasn't very helpful.

"I can see that." The Klingon captain tried to hold his temper. "Either we are wrong or..."

"Uhm, Sir!" Kara'Zuma sounded disturbed. There was an error not due to our calculations, but there is some strange dimensional influence coming from the bridge right over there." And he pointed to where M'Red was sitting.

"Well, I told you I was allergic to alternate universes, now didn't I..?"

**SA'TOTH II**
Sela's Son frowned.
"Hey Admiral, we may have to use your yacht to retrieve Pizman, once we find him." Vendrimi commented.
"The White Star? Well first the Cloak and Phase cloak must be checked for sabotage. Besides, in a battle I'd rather be on the Sa'toth II. Altough we should have it ready if we need it. However the Tal Shiar and Rangers did find some 'contacts' in this universe. Before I do anything about them I want to check for any more CSP agents."
"The Usual way of finding infiltrators?"
"Yes," Sela's Son pushed a button "Sela's Son to all hands, prepare for the London Manuever. All Tal Shiar Agents prepare to take care of any unwanted guests."
Suddenly a harmless fog filled all the corridors and rooms of the ship. In the bridge a hole that was shaped like a Humanoid was quickly seen. Sela's Son and Vendrimi both stunned him. Mr. T saw another Gap and gave a sharp Jab to where the stomach was. Soon reports throughout the ship announced the capture of the remaining CSP agents.
"Detain them in the brig!"

**SA'TOTH II BRIG**
"Sir, we have removed thier belts and all equipment on them."
"Good. Keep them, give one to Vendrimi, and Mr. T. Save two for Burpo and Belcho. Save one for the Tal Shiar, and give the rest to our best Tal Shiar Operatives."
"When they're done with Pizman, they'll..." Began one of the CSP agents before being cut off by Sela's Son.
"What? Kill him? Right now you're on a Romulan Warbird run by the Tal Shiar. You're in a bad hole so I'd recommend you help us because if Pizman or any of his crew die You will die. Maybe your associates to. Right now General Order 13 of the Tal Shiar is in effect on this ship. What that means is we are to take ANY action neccesarry to retrieve a crew member of my fleet, V.I.P. of the Romulan Star Empire or one of her Allies. The Federation is an ally, and Pizman and his crew are members of the Federation. Also I can kill anyone I believe responsible for thier deaths or injury and no action will be taken against me."
Sela's Son left the room, knowing full well that none of his crew would question that order for they felt that only thier duty to the Romulan Star Empire and thier Admiral overuled thier debt to Pizman and his crew.

**REUNION**
"Sir, the Sa'toth II is pulling out."
"Hail them."
The view screen came on.
"Admiral Sela's Son what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry Admiral Crusher, but I can't disclose that on an open frequency and your ship probably still has CSP agents aboard."
The Screen snapped off before Wes could reply.
"Sir the Sa'Toth II is phasing. We've lost track of her."

**SA'TOTH II BRIDGE**
"Couse laid in."
"All right. Vendrimi when we arrive and beam down you're in command. Mr. T, and our best Tal Shiar agents will be beaming down with me."
"Aye sir. Good Luck."

**SA'TOTH II:Tal Shiar Briefing Room**
Sela's Son, Mr. T, and some other Tal Shiar Agents we're standing around.
"All right the planet we're going to has tech roughly to that of the mid 2200's (23rd Century). They are small, and trade for tech every now and then. This place has alot of travelers, merchants etc. We're all going to have a belt from the CSP agents. They'll be concealed, but easily accesible. Also 2 Palm Disruptors which also can be easily concealed. We'll also each be issued a Minbari Fighting Pike. If you wish to take some other weapon or device that can blend in you may. We'll use the Yacht, White Star 89, as a disguise to prevent the CSP from discovering what we're doing. The Sa'toth II will be close by, but is to phase and retreat if it can not protect us. It will deliver what information we've discovered to the rest of the fleet, as soon as they know there's no CSP agents there."
Sela's Son, Mr. T, and 12 Tal Shiar Agents prepared thier disguises and were now ready.

**Sa'Toth II-Captain Yacht Accessway**
"Sir, the Captain Yacht is unsabotaged. It also has some 'artistic' modifications changing the appearence just a bit. Cloaking Device, Phasing Device, Transporters and the shields have been installed and are working perfectly."
"Good. Sela's Son to Vendrimi."
"Yes Admiral?"
"You're in command. If we don't return you know what to do."
"Don't Worry Admiral we'll be close by."

**White Star 89 Bridge**
"Sir we're phased and detached from the Sa'Toth II."
About 20 minutes later
"We've reached the Nebula. Dephasing. Decloaking. Contiuing on Course." Reported Yobar.

**THE PLANET FRADEW**
The White Star modified so it now appeared more like a transport exited from Warp. (Which was another addition to it).

**WHITE STAR 89**
"Mr. T, open hailing frequencies."
"Yes, Admiral. The frequency be open."
"Vembos to Docking Ports. This is the S.S. Flumoo we're requesting permission to land."
"Permission granted to land on landing Pad 91. Docking Port Tower out."
"I be taking her down now Admiral." reported Mr. T.
"Ok Mr. T. From now on we're supposed to use the alliases."
"Right. I now be known as Mrotum."

