Federation Installation Nine or D'Sefet's Cat House

 

 

WHERE IT ALL STARTED

(I WOULD like to point out that by the year we began writing the following adventure, 1999,  the Club I was involved with had already been exploring the Star Trek Universe in writing about a joint venture between the Federation and Romulans for 3 YEARS!  We began our ‘Human???’ Adventure’ in a Cloaking Device equipped, Defiant Class, Federation/Romulan manned Starship January 26, 1996 Volume 1 Issue 1 of Talons the official newsletter of the R.S.E. Shadow Hawk.

NOT until April 15 1998 in the DS9 episode “In the Pale Moonlight” will writer Peter Allen Fields get the Romulans allied with the Federation and  involve them in the Dominion War!  Just to brag a little about our group’s Star Trek vision and creativity.)

The story for this ‘mission’, which would  take up all of our 4th and 5th year and continue into the 6th, began in the January 22 1999, Volume 4 Issue 1 of Talons as the U.S.S./R.S.E Shadow Hawk under the command of Wing Commander T’Sarine is at Deep Space 9 for the signing of the Federation-Romulan Alliance in the war against the Dominion.  The vessel is getting a new Communications Officer, a male Caitian named D’Sefet.  There is sabotage on board the Shadow Hawk and all wonder if it’s the work of Dominion agents trying to win the war or Romulan agents trying to stop the alliance.  During the Signing Ceremony, a Founder disguised as the Federation’s representative, Admiral Spear attempts to assassinate the Romulan Ambassador, Rhantus but is stopped and killed by security personnel from the Shadow Hawk just seconds before he has the chance.  The Alliance is signed and the Shadow Hawk is off to Romulus for repairs and refits.
There T’Sarine meets and is probably bedded (it was a family News Letter so we left THAT up to our reader’s imaginations but, when did he NOT miss a chance?) by none other than James T. Kirk!  (Now I know in the ‘cannon’ Star Trek time-line he was killed on Veridian III but in a book that was written after the movie Star Trek: Generations, it is revealed that when Ambassador Spock ventures to the planet to retrieve the body for transport back to the Federation, he finds an empty grave.  Apparently like Christ and Spock before him, James T. Kirk had been resurrected!)
(In a past issue we had introduced a race called ‘Masters’ that were revered by a felinoid race I had developed called the Pa’UR.)  Noting that the ‘Masters’ had similarities with Vulcan legends, D’Sefet is asked by Starfleet to see if there were any Romulan legends that could provide new information on this unknown, illusive and seemingly VERY powerful race.
It is also revealed that Ambassador Spock , still working toward reunification, is another guest on T’Sarine’s family estate on Romulus.
As the ‘mission’ continues we find out that Starfleet has reactivated Kirks commission, he is an Admiral (again), he has been made liaison between the Federation and Romulan Empire and he has been given command of the Shadow Hawk’s sister the Winter Hawk.  (WELL. . .  Picard IS the new Captain of the Enterprise after all!)
We also find out that it has been foretold T’Sarine, a Romulan would marry into the Halls of Federation Power and guess who’s the luck groom. . .  KIRK!
As the story progresses, we find out that the Flagship of the Romulan Fleet along with the Fleet Commander were lost to the Jem Hadar in battle and the Praetor wants T’Sarine and the Shadow Hawk to replace them.  So much like Worf during the Klingon Civil War T’Sarine is asked to leave Starfleet and, if she wants, like Worf, she can return after the conflict is over.
While all that’s going on intelligence reports that a large Dominion force is massing near a DS9 type Space Station, Dark Meridian and the Shadow Hawk leads a armada to face it.

In the August 28, 1999, Volume 4 Issue 8 Talons the battle was joined and D’Sefet wrote of the battle:

The battle is fierce and the prey is winning.  One thing that gives us an advantage is that once free from the bulk of the Battle Bay, the Shadow Hawk is very agile.  Much like a feline.  Perhaps Starfleet made a mistake in naming her after a tweet (bird).  The type of battle a Felinoid prefers is a quick one.  A few quick swipes and then either victory or retreat.  A long fight is much to straining on both flesh and metal.  After two hours I begin wondering how soon we would have to flee and let the prey escape.  As I am targeting a Breen vessel, I receive my answer as it disintegrates in a blinding ball of Phaser light.  All Alliance vessels are engaged, the only other vessels near enough to have fired on the Breen Cruiser are another Breen Cruiser and a Cardassian Galor Class warship.  As I consider which vessel to target next, the other Breen Cruiser joins its sister as an expanding debris cloud and I receive a message from the Cardassian warship that, in effect, the Alliance has a new ally.
(What year of Star Trek: Deep Space 9 did the Cardassians attack their Dominion friends?  I believe it was the year 2000.  My friends and I were again an entire season ahead of the writers at Paramount!)

In the October 23 1999,  Volume 4  Issue 10 of Talons, the Shadow Hawk has returned to Romulus and wedding plans are in full swing.  Also in this issue D’Sefet is presented with his pet Romulan Chicken, MA by a Romulan farmer, grateful that his only son and his ship had been saved from destruction by a Federation vessel.