**THE PLANET FRADEW**

Sela's Son walked the streets near the spaceport. He wore a typical Carjan street outfit, to help him blend in. Fortunately, most Carjan civilians wore headbands, and this allowed him to hide his ears and forehead. The semi-permanent makeup he wore gave him a yellow countenance, all the better for him to blend in.
Mr. T hadn't been so lucky. Fortunately there were many humans on this planet, so he had been able to pass himself off as one of the humans there. And it was not uncommon to see Carjans and humans walking side-by-side, like brothers.
Intelligence had found an asteroid belt where Earth had once been. The fact that humans existed suggested that Earth had been destroyed by some great power, but that the Carjans had been able to rescue some of the humans before the Earth was destroyed.
He came upon a likely person. Innocently, he said, "It'll be a nice day if it doesn't rain."
The other smiled, nodded, and said, "Indeed."
Sela's Son nodded and walked on. This wasn't it.
The next-door neighbor had looked on in interest, and it was to him that Sela's Son repeated the line. "It'll be a nice day if it doesn't rain."
The man pleasantly replied, "It's always a nice day if it doesn't rain."
Aha. He was getting somewhere. "Or if the sun doesn't shine too much," he recited, giving a countersign of his own.
The man nodded, and invited the twosome inside.
Once inside, he covertly shut the door, then pulled out a comm link. "Delman to Cogval. We've got a couple of guests."
"Guests of honor, or just guests for dinner?" Sela's Son guessed that it was an 'identify friend-or-foe' code word.
"Guests of honor," replied Delman. "Get them seats close to the head of the table...they deserve it."
"Will do. Cogval out."
Delman then escorted the two to a back room, then opened a secret panel that revealed a small transporter chamber, large enough for three people.
Delman instructed Sela's Son and Mr. T to step onto the pad. A moment later, Delman joined them, and they vanished from the house.

**USS CIVILIZATION--BRIDGE**

Entil'Zha spoke up. "Sir, we've made adjustments for M'Red's...allergy, and we're ready to try it again."
"Good. Open the rift. Clark, lay in a course."
Soon the Civilization was on their way, and next thing they knew...
...they were in the same place. Again.
"Report," ordered Koras.
Kara'Zuma had it. "We're in the correct universe. I'm detecting the other ships about two parsecs from the wormhole, heading toward a nebula."
"Lay in a course for that nebula. I want to rendezvous with them. And make sure you go through the wormhole when you do it."
Clark was mildly insulted, but he did so. "Course laid in."
Koras licked his lips. "Engage."

**SA'TOTH II--BRIDGE**

"Sir!" A Tal Shiar agent rushed up to Vendrimi. "The CSP agents were found dead in their cells. Some sort of disciplinary device in their skulls, according to the doctor."
"What about the one restrained in sickbay?"
"That one's still alive, sir. The doctor removed his disciplinary device."
"Very well. As long as we hold at least one bargaining chip..."

**RELMAZ--BRIDG...ER, BRIG**

"Too bad Gardek threw Garmin in another cell. We could have used her help again," remarked Pizman dryly about the time Gardek had tried a mutiny.
"It is, isn't it," replied Pizval bleakly. "I could use some cyanide right about now."
"Or a phaser to shoot myself," chimed in Hayes.
"It would be more productive to think of methods of escape or avoiding death, rather than this 'gallows humor' that is not logical--"
"Solek, thanks for your input. Unfortunately that's all we can think of right now."
"I think you all could use a haircut," commented Felnan, who had wound up in the same cell as the other four. "If they'd only let me take my scissors in here..."
Just then, a group of CSP agents approached the cell. They deactivated the forcefield, took a crewman from the cell, and reactivated it.
"That's the third one in as many days," remarked Pizval.
"And the other two who were taken," itoned Solek, "never came back...."

**FRADEW--UNKNOWN LOCATION**

The three stepped off the pad. Sela's Son and his companion took in their surroundings.
A man, similar in build and complexion to Delman, walked up to them. "Greetings. I am Cogval. We spoke earlier.
Arrangements have been made for you two. In fact, the leader himself wishes to see you," he said. But who this leader was could be anybody. Could be the leader of this cell. Could be the leader of a group within the cell. Who knew?
The two were led to a set of double doors. They opened automatically, and the two were ushered into a dark room.
A voice from the back said smoothly, "Leave us. I wish to talk with these two alone."
Cogval and Delman left obediently, and the doors shut behind them.
The man swiveled in his chair to face Sela's Son and Mr. T. The man's face was covered in shadow, but Sela's Son thought it seemed familiar.
The man spoke again. "Do not fear. You are among friends, tup ug Sela."
Sela's Son was shocked. "How did you know who I was?"
"Our resistance has spies even within the CSP itself. We found out you were coming here, and what your intentions were."
Mr. T could not restrain himself. "Then who you be, foo'?"
The man paused a moment, seemingly taken aback by Mr. T's question...or way of asking it. "You can call me...Relmaz."
Sela's Son gasped. If this was the man he said he was, then he wasn't speaking to just this cell's leader. He was talking to the leader of the entire resistance.
"I know that the ship bearing my name is in danger," continued Relmaz. "I also know it happened to have one of my primary lieutenants aboard...Pizval. We do not, however, have the power to rescue it ourselves."
Sela's Son nodded. Pizman had told him about Pizval's involvement with the resistance. And he knew that neither the resistance, nor the combined might of the ships Pizman had brought along, would be enough to get Pizman and his ship free.
But what if there was another way....

**Somewhere, Planet Fradew**"
Great Relmaz. As you may or may not know Pizman is a good friend of mine. I and my entire crew owe him our lives, that debt only below our duty to our people."
"Yes I know. We don't have the firepower for a major confrontation. We'd need that to rescue Pizman."
"We'll have to be subtle. If this works the Romulan Star Empire will send you a squad of Older Warbirds and a few dozen upgraded Birds of Prey. Also we'll send supplies."
Relmaz was pleased. Sela's Son was being Generous, that would be more then a fair trade.
"Well that's a VERY Generous offer. That would help us very much. Of course we'll assist you. Listen."
Relmaz swivled his chair. A beep sounded. Lights shown on two chairs.
"Sit, and watch."

**RELMAZ BRIDGE**
"Sir we have arrived. The old Human System."
The view screen came on. Pizman with a phaser pointed at his head stared.
Mercury and Venus remained intact. Where Earth would be was an Asteroid Belt with diners on some of the larger asteroids.
Mars was... GREEN and BLUE?! Obviously it had been Terraformed.
"Take the Prisoner back to his cell."
A few minutes passed.
"Replacement crew ready. Prisoners beamed to cells on Mars. We're to beam down to the Facility."

**LATER... THE FACILITY**
Deep within Mars, a few turbolifts led down to the Facility. This facility was a rather large CSP building. "The Relmaz is locked into a standard orbit. I'm sending someone to the 'This rock used to be Janesville, Wisconsin notice any difference?'
diner. Want anything?"
Various agents told him what they wanted and the one agent left.

**REGENCY II**
Alt Tux nodded. The Romulan Interpreter had informed Alt Tux about the London Maneuver.
Alt Tux pushed a few buttons and fog filled the ship. On the Regency II they were simply vaporized as Stun was no fun!
Elsewhere in the fleet this was also being done.
"Hail the Sa’toth II Inform them of the Situation."

**LATER IN THE NEBULA**
All the ships had arrived. The Captains, and Lazarus Long had been briefed.
M’red now commander the Civilization, Vendrimi, the Sa’toth II, Maelwys the Reunion, Alt Ch’pok the Regency II. The Captains had been disguised and briefed aboard the Sa’toth II.
 

**WHITE STAR 89**
[ Carjan Alliases
Sela’s Son: Sulzoo
Mr. T: Mr. Tomb (Disguised as Human)
Wesley: Wescru
Koras: Sarok (Disguised as some alien)
Lazarus Long: Larsho
Alt Tux: Mr. Weah (Disguises as Holographic Servant) ]
Ok. Remember this. This ship is supposedly the Freight S.S. Flumoo.
"Lt. Set course for Mars. MOO!"
The White Star jumped forward, followed by a phased Sa’toth II, Phased Civilization, Cloaked Reunion, and a cloaked Regency II. Mr. T would stay on the White Star just in case. Also the Sa’toth II and the White Star 89 had some fish tanks.
Also Sela’s Son could understand Klingon if not speak it now due to the fish in his ear.

**Burpo’s Nose**
All CSP Agents had been removed here as well. However something was not going right. Some Carjan Republic Cruisers had appeared and were attacking!
"Bring us about. Target their Engineering section! FIRE!"
A bright green light lept from the Burpo’s Nose followed by Plasma Torpedoes leading to a direct hit.
"THEY’RE POWER GRID IS FLUCTUATING!"
Cheers rang out.

**SYSTEM OVASEL**
A large Husnock vessel, the S.S. Don’t Toucha my Ship dephased and fired at the lead Carjan cruiser destroying it with 1 shot. The Ship then engaged the Carjan cruisers without fear of taking damage due to all it’s enhancements. The Alt Valiant did a Strafing Run along one of the Carjan Cruisers. The other Non-Aligned ships simply fired in the enemies general direction. The Xterm and Burpo’s Nose just boar down on cruisers supported by a few lighter Non-Aligned Ships (lighter to them, basically meaning a ship as good as a Defiant). The Starbase lashed out at any Carjan Cruiser that dared get near it.
The 5 Carjan Cruisers that had appeared were no match for 2 Upgraded Tal Shiar D’deridex Avanced, a Defiant, the Uber Husnock, other Uber Non-Aligned Ships, AND a starbase. The S.S. Don’t Toucha my ship rephased.