By the January 28, 2000, Volume 5 Issue 1 of Talons, the wedding is over and the Shadow Hawk is on her was to Earth.  (While the ‘honeymoon’ is going on, T’Sarine’s writer has her ponder her future with Starfleet and with Kirk.  Many of the other writers in our crew explored aspects of their characters.  If I remember correctly we had Batazeds that found out they were really Romulans and Bajorians that found out they were Shape shifters!  I kept with the usual and decided to have D’Sefet go through an annual Unarmed Combat Recertification Test.  One advantage story tellers that use paper have over those that use celluloid is that we don’t have restrict our imaginations because of reality.  I like to have a little humor in my Star Trek so. . .  I decided to combine the characters actor Don Knotts created in the Andy Griffith Show, The Ghost and Mr. Chicken, The Reluctant Astronaut and The Incredible Mr. Limpet and put them in the Starfleet uniform of the test administrator.  While I do not know if Mr. Knotts was ever considered for a roll in Star Trek, if he had been and my character used, the result would have been as hilariously funny as the great character  Roger Carmel created. . . Harry Mudd!”)  Here is what was written:

To Command: U.S.S. Shadow Hawk
From: Starfleet Command, Department of Personnel Training

Dear Fleet Captain Sarine:

I thought you might enjoy seeing a copy of this report this department received concerning the annual Unarmed Combat Recertification test your Tactical/Communications Officer took recently.  Sorry about the Romulan still being in the antagonist’s data base, but with the war, we haven’t had time to update it.
The view screen lights up and over the United Federation of Planets logo the following words appear:

Unarmed Combat Recertification for: Lieutenant Commander D’Sefet
Current Assignment: Tactical/Communications Officer, U.S.S. Shadow Hawk
Test Administrator: Commander Donald F. Knotts

Presently the logo and words are replaced by the image of a noticeably nervous, bug eyed, mousy little man in an ill fitting Starfleet duty uniform.  “Evaluator’s log, Commander Knotts recording.”  The image begins in a shaky, high-pitched voice that goes down in pitch as it continues, “These are the results and highlights of the test administered to Lieutenant Commander D’Sefet, serial number; PR336-4773 MUR.  I!!!. . .  I’ve spent the last twenty years training and testing Starfleet officers in unarmed combat techniques and, as my record states, my whole body is a lethal weapon,” the officer boasts mater-of-factly with a sniff.  “AS YOU KNOW, the test is conducted on a Holo Deck,” Commander Knotts continues as if he is beginning a lecture to a group of cadets, all the while strutting like a peacock.  “The test subject’s objective is to enter a fortress defended by three computer generated protagonists of random choice.  Just how the objective is achieved is left up to the subject.  The enemies chosen for Lieutenant Commander D’Sefet were a Romulan male, Cardassian female and a Breen.  I would like to request that this be the last Caitian I’m required to test,” the increasing shaking officer requests almost in a whisper.  “NOT that I have anything against Caitians, mind you,” he hastily adds realizing how his request might be interpreted.  “But, it’s just that I don’t think I could stand the strain of monitoring another one!”
“These excerpts from the test will illustrate what I’m talking about, “Commander Knotts concludes as the video of the first encounter begins with the male Romulan adversary patrolling the forest near the fortress.  Suddenly, with an almost imperceptible rustling of leaves, a menacing shadow falls across the back of the guard.  Silently, the owner of the shadow approaches, and using the preferred Caitian manner of disabling an enemy, attacks.  Two powerful paw/hands strike at either side of the opponent’s head, at the ears.  This stuns the opponent and, sometimes as in this case, deafens him by rupturing the ear drums.  Before withdrawing the paw/hands, four, long, sharp, claw-like fingernails rake across the eyes, resulting in blindness.  In intense pain, bleeding and dazed, the Romulan staggers backward into the waiting arms of D’Sefet.  A quick twist of the head, a crunch of vertebra, and the body falls to the ground. . .  Dead.  As the corpse disappears in the Holo Deck-type sparkle, the video ends.
As Commander Knotts rises from his chair and executes a nervous ‘Picard Maneuver’, he says, “This was NOT the most disturbing of the attacks.”  The second video begins much like the first.  This time, the well-armed Cardassian female is seen.  A noise in the trees above momentarily distracts her.  D’Sefet, who has been stalking her, by crouching so low to the ground as to almost rest on it, is lying unseen a few feet away.  Motionless, except for the twitching tip of his tail, he uses this lapse in vigilance to rise up and sprint to a position directly in front of her.  As D’Sefet slaps the weapons from her hands, Commander Knotts yells, “Freeze!”  “As you know,” the Commander begins, “the Cardassian body is protected in key areas by its own armor, bony protrusions and ridges protect both the ears and eyes, thus nullifying the traditional Caitian assault method.  However, there is one area of their anatomy that can be assailed by another traditional feline strategy,” As the Commander yells, “Resume,” it appears D’Sefet has heard him because, instead of using his paw/hands as weapons, he uses them to grab and securely hold the Cardassian.  Before she can cry out, D’Sefet sinks his teeth into her throat and holds on as she struggles.  Although she delivers numerous vicious kicks to D”Sefet’s feet and legs, he continues to throttle her.  A closeup clearly shows what the Caitians call the ‘Death Kiss’, four long, almost saber like fangs imbedded in the Cardassian’s flesh, the top set penetrating a large blood vessel that bulges from the side of the neck and the bottom piercing the windpipe.  D’Sefet’s eyes have an wild, almost animal look in them, the pupil’s size indicate a feline that is fully in the ‘Hunting’ mind set.   As she grows weak from loss of blood and lack of oxygen, she struggles less and less until she hangs as limp as a rag doll in D’Sefet’s deadly powerful embrace.  Somehow sensing he has drained the last drop of life from his foe, he simultaneously releases his hold on her throat and body, allowing it to fall into a heap on the ground.  As instant later, as D’Sefet is spitting Cardassian blood out of his mouth, her body is erased from the Holo Deck program and, the video ends.
“I thought the Breen would prove an insurmountable opponent for the Lieutenant Commander.  IN-SUR-MOUNT-ABLE,” Commander Knotts claims in a voice that sounds like fingernails on a blackboard and a hand gesture that looks like he is declaring a base runner safe.  With bulging eyes and bobbing head, he says, mater-a-factly, in almost a whisper, “It would seem I was mistaken.”  The third video begins with D’Sefet in front of the fortress, near the entrance.  The Breen warrior is no where to be seen.  Like most predator descended races, he instinctively knows it is very dangerous to pursue prey into its den.  So he hesitates to go in, not knowing if the Breen is in there or not.  Apparently reacting to an inaudible sound from inside, the Caitian flattens himself against the fortress wall beside the heavy wooden doors that close the entrance.  One of the doors swing open and the Breen emerges carrying a long staff-like weapon.  D’Sefet springs from his position, grabs the end of the weapon and swings the off balance creature carrying it around, smashing the warrior into the wall.  Here the Breen’s dependance on electronic helmets to let them survive in an oxygen environment works against him.  As the stunned warrior is kneeling on the ground, D’Sefet picks up a good sized stone that has fallen off the wall and smashes it against the Breen’s helmet.  Amid a shower of sparks that would seem to indicate a MAJOR malfunction in the helmet’s life support system, the test and the video excerpt ends.
Commander Knotts’ face again appears on the screen and says in a meek almost pleading voice, “Uh, I would appreciate it if another officer could administer this test to any other Felinoid personnel in Starfleet.  Thank you.”  The United Federation of Planets logo replaces the image of Commander Knotts, and after a few seconds, the View Screen goes black.