**MARS**
Sela’s Son, Wesley, Lazarus Long, Koras, Alt Tux, and 6 Tal Shiar Agents (Jaron, Nervono, Bendimo, Wivawr Aknaw., Vaabtgekk, Vivawr Wuox) stepped out. The sky was still red, the atmosphere was breathable and was thicker to keep in heat. They saw a form of Bar and walked in.

**MARS:BAR ‘The Terraformers Stop’**
The Group walked in, and Sela’s Son, as Captain Sulzoo of the S.S. Flumoo, walked to the bar.
"Me and my men want sythenhol." Sela’s Son ordered, and placed some money on the table.
Soon the group were sitting at a table drinking while waiting for their contact.
Sela’s Son was wearing a non-Regulation striped command uniform, and so was Mr. T if he needed to come out of the ship.
"It’ll be a nice day if there isn’t a dust storm." Sela’s Son said to a big burly human.
"It's always a nice day if there isn't a dust storm."
"And if the sun doesn't shine too much."
They had found their man. The man sat and begain to speak.
"Ah Comrades, ve should move to a corner Da? By the way my name is Andropov"
The group moved over to a corner booth and conversed quietly.
"Da, I vill take you to the safehouse. Let us go."
While on their way out Alt Tux bumped into a Nausican.
"Hey Penguin. Watch where you’re going!"
"I’m.." But before Alt Tux could apologize Andropov punched the Nausican in the stomach stunning the Nausican. A few Carjans, an Andorian, and a Pakled stoop up to face Sela’s Son and his group. They wielded a few clubs. Sela’s Son and his agents activated their pikes. Andropov was ready to fight, and so was Koras. Wes took out a Carjan Phaser. The Pakled ran at Andropov and was immediatley sent flying to the other side of the bar where he slammed into a Pinball machine. The men at the Pinball machine then advanced on the group as well. Sela’s Son handled the Pike well and knocked out the Andorian. Jaron blocked an attack by a Tamarian who had been playing pinball.
The Nausican got up and shouted "STOP! These men have Guramba!"
The aliens stopped and lowered their weapons, so did Sela’s Son and his group. The Nausican offered his hand, and Sela’s Son shook it firmly.
"Another round of Synthenhol for these brave men, and their opponents on me!"
"Oh Boy. Sythenhol" Andropov stated.
After a few rounds Sela’s Son learned from Andropov that the Nausican, and his buddies (which included the guys playing Pin Ball) were supporters of the Resistance. Andropov then led them to the Safehouse.

**MARS: SAFEHOUSE**
"Boris, we have some guests of honor. They were sent here by the man." Andropov spoke through a intercom.
Some hidden doors unlocked leading them into and inside area.
"Comrades, the Tamarian is a code talker for the Resistance similar to the Navajo Code Talkers in Earth’s Second World War. There are some rooms, you are obviously tired. Get some rest and we’ll talk in the morning."

**RELMAZ--HOLDING CELL 2**

"All your base, your base, base, base; all your base are belong to us...."
The rest of the people in the cell were getting annoyed by the repeated exposure to the music video and its garbled wording. Garmin was becoming concerned for the person who was being forced to watch it; the rest could look away and plug their ears. But Belcho was tied to a chair, hands bound, eyes held open. So far, he was resisting the torture. But who knew how long he would be able to withstand it.
"...move ZIG, move ZIG, move ZIG, move ZIG, you know what you doing, take off every ZIG..."
After the twelfth time, the torturer cut it off. "It's no use. He's not being affected by this at all."
Another man sighed. "Bring in the psychologist."
"*BBBRRRAAAAAAPPP!!!* *munch munch* Eepers no, the ginsu owls will deliver me from this dark undergound!" Belcho's voice was unmistakable.
The first man glanced at the other. "We REALLY need to bring in the psychologist."

**SAFEHOUSE--SLEEPING QUARTERS**

The infiltrating captains woke to the sound of the radio crackling. "Shaka, when the walls fell," the Tamarian at their end was saying.
A crackly voice replied: "Sokath, his cloak removed. Gramil, his sword raised high. Vorath, facing the darkness."
Andropov was nearby. He nodded to the Tamarian.
Wes walked up to Andropov. "What did he say?"
Andropov replied, "One of our other cells, led by Gramil, found an infiltrator. They're trying to flush him out."
Wes nodded. Fortunately the cells weren't easy to infiltrate, or so Boris and Jennifer had told him. Even the CSP's cloaking and phasing devices were being detected with 99.9 percent accuracy, and infiltration happened only about once a month, and most often in the same cells. The infiltrators never lasted long. Wes turned to see the rest were already up. Andropov turned to them. "I see you're up. Get cleaned and dressed, we have a long day ahead."

**SAFEHOUSE--BRIEFING ROOM**

"Sulzoo, can you vouch for the loyalty of your men?"
'Sulzoo' (Sela's Son) nodded. "I can, sir."
"Good. We are going to be tracking the movements of some of the CSP agents. This is Mars base, so they will be operating in the open. We need to be sure they haven't found our base. Sulzoo, we want two of your men to be a part of this."
"I myself will go. Also coming along are Larsho and my associate, Onajar."
"Good. You two will be dressed as civilians. There aren't many here on Mars, but there are enough that you won't be conspicuous. As long as you keep that headband on, anyway," he said to Sela's Son.
"We'll be ready in half an hour. Come, Larsho, we've got work to do."

**THE CLOAK AND DAGGER--A BAR ON MARS**

Gardek stared at his drink. Rejoining the CSP had proven to be a more difficult decision than he had realized. The thought of betraying his captain, and his sister--
He shook off the thought. He was a part of the CSP. Personal matters were supposed to be put aside. And yet, he felt a nagging feeling that what he was doing was wrong...
He decided it'd be best if he went home for the night. Paying the bartender, he walked out, thoughts whirling in his head.

**THE STREETS OF MARS BASE**

Sela's Son, Andropov, Boris, Jennifer, Jaron, and Laz Long walked together down the streets, searching for CSP agents, while at the same time having discussions within themselves.
They entered one of the sleazier districts, and they split up. Sela's Son, Jennifer, and Laz in one group, Andropov, Boris, and Jaron in the other.
Sela's Son and his companions continued conversing, gabbing about their clandestine achievements.
Suddenly Jennifer stopped the other two. "CSP agent. Dead ahead." Sure enough, there was a person in a dull gray jumpsuit, walking out of a bar.
Sela's Son gasped. "That's Gardek. He was the tactical officer aboard Pizman's ship. What's he doing here?" And before Jennifer could stop him, he walked toward Gardek. The other two followed quickly behind.
Gardek turned to look at them...and panicked at the sight of Sela's Son. Immediately he started running away. Sela's Son realized he needed to stop Gardek, as Gardek had obviously identified him. He, too, started running. Laz and Jennifer barely managed to keep pace with him.
After a minute of running, Gardek pulled out a phaser and shot behind him. The shot was wild and hit a wall. Sela's Son pulled out a phaser of his own and shot at Gardek. His aim was true, and Gardek fell to the ground, stunned. As he surveyed the gathering crowd, he realized that he had to explain himself. "Erm...I thought the safety on this thing was
on." This seemed to satisfy the crowd, and they dispelled. The threesome quickly trussed up Gardek, and they carried him back to the base.

**SAFEHOUSE**

Soon, Gardek was in the interrogation room. Miraculously, the security guards reported that no other CSP agents had followed them, and that no homing devices had been found. Even the disciplinary device found in most agents was gone. Removed, said Sela's Son, by his own sister.
A CSP agent had been captured safely. Now they had to solicit his help. But how?

*SAFEHOUSE:SEALED 'VAULT'**
Sela's Son marched in a precise ryhtem. Pacing back and forth. He had tried Singing, but oddly enough Gardek had not been so much as annoyed.
"Gardek, what do you think your sister will think of you?"
"What do you know of my sister?"
"I know she won't be happy, she might even be ashamed."
"Asham..."
"Also Pizman must be very ashamed of you, and feels betrayed. He might never trust you again."
Gardek, stared as if seeing the faces of Garmin and Pizman, hearing what they might say to him if they were here.

**SAFEHOUSE:Obsevation Room**
"Boris," Andropov called out "this friend of Pizval is startink to make the guy crack."
Boris came in with a bottle of Orange Juice, much to everyones' surprise (Except Andropov and Jennifer).
"Da, he vill crack the man, I know it. He must have some trainink is some sort of intelligence serveece himself." Boris continued his Russian Accent obvious.
"Orange Juice," Wes asked "I thought.."
"Da ve drink Orange Juice. Good for body. Ve never know vhen ve may run into a CSP agent." Andropov replied just before a shout came from the Monitor.

**SAFEHOUSE:'THE VAULT'**
"NO!" Gardek slammed his fists on the table, then tryed to put his hands on his temples. Gardek in chains fell from the table letting out shrill crys. Sela's Son continued the Verbal Abuse.
"What about your Mother?! What would SHE think? What about your pet fish?! What would THEY Think?"
"No... MOTHER!!! MOMMY I'M SORRY! Fish?" Gardek cried out weeping.
"Your Father. Don't you remember when he was taken away by the CSP right in the middle of Harvest? Don't you remember when he came back.. different?! You KNOW what they did, and by joining them you support IT!"
"NOOOO!"
"Isn't it wrong what they're doing," Sela's Son was shouting into Gardek's ear.
"Yes..." Gardek croaked.
"THEN WHY DO YOU SUPPORT IT?!" Sela's son shouted... turning green.
"I.. I.. don't know." Gardek managed.
"YOU MUT KNOW! YOU BETRAYED YOUR FAMILY, COMRADES, CREWMATES, AND YOUR PEOPLE!"

**SAFEHOUSE:Observation Room**
"Oh my... This is not a pleasant side of Sulzoo."
Andropov let out a low bealchfrom the Orange Juice. Wes just stared in horror.