(This Log Entry appeared in the February 25, 2000,  Volume 5  Issue 2 of Talons the official newsletter of the R.S.E. Shadow Hawk)

Personal Log Fleet Adm. T'Sarine:

I stood at attention in the office of the CinC. I had known the Admiral for years. He had been a frequent visitor to my Father's estate on the New Hawaiian Islands, during Father's tenure as Vulcan Ambassador to the Federation. Off to his right. Admiral Bennet was seated, casually observing the situation. I had not met Bennet before, but my intuition told me he was a dangerous man.
The CinC began..."Please sit down... Telair, we have know each other for many years. I can't believe you intend to resign your commission.  I'm speaking as a friend here...you know that your Father will be shocked when he hears of this.  You must think this over thoroughly before you make the decision.  We need to discuss this."
"Thank you sir...but I prefer to stand.  Father will be somewhat surprised...but it is not logical that this could be unexpected. I have agonized over this decision for many months.  I have made up my mind...I wish to return to my home planet and serve the Empire as Fleet Admiral or in any other capacity that may be asked of me.  I know that this action will effect many people, including my husband, and my Father...but I will accept the consequences of my resignation, as this is the only option I can honorably live with ...  If the circumstances were reversed, I'm sure you would feel the same way."
Admiral Bennet rose and began to pace the floor.  "Fleet Captain...what of the oath you took as a Starfleet Officer?  What can we expect from you...as you casually choose to serve the enemy?"
"I was under the impression that the Romulan Star Empire was anally of the Federation...not an enemy...  Is section 31 worried about my honor?" Bennet paled, and I knew that I was on the mark.  "As far as this being a casual choice...  I can assure you it is not.  I took an oath as a Starfleet Officer never to reveal any information that could compromise or endanger the Federation.  I intend to keep this oath, even as Fleet Admiral of the Empire.  To do less would be dishonorable to my Father, the Federation, and to my Romulan heritage."
"You must have realized that when you sent me to Romulus to participate in the negotiations for the alliance, there would be a chance that I wouldn't remain in Starfleet.  In addition, you agreed to the Empire making me Fleet Admiral....  It was a gamble...a calculated risk.  The Federation got what it wanted with the Alliance...the gamble came in whether or not I would remain in Starfleet.  I think this is a fair exchange..."
I could feel the hostility coming from Bennet.
Admiral Reynolds spoke.  "Richard...  I have known Telair since she was two years old. I have followed her career in Starfleet from the time she entered the Academy, and I can personally assure you that if she says she will not violate her oath...she will keep her word."
Bennet looked skeptical.  Admiral Reynolds stood and looked Telair in the eyes. "I hate to see you leave us, but I understand your dilemma." He walked around his desk, put his arms around me in a hug and said, "I will miss you my dear adopted daughter, but I understand and reluctantly accept your resignation...  As the Romulans say, Wind to Your Wings."
"Thank you sir," I said as I handed him my comm badge and my rank pins.  This is not goodbye, it is...until next time.  I fully expect to be traveling back and forth between the Federation and the Empire.  I will see you again...and soon."  I turned and left, overhearing Bennet's parting comment, "She's dangerous..."
"Interim..." "SIT DOWN, Bennet...we need to talk." Forty five minutes later, Bennet left the CinC's office.

About two hours later I arrived at the estate.  When I entered the kitchen...! knew Jim had told Xzuana and Tarsus of my decision.  I needed some time to myself and decided to take a last horseback ride before talking to them.  I reached out to Jim's mind, telling him that I loved him, but needed to be alone for a while.  He understood.
I went to our bedroom and changed into jeans, a shirt and boots and headed for the stables.  I decided to ride Tornado.  His fiery temperament matched my mood, I headed towards the heiiau (Hawaiian temple) in the mountains.  I needed to sit, meditate, and talk to the kahuna (priest).  I always felt at peace there, and when I was a child, I would go there to hide from my parents or when I wanted to be alone.  Jim and I had been headed to the heiiau when we..."got caught in the rain."
I smiled to myself...a rather pleasant memory.  It was a beautiful sunny day, typical of the islands.  A gentle breeze was blowing.  I could hear the birds and animals around me and I was enjoying the ride.  I had to negotiate a narrow passage between the rocks.  There was a brief but steep drop off over the cliff face just as you rounded the rocks.  I was concentrating on navigating my way through when I realized something was wrong. The bird and animal sounds had stopped.  Tornado shied, alerting me to imminent danger.  He reared up...just as phasers hit me from all side.  I fell off Tornado, plunging over the side of the cliff.  The last thing I saw was a Starfleet uniform...Section 31, I thought as I my mind reached out to Jim.

Kirk

Jim knew how troubled Telair was...  He respected her need to be alone for a while, although he was apprehensive about her safety.  When they had become consorts and touched each other's minds, Telair had gifted him with the ability to reach out and touch her mind when he pleased to do so.  She could still, however, shield areas of her mind from him, and that was the situation now.  He could feel her enjoyment while riding Tornado, but could not connect with her feelings where her decision was concerned.  The connection between them was very strong.
He was packing his bags when, he felt an abrupt snap.  He could barely feel Telair in his mind..."Oh God," he exclaimed, as he headed for Xzuana's and Tarsus' room.  The minute he saw Tarsus, Jim realized both he and Xzuana knew..   Jim grabbed a tri-corder and they headed for the stables.
Jim knew where Telair was headed.  She had told him about the heiiau, and they had planned to go there the day they had been caught in the rainstorm.  It was over an hour's ride from the Estate...  They had to be in time...her presence in his mind was getting weaker...  There is going to be hell to pay for this...he thought.
Both Jim and Tarsus pushed the horses to their full ability...
They reached the passage between the rocks.  There were phaser burns everywhere.  It looked as though a battle had been fought.  There was red blood on the rocks to the right.  The tracks looked as if a horse had reared.  Jim and Tarsus dismounted.  There was green blood everywhere...and its trail led over the side of the cliff.  They both peered over the edge and saw a broken branch about twenty feet down the cliff side.  There was blood on the cliff rocks leading up to the top.  Telair must have pulled herself up to the top, though how she was able to do this was beyond their comprehension....  .Around the bend the trail of blood abruptly stopped.
A young boy wearing traditional Hawaiian loin cloth stood waiting for them.  He politely bowed his head in acknowledgment of them and said, "Please come with me."  He led them through the dense jungle for another 20 minutes, until they reached the heiiau.  There was a large grass hut to the left of the heiiau, and he pointed them towards it.
Both Jim and Tarsus headed towards the hut in full charge.  When they entered the dimly lit hut they saw Telair lying on a mat over to the right side...  An old man was bending over her chanting quietly and administering to many wounds.
He looked up at Jim and nodded his head...."You are Jim...she has been calling for you.  He looked over his shoulder and said, "And you must be Tarsus...  At that moment, Telair opened her eyes.  There was no recognition in them.  "Jim," she said as her eyes closed again.  Tarsus and Jim ran the tri-corder over her wounds. The old man spoke...She is badly hurt...but still alive...She is strong..."  He spoke to Jim, "She has lost the child...but there will be others...."
James T. Kirk's eyes blazed with anger.  He was shocked.  He hadn't known...."When I find out who did this..." He was furious.  The old man put a hand on Jim's shoulder...he smiled knowingly and gently said, "There will be others."
Tarsus contacted Xzuana and within a few minutes the shuttle was there, and the four of them were headed back to the Hawk