**SAFEHOUSE:THE 'VAULT'**
Gardek was now weeping, and was sucking on his thumb.
"QUIT YOUR CRYING! YOU KNOW YOU BETRAYED THEM! YOU'LL HAVE TO WORK HARD TO REGAIN THIER TRUST!!!!" Sela's son was now screaching.
Gardek wanted out of the CSP. This alone would not regain his honor.
"I'll... I'll..."
"YOU'LL WHAT?!"
"Help you rescue Pizman." Gardek resigned.
"SO YOU BETRAYED THEM FOR A CAUSE YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN?!?!" Sela's Son screached knowing it was an attempt to end the session. Gardek soon realized actions do speak louder then words. "There's a CSP agent, he is checking this district for a Resistance Cell tomorrow. He always stops in the Cloak and Dagger for something to drink and some Muffins at the Martian Noon. If you catch him there they won't find this cell. He will be alone." Sela's Son backed off. He left the still weeping Gardek in the vault.

**SAFEHOUSE:OBSERVATION ROOM**
Sela's Son came around the corner from the hall.
"Did you get that?" Sela's Son asked with Genuine Concern.
"Da Comrade. Ve are preparing an 'encounter' for this person."
"What kind?"
"Vemember the Pakeld?"
"Yes."
"He vill be disguised as a beggar. He vill go up to the agent and beg for some money for just a small cup of water. Of course the agent vill turn him down, but vill take him to a 'center' when he's done eating where the Pakled will be 'taken care of'. The agent won't make it there. On the way, when we know no one is observing us, our dear CSP friend will simply... disapear."
"I see. How will he disapear?"
"He vill simply be removed silently. When dead, ve vill phase him."

**NEST DAY:Cloak and Dagger**
A Carjan sat down and ordered a cup of something that tasted like Coffee, and Two Muffins. After a while a Beggar who was well concealed came up to him. The Carjan knew it was a Pakled.
"Make me go. Need water to go. Need money for water. Need money to go."
"Sorry, I'm broke" the Carjan lied, "I however can take you to a sheltar where they will take care of you." The Carjan informed the pakled surpressing an evil grin.
"Thank you. You will make me go."

**LATER:Mars Streets**
The Carjan walked along the strees, Pakled in tow. Suddenly the Carjan found himself flung against the wall in a dark alleyway. Soon he knew no more. The Pakled reached down and activated the Phasing Device.

**SAFEHOUSE--THE VAULT**

While the rest waited for the medics to help Gardek with his physical wounds, Laz Long took the advantage to ask him a few questions.
"Larsho?" asked Gardek weakly. The torture had obviously taken a lot out of him.
"Yes," replied Laz. "How are you feeling?"
"Terrible. I've shamed my sister...my captain...my...parents..." he began sobbing. "All because I'm a CSP agent."
Laz frowned. "Why did you become one, anyway?"
"At first...I believed that Carjans shouldn't get involved with other races. For a long time I held these views, even as my sister became a nurse in the Carjans' star fleet. When I joined Pizman's crew, I was there to infiltrate them and make sure they didn't come back alive."
"What happened?"
"You know what happened. They were able to escape death, but they got pulled into an alternate universe."
Laz realized that Gardek was talking about his universe.
Gardek continued. "I tried to start a mutiny, but it failed and I got tossed in the brig. Then, due to another set of circumstances I got pulled into another alternate universe, which was the "mirror" of the first universe I talked about. In this universe, I met the mirror of Pizman. They were fighting a war for the good of the oppressed people in that universe. For
several months I was aboard that vessel. When I returned to the original Pizman's ship, I tried to perform my old role. What I didn't realize...." He sobbed again. "What I didn't realize was that I had changed in that mirror universe. I gained sympathy for the causes of both Pizvals and Pizmans. I tried to put it out of my mind, but...what's done is done. All I can do now is help you try to rescue them." Gardek's composure was returning. He was no longer distant, but he was finally getting his emotions under control somewhat.
The medics arrived and hoisted him up on a gurney. "Why is he bleeding from there?" asked one of the nurses. There was a yellow-green mess coming from Gardek's armpits.
"He was tortured. I won't go into detail," answered Laz, shuddering. Indeed, Gardek's skin had been punctured by salt-tipped toothpicks, among other things....

**RELMAZ--CELL 2**

Garmin treated Belcho as best she could for torture trauma. Velgan, Vak Tskej, Feldar, and a security personnel plotted getting out.

**RELMAZ--CELL 3**

Sorjen and Selmoo busied themselves playing Rock, Paper, Scissors. Obemil and Bob Gomez were discussing possible ways to disrupt the forcefield. Two other crew members slept.

**RELMAZ--CELL 1**

"I wish someone would hand me a dagger."
"Oh please, not this again..."

**RELMAZ--CELL 4**

Kahlim grumbled about the dishonor of being captured, while Lynbil and another security personnel tried to calm him down. Mendock played Mancala, a stones game, with yet another crew member. Jenfar busied himself keeping the cell clean.

**SAFEHOUSE--BRIEFING ROOM**

All of Sela's Son's party were with him. Also in attendence were Jennifer, Boris, and Andropov...and Gardek. A Spanish man, Montoya, explained the security measures surrounding the CSP's headquarters. "There are checkpoints all along the outer perimeter. An anyon field and several tachyon beams on that perimeter make entry into the complex undetected nearly impossible. And CSP uniforms will not be enough, since the guards will need to match your IDs."
Sela's Son, though, had a plan...

**SA'TOTH'S CAPTAIN'S YACHT--REAR COMPARTMENT**

"I can't believe we're doing this!" exclaimed Wes.
"Believe it. Montoya himself said that there were virtually no defenses to protect against this sort of thing. Normally, they wouldn't need those countermeasures, since the atmospheric forcefield would block an entry. But this is our best chance of getting in, and they missed it completely."
Wes looked at Gardek. Laz had insisted he come along, so he could redeem himself. Wes only hoped Laz wasn't making a mistake.
Gardek replied, "He's right. The CSP doesn't believe we'll try this."
Just then, the ship rocked. "We in da atmosphere, foo'," called Mr. T from the bridge.
"Bring us in low, Mr. T. Make sure we jump at the right moment. Everyone got their chutes?"
Everyone nodded.
Just then, the deck opened from beneath them, and they fell toward the base. Their chutes were black, so they wouldn't be seen in the night sky.
Soon enough, they landed, more or less together, and they quickly made their way towards the depths of the CSP base.
 

**MARS: OUTER BUNKER**
A device similar to a Television Set sat blaring at some Carjan guards who were laughing out of control.
"Oh a wise Guy Eh?"
Bonk! Boing! Blorp!
Suddenly one of the guards slumped over onto the floor. One of the guards ran over to his comrade.
"Agent Bokmov are you ok? Did the Diner Food get to you?! MMPH"
None of the guards could speak… then one guard seemed to fly horizontal in mid air and ‘kick’ another agent while still hovering. Another agent slumped over, dead, and the agent in mid-air vaporized. The remaining guards were quickly taken care of.
Sela’s Son pushed the phase buttons on the agents and… vaporized the TV.
Blasted Stoodges… Humans…. Funniest thing yet, but still very odd. Sela’s Son thought to himself.
Sela’s Son, Andropov, Jaron, Wes, Laz, Koras, Gardek, and some other assorted Tal Shiar agents and resistance members decloaked. Gardek strode over.
"Right Here. These Red Blocks are active Bunkers. The Green Blocks are innactive. The Red ones will be armed and ready to fire on anything they see that doesn’t conform. The Green ones are either being used for recreation and/or Observation posts. This one was innactive. They alternate every Eight Hours. They just switched. This area does have a few stray animals, transplants from Carjal and Earth, that may roam in here. On occasion a cow or a Melfek might wonder into one of the minefields. If we take take this dinner they were preparing.. throw it, while cloaked, into a minefield we will cause a distraction. This will divert some of their attention away from security to removing the remains without using transporters.
Don’t worry I know the locations of the minefields, besides they’re those red dotted areas."
"And those dotted green areas?" Sela’s Son asked.
"Fencing. Stay cloaked, they have spotlights sweeping the field all over."
"Ok. Let’s get going."
A Resistance Member, the Pakled chucked the numerous steaks into a minefield.
KOBOOM!!! KABLAM!! SHRIKABOOM!
The Pakled, cloaked, then walked away.

**THE FACILITY. Command and Control**
Klaxons sounded.
"Sir it appears another cow wandered into a minefield."
"Oh Da…"
"We’re sending out recovery teams."

**MEANWHILE: PRIMARY FACILITY: SURFACE LEVEL**
"Gardek had ented uncloaked, also Wes and Laz (In their CSP get ups) also entered uncloaked. Gardek passed as the senior agent so they only checked his ID. Gardek went over to the turbolift, followed by the cloaked members of the team, and headed to the Prison level where Pizman and crew were detained.

**THE FACILITY:DETENTION LEVEL:13 Cells1-4**
Gardek strode up cell 1, and shut off the forcefield.
"Gardek! You…" Pizman stopped when he saw Wesley and Lazarus Long.
The crew and remaining Redshirt got out. Several Romulans decloaked and opened up the other cells.
"Sela’s Son?"
"Pizman, we’ve got to go. When we get out I’ve got a lot to tell you."
"Sir," Jaron reported "the other crew are freed. We got to get out of here fast."
 