Personal Log, Xzauna Katus:
Stardate: 0002.25

Packing up at the end of a trip always seems a greater task than the excitement of deciding what to take with you and how to fit it in your gear.  Have tried to get most of our things ready for departure before going down to brunch...  Speaking of which, I hear the boisterous call to come join the brunch rowdies now.  "All right, be there in a flash," I shout down to the boys.
As I enter the dining area. Kirk and Tarsus are doubled over in laughter, heaven only knows over what this time. I swear, it only takes getting any combination of the four of us together and fits of laughter begin anew.  "And, what are you two laughing about now?"  Jim, barely able to talk through spasms of laughter, chokes out, "Tarsus was just telling me about the first time you two met."  "I don't recall anything funny about the meeting," I offer while giving them one of my I don 't-think-it 's-funny-and-you-should-be-ashamed-of-yourself looks.  My look only encourages them and they are off on another howl.
I notice the table is set for three and asked where Telair is.  Both sobered immediately. "OK, which one of you would care to tell me what's going on?"  Jim, in his at times, annoying, halting expression begins, "Ah, sheeee, haaaad an appointment at Starfleet headquarters this morning."  "You act like your holding something back Jim. Anything you care to share with us?  You know why she went don't you?"  A near panic feeling was coming on me...  I could feel the bumps on the back of my neck and arms forming.  "Why are you hesitating ?  I can sense that you're deliberately trying to shield your emotions and thoughts.  What's going on Jim?"
"Ah..." he said while walking and wringing his hands and looking over his shoulder toward us, "Telair is at Starfleet Headquarters submitting her resignation."  Tarsus and I looked at each other in disbelief.  There was no hint from the Captain that she was thinking of or intending to resign... not a hint, not a whisper, not a clue.  "I don't know what to say, Jim," I finally managed.  "You must know why."  "Of course," Jim shot back through his blinding smile, "but I'm not at liberty to discuss it with anyone.  She wants you to know that she did not intend to mislead either of you and will explain in detail when she returns."
Talk about dramatic timing, Telair walked through the door, just as Jim finished, looking very grim.  She looked at us, then at Jim and said, "You told them."  Jim just smiled and spread his hands.  She looked at us and sighed then said, "It is very complicated. Believe me when I say I had VERY good reasons for resigning.  It did not go well and I don't want to talk about it yet. You both deserve an explanation and I promise I'll tell you everything later.  Right now, I need a little time to myself. Think I'll take one of the horses out and take one last tour of the estate.  Please excuse me." With that she headed for her room.  We saw her a little later heading for the stables. "Well," Jim said, "I don't know about you, but I have packing to do. You'll excuse me."
I could sense that Tarsus was upset and he, I'm sure, could sense the same in me as well as my confusion and the turmoil churning in me.  He pulled me into his arms and cradled me there until he felt me calm some.  I looked up at him and said, "I can't talk about this right now.  I have to sort out my feelings and thoughts and get to a place of calm before Telair talks to us.  Think I'll go up and finish packing. It would help if you would come and supervise or help."  He took my hand and we headed upstairs.
We were almost finished packing when Tarsus, who had been bent over his gear, bolted upright. About the same time, Jim came running into our room. The men looked at one another and simultaneously said, "Telair's in trouble." They both yelled at me to stay put as they rushed for the door. Tarsus dashed back, took my hands and said, "I think it is very serious. You need to stay here and be ready to take action at a moment's notice.  Don't contact anyone or tell anyone what we suspect. Don't answer the phone or the door.  I will contact you on your Romulan com badge.  Put it on now and be ready." With that he ran down the stairs, through the door, and toward Jim who was on a dead run for the stables.
Now I understood the turmoil I had been feeling.  I too felt something was wrong with Telair but got it mixed up with the news Jim had hit us with.  I concentrated on her and connected.  Somehow she knows that Jim and Tarsus are on their way and is trying to hold on.  Her energy is very low.  All of us are focusing
on her and sending her energy in hopes of sustaining her until we can get help.  I'm still confused by what Tarsus said to me before he left, but I have learned not to doubt him.
After what seemed an eternity, my com badge beeped. Tarsus' voice seemed strained. "Xzauna, get the Hawk ready for departure. Can you think of someone you can trust to do that and not make it known to Starfleet?  We have to be able to clear the docking bay and go directly to warp.  Have them plot a course that will get us to Romulus without getting anywhere near a Starfleet outpost.  It would be best if we took only the Romulan crew. Try to get them to devise a way to get the Fleet crew off the ship...and, Xzauna, you will have to decide on whether you are going to remain in Starfleet or live as a Romulan. You should know that Starfleet is behind the assassination of Telair. Assassination....the word ran cold through me.
After what seemed an eternity, I tapped my com badge and said, "Tarsus, I'll do as you suggest.  As for Starfleet, if what you say is true, and I have no reason to doubt you, then the next time they see me will be behind phaser fire from a Warbird.  His voice was calm as he replied, "I thought you would say something like that.  After you contact the Hawk, get the emergency shuttle at the estate ready.  We will send you the coordinates when you are ready to pick us up.  We will have to get to the Hawk cloaked." "Understood," I replied.
When they brought Telair on the shuttle, I could sense that she was close to death.  I whispered to Tarsus, "Is she going to make it?"  His look was solemn when he said, "I don't know. It's going to be close."  I turned the shuttle controls over to him and went to sit beside Telair.  She was very white, cold, and her respiration was shallow.  Jim was already administering first aid to her, but with all the wounds, it seemed hopeless.  His hands were blurs of attentive care.  He rushed from one wound to another trying to stop the flow of blood or seal a puncture.  He finally heard my voice and looked up.  "Jim," I said as calmly as I could manage, "Tarsus could use your help right now.  I'll take over for you.  I promise to call you if you are needed." He shook his head and headed for the controls.
We managed to get the shuttle to the Hawk bay without detection.  As soon as the shuttle door opened, Tarsus and I headed for the bridge and Jim followed as they rushed Telair to the Medical Bay.
As I stepped on the bridge, I exhaled deeply and headed for the center seat while asking if my orders had been implemented.  "Okay, we only get one shot at this, make it a good one.  We need to clear the docking bay before they have time to close the bay doors.  "I'm ordering you to break all Starfleet protocol and get us out of here best possible speed.  Once we get underway, there will be no turning back.  I want full shields as soon as we clear the bay and red alert status. You can be sure we are going to have a battle on our hands until we can cloak and find a clearing where we can go to warp.  Do you have a course plotted helm?"  "Yes, sir."  "Good, let's get the hell out of here."