**THE FACILITY: SURFACE LEVEL**
Ding.
The Elevator Doors opened.
Sela’s Son, Burpo the clown, Tal Shiar Agents 3 Humans, and a various mix of people (including over 400 people) stared at the Agents on the Ground Level. A Roar erupted. The crew of the Relmaz, Sela’s Son Agents, and others charged forword. Burpo lowered a PPG rifle and fired the rapid weapon into the numerous agents. Sela’s Son dived and rolled behind a desk occupied by a now dead agent. Sela’s Son neatly picked off agents with his disruptor. Pizman ran past a fallen agent picked up the phaser and fired at an agent that was aiming at Sela’s Son. Andropov punched an agent along his jaw. Felnan ducked and covered his head next to Sela’s Son. When he looked at the scene he saw a Red
Shirt Vaporize to the right of him. Sela’s Son was gone, but he could hear him shout "We’ve got 50 yards till we’re outside. Come on!"
Felnan saw a phaser on the floor and picked it up.
Sela’s Son took cover behind a pillar.
"Sela’s Son to White Star. Mr. T we’re going to need some cover fire."
"I be there quick Admiral. Don’t you worry."
Felnan ran up, he had decided to stay near Sela’s Son.
"I really wish I had my Scissors. I could take away the equipment inside the Jackets."
Pizman now had a new belt, but his phaser was out.
Sela’s Son fired at a CSP agent, who Pizman took a Phaser From. Soon all the crew were outside.
One of the ceiling lights fell to the floor starting a fire. Some dead bodies were on the floor. Before Sela’s Son left he had left a few photon Grenades in the building. They then went off.

**OUTSIDE FACILITY**
Sela’s Son and the crew were a few hundred meters outside the building when it blew up like a minature Mount St. Helans. Gardek cloaked.
"He’s betrayed us." Pizman shouted.
Suddenly one of the bunkers lit up from the inside… a Photon Grenade. Then another… and another… and another! The Captains led the crew away from the minefields, while providing as much cover as they could. Most of the Senior staff of the Relmaz were now armed as well. Suddenly the White Star swooped down and fired a shot with it’s main gun at one of the larger bunkers blowing it up. The White Star then fired it’s weapons in a strafing run of the Agents.

**IN ORBIT:MARS**
The various ships decloaked and begain beaming the Relmaz Crew aboard the Relmaz.
Once all were aboard the Sa’toth moved towards mars and fired several Missles at the location of the CSP base. The Base was then riddled with Nuclear Explosions. Five Carjan Cruiser Decloaked just as the White Star was leaving the Surface. Shots were quickly fired, the concentrated firepower of the enhanced ships destroyed one cruised and crippled another.

**SA’TOTH II**
"Sela’s Son to all ships, follow me and the White Star into hyperspace. They can’t follow us, and they won’t make it in on time!"
The Sa’toth II and the White Star both opened Jump gates and were followed quickly by the other ships. One Carjan Republic Cruiser was entering the Vortex just as it closed, destroying the cruiser.

**HYPERSPACE**
The Ships claoked and headed towards Fradew. The White Star sent a signal into normal space with the following cryptic message.
"The Penguins are free. The Hawks shall be delivered."
The others ships then stopped and waited as the White Star, under Mt. T’s command, went to run an errand.

**RESISTANCE CELL:RELMAZ’S ROOM**
Relmaz reviewed the offer Sela’s Son had made.
"12 Older D’Deridex Class Warbirds, 34 Birds-of-Prey(Upgraded), 18 Scouts, Also those ships will be filled with Cargo.
Good. This will help us greatly."
One of the Resistance Members nodded.
"Andropov, Boris, and Jennifer are to be members of Sela’s Son’s Crew. Also have the replacement crew meet the White Star in it’s birth. Pizman needs some new crew."
"Aye."

**LATER:SA’TOTH II:Debriefing room**
"Dismissed. Pizman stay for a bit."
"Yes Sels?"
"I thought you’d like to know I met Relmaz."
"You did?"
"Yes. He was a great help in rescuing you, your crew, and your ship. I’m also as payment sending the Resistance 12 D’Deridex Class warbirds, 34 Upgraded Birds-of-Prey, and 18 Scouts. Also before I continue he wanted me to give you this." Sela’s Son handed a PADD to Pizman. Pizman looked at it, it said it was from Relmaz. Sela’s Son gave Pziman some privacy, Pizman then pushed the play button.

"Pizman. I am sorry I never got a chance to talk to you in person. The crossing-over of your ship to your universe may have been a ploy by the government and the CSP to weaken the resistance, but it was perhaps the best thing to happen to us. The Underground was able to diversify its operations when Pizval left, and then you returned with help, in the form of tup ug Sela and the Federation. Your crew have proven themselves to be worthy of the resistance. In time, perhaps the rest of the Underground will join your Federation, which, unlike the current regime, knows no prejudice. Take care of your crew, and ney vji Apfishsuapf taddiif."

Pizman nodded., then strode to Sela’s Son.
"Thanks Sels."
"The White Star has docked with us. Remember Andropov, Boris, and Jennifer?"
"Yes?"
"They’ve joined my crew."

**OVASEL SYSTEM**
The Ships entered this timeline. The Non-Aligned Ships and a few Random Warbirds stayed behind orbiring the station. The other ships left bound for Kedanya

**KEDANYA LOUNGE**
"Hello Comrade, Comrade why are you shaped like a weird bar stool?" Andropov was speaking to a stool.
"I think, I’ll name him ‘Tube’" Boris was muttering about the nuetered tribble he owned.
"Admiral Crusher, The Replicators are low, someone replicated gallons of orange juice!" Kurn was reporting BURP!
Sela’s Son, Pizman, and everyone covered their ears from the…
"AAAAUUUURRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!"

The End