SEND TO COMMAND, U.S.S. SHADOW HAWK: FROM STARFLEET COMMAND, SPECIAL PROJECTS OFFICE:

Stand by to receive Kzinti escort vessel prototype for field evaluation by Lt. Commander D'Sefet. Prototype specifications and data as well as Lt. Commander D'Sefet's orders to follow.

OFFICE OF THE CinC

 The Admiral's comm buzzed.  "Yes...what is it Commander Soland?"  "Starfleet Space central is on line for you Admiral," replied his aide, "Patch them through Commander."
"Admiral Reynolds, this is Starfleet Space Central, Lt. Brown speaking."
"Yes. Go on..."
The Lt. paused unsure of himself.  "Admiral...The Shadow Hawk has just burst out of space dock without notifying Starfleet and cloaked."
"Understood Lt. Over. Commander...get me Bennet NOW!"
A few moments went by.  "Admiral...it seems that Admiral Bennet is not in Starfleet Headquarters...and ...no one seems to know where he is."
Another short pause as the Commander's comm line buzzed. The Commander cleared his voice.  Admiral Reynolds...I have a comm...from Admiral James T. Kirk.

(This Log Entry appeared in the March 24, 2000,  Volume 5  Issue 3 of Talons the official newsletter of the R.S.E. Shadow Hawk)

Fleet Adm. Sarine

I seem to be floating ... everything around me is blurred. Colors ... both bright and muted appear and disappear in the blink of an eye. I see the muted soft colors of my quarters aboard the Hawk. Teal greens and lavenders blend together in a swirling scene. Objects float up to me... but when I put my hands out to touch them, they are out just out of reach.
People and places from my past appear and disappear... I'm home on Vulcan ... no on Father's estate on the New Hawaiian Islands.  Father is distressed with my lack of logical behavior, as I have been gone for two days ... gone to my special place up in the mountains ...  There is an explosion. I am falling ... I can see the Hawk on the construction pad ... people speak to me and are gone ... falling... DS9 ... the Starfleet Admiral lies dead on the floor of the conference room ... falling ... a planet exploding... falling ... I see Romulus ... Grandfather's garden ... Grandfather and another man talking... he turns and it is Jim ...  He reaches out for me, and he is gone.  A wedding .. . Xzuana's and mine ... gone.. . falling...
Pain ... falling... I'm ... I'm on board the Shadow Hawk, in Sickbay, looking down on a scene.  There is a man by one of the bed units, and someone I can't quite make out in stasis ... It's Jim and ... myself. I feel a gigantic tug as I am pulled back into my own body.   I feel the touch of a mind reaching deep inside me to bring me back to the present.  The pull is very strong ... and I reach out of the darkness and toward the light.   I run to the light... but it seems just out of reach .. .just beyond my finger tips, regardless of how fast or much I run.   Jim is calling me ... "I'm here ... I'm here. I can't see you ... I can't find you ... where are you? Jim?" I feel an overwhelming presence in my mind. "I refuse to let you go ... I will not allow you to leave me ... Telair. Take my hand and let me lead you back." I reach out and feel a strong hand take mine ...

Kirk

Kirk stood at Teiair's bedside.  It had been three days since they had left Terra.  Telair was in stasis ... she was so pale ... so fragile looking ... so completely different from the dynamic person he had first seen on the Hawk, the first time he met her.  He had not left her side since she was brought into Sick Bay.
He reached over and took her hand, noticing the slight green tinge to her fingernails.  "Telair... I'm here."  For a fraction of a second, he thought she seemed to rouse.  While keeping her hand in his, he placed his fingers on the meld points on her face.  He reached into her mind.  There was a spark deep inside, but it was buried so deeply in her mind, that it was almost impossible to reach.  He saw people, and places float by.  He continued probing deeper and deeper.  He saw a picture of himself and Telair on a beach, which puzzled him.  He would have to remember to ask her about it, when she recovered.  He probed deeper into the essence of what made Telair the person she was.  She had never allowed him this far into her mind before, and this worried him as it showed how weak she was.  He could see a green fog forming, and in the comforting mist, he saw her figure.  He reached out to her and she faded into the mist... he searched ... again and again.  She always seemed to be just out of reach. He heard her call him ... "Jim?  Where are you?"  She seemed closer... he reached out into the mist and came up against something solid.  It was her hand ... he grasped it and pulled her toward him.  "I'm here    Telair. I'm here."  The link between their minds was reestablished. fragile though it was .. . it was there, and he would not allow it to be broken again.

Office of the CinC

Kirk stood in front of the comm screen in Sick Bay, as Admiral Reynold's image appeared.  Reynolds could see
the anger in Kirk's eyes.  In an effort to keep the situation calm, whatever it was, he casually commented, "Jim ... how nice to see you. What can I do for you?"
"I think Starfleet has done quite enough, thank you," Jim replied sarcastically.   As Kirk stepped back from the comm screen. Reynolds could see the interior of Sick Bay.
"Jim ... what the hell is going on. I have just received a report from Starfleet Space Central that the Shadow Hawk and the Winter Hawk have left Space Dock without authorization, have gone to warp, and cloaked.
The heated conversation went on for some time, as Jim explained the situation to Reynolds, including the fact that a mind meld between Kirk, Tarsus, and Telair revealed that Admiral Bennet and Section 31 were the would be assassins.
When the comm ended ... Reynolds was furious ... "Soland .. . get Security up here immediately.  I want Bennett found arrested and incarcerated!"  He pounded his fist down on his desk ... and the only thing he said was:" Damn!"
This could cause an end to the Alliance between the Federation and the Romulans, and in addition, if the situation was not handled properly, Starfleet would have more on their hands' than the attempted assassination of the Romulan Fleet Admiral.  They could have James T. Kirk as an enemy, and the ramifications of losing Kirk, were horrendous.

Personal Log: Xzauna Katus Log Date: 50503.24

"Go to Red Alert, Raise Shields and cloak," I shouted as we cleared the docking bay doors. "Good flying, Helmsman.  I'm ordering you to disregard Starfleet warp distance regulations and jump to warp at my command."  Tarsus spun around from the weapons array panel when he heard my words and walked quickly to stand beside me.  He spoke softly as to not be overheard by the rest of the bridge crew.  "Xzauna, you could cause damage and civilian casualties.  It will be difficult, if not impossible, to reverse charges that are bound to be brought against you if you take this action."  "Don't worry," I shot back. "It will be close, but there will only be a few rattled windows, no casualties, and besides, I plan to tell everyone that you were at the helm."  He simply looked at me, shook his head, and returned to his post.
"Expect more than one pot shot to connect before we go to warp," I said.  Timely words as a photon torpedo hit its mark. "Damage report."  "Minor damage in Engineering," came the reply.  "Get ready to jump to warp, mark 5,4, 3,2, 1, warp 5 NOW!"  "Maintain Warp 5 until you reach the outer warp barrier and then go to Warp 9." "All stations, I want regular updates on hull integrity, engineering stats, and an immediate alert to ANY irregularity that may show up.  We have no way of knowing if the Shadow Hawk has been compromised, so stay alert!"
Tarsus checked the flight plan for Romulus and agreed it was the safest and fastest route.  He looked over at me and nodded his head in approval.  While I had his eye I said, "Tarsus, I would like to have a word with you."  As he approached, I began, "There are bound to be rumors flying all over the ship.  Would you do me a favor and call together team leaders and brief them on the facts of our departure.  Let them know that they, or any other member of the crew, have the choice of assisting us or not.  If anyone doesn't want to cooperate, put them in the brig.  It will go better for them that way, and, please check on the Captain and let me know how she is doing." He nodded understanding and left the bridge.
Our battle-seasoned crew was performing well under pressure.  Tension on the Hawk was high, especially in light of the Captain's condition, but performance was typically superior, as bodies moved from one panel to another in concert, an agitated dance of alertness carrying us home.  As we neared the Neutral Zone, the relative calm was broken by a burst of photon torpedoes off the bow.  "Helm hold steady," I ordered. "I'm guessing this is Fleet on a Romulan hunt.  Can you identify the ship?"  "It looks like an Ambassador Class, Sir."  "Damn.... maintain heading... these guys are going to do things by-the-book, which means a standard search pattern.  If we hold this heading, they' II miss us.  It's the best bet we have right now.  Let's hope they don't surprise us."
We slipped into the neutral zone undetected a short time later.  Tension eased a bit, but this was not the time to let down our guard.  "Attention all crew...this is Commander Katus."   We have entered the Neutral Zone, but given the circumstances of our flight, it is possible that Starfleet will risk entering the Zone in an attempt to find us before we reach Romulus.  It is imperative that we remain in a high state of alert and readiness. Your performance in this escape has brought honor to your families and our homeland.  Let us continue to do so, let us make no mistake or let down our guard.  The enemy is formidable, but can be outwitted and defeated!  For now, the battle will have to wait. Our first duty is to get the Captain to our medical specialist.  Katus out."
As we entered orbit above Romulus, Tarsus returned to the bridge. He came over to me and whispered, "A state-of-the-art medical shuttle has been dispatched.  It will be taking Telair directly to the medical facility.  My plane if being flow to the Hawk so I can depart immediately to report to the Praetor and Empress.  They have asked that you remain on board the Hawk until it has docked. You are then to inform the crew that a thorough debriefing will be conducted.  An escort has been dispatched to take you to Sanctuary.  I' II catch up with you there as soon as I can."  "How is the Captain," I asked.  "There has been no change in her condition.  Kirk has remained by her side, unwilling to leave her for any reason.  He keeps saying that he has to maintain the ‘link’.  I fought back tears as I asked him to keep me informed of any change in her condition.  He squeezed my hand and left for the Battle Bay to await his plane.
End Log

Lt. Commander D'Sefet Personal Log:

I AM IN A HISSING MOOD!  These orders are irrational!  What are those tail sitters at Starfleet Command thinking?!?  Those thoughts ran through my brain like mice as I made my way to the Battle Bay for a look at the project I have been assigned.  The Kzinti have developed a short range patrol vessel and according to the peace treaty, the Federation must evaluate it before the Kzinti are allowed to deploy it.  Apparently, because I am also of a felinoid race and served aboard a carrier class starship, I have been assigned to be the Federation's test pilot! I am NOT a pilot!  If the Masters had intended for Caitians to fly, they would not have made tweets SO tasty!  It is true that since coming onboard the Shadow Hawk I, like most of the crew, have qualified in one of the fighter class ships we carry, but I prefer a comfortable seat on the bridge to a cramped, cold cockpit.  Beside, those flight suits are SO unbecoming!  Well, orders are orders I think as the Battle Bay doors open with a swish.
She, or more properly he, (the Kzin, unlike humans, refer to their vessels in masculine terms), is sitting isolated from the other ships in the bay.  As I approach, I see the craft's overall shape is, what would be called by humans, a delta wing design.  Although on closer inspection, it is clear the shape is one of a stylized cat head.  She ... he is Kzinti all right!  From the triangular navigation deflector in the nose to the enormous oval eye blister windows, one on either side of the vessel.  The final feline touch, the long, if you will pardon the expression, canine tooth fangs that make up part of the mount for the warp nacelles.
The boarding hatch is a clam shell design, much like the hanger doors of old NCC-1701.  Except for the yellow and black checker- board pattern Starfleet has applied to the trailing edge of the upper rear body panel to identify the vessel as experiential, and the usual Starfleet pennant stripes on the warp nacelles, the ship is not painted.  The hull's color is a dull silver/grey owing to the radiation shielding built into it.  I will be allowed to paint my name under the blister windows, and when I decide on one, paint the vessel's name on either side of the navigation deflector nose.
All in all, he is quite a handsome ship.  I have no time for further examination now.  I have to get to the bridge for my watch, but I will review the data on the ship in my quarters later.
What a day ... Protector... am I tired.  After crawling into bed, I munch a bag of Mickey Chips and begin to review the data on my ship.  Many of the documents are still in the original Kzinti.  The vessel is officially designated as a short range, patrol/escort fighter, Flesh Ripper Class.  The warp-driven vessel has a 5 to 15 light year range, depending upon the size of the pilot's bladder.  He is armed with two disrupters mounted in the bulges under the nose.
The pilot enters the craft feet first by way of the hatch, sort of like jumping down a chute.  Now I see why the Federation needed a felinoid as a test pilot.  In addition to the standard hand and foot controls, this craft uses the pilot's tail movements and facial expressions to get a sense of the intensity of a given situation, and modifies the controls to compensate.
There is one final, interesting bit of information.  For security purposes, the craft ‘sniffs’ the pilot when he boards the craft. If the pilot does not ‘smell’ right, the vessel will not start. To store the initial scent, the Kzinti have a typical feline way for the pilot to provide it. I wonder if Starfleet has a regulation covering this?
Well, I have avoided it all day, SO ... it is time to mark my ship!  Fortunately, the data outlines a more difficult, but more hygienic (and dryer) way to transfer scent.  I hope at this time of day, the fighter bay will be all but deserted. If anyone sees me rubbing myself all over this ship, I will never live it down!
As I am climbing down after rubbing the top of the fighter, I witness something strange.  An unscheduled shuttle craft is landing in the fighter bay.  Although I am a considerable distance away, I see that among the party is Admiral Kirk, and I can tell from the odor, there are at least two females with him, I assume one is Admiral T'Sarine.  There is something odd about the odor though.
Well, it is time to get in the vessel and see if he responds to me.  As I enter and the hatch closes, the control panels light up, and my ears are assaulted by the guttural growls and hisses of the Kzinti's ‘Hero's Tongue’. "Please repeat in Federation Standard," I request of the on-board computer.  In an emotionless voice a Vulcan would be proud of, the OBC repeats, "Scent Profile accepted and stored, state operator's name."  "I am Lieutenant Commander D'Sefet," I begin.  "You may address me as Sef."
"Sef-Pilot," the OBC responds following the Kzinti way of identifying a person with his function.  "I am monitoring a significant amount of unanswered communication traffic directed at this father vessel by a Starfleet Command."  " Let me hear it," I command.
The voice is from a frantic Space Dock controller.  He is ordering the Shadow Hawk to power down and return to her berth.  Something is VERY WRONG!  The situation gets even worse seconds later.  As I see through the rear fighter bay door force field, the Space Dock and Earth appear and then recede into the blackness of space.  I know most of the crew is ashore, as I was the only one on the bridge my last watch.  I am going to have to find out who authorized the Hawk to leave space dock this way and why, quickly!  I will need a couple of things.   I hope the Kzinti have not stopped equipping their ships with them...  AH, here is, the release mechanism. A paw disrupter and a Wtsai [dagger-like knife].  There is an old Kzinti saying, "A Disrupter is only good when the energy pack is charged, but a Wtsai is as good as the steel."  After I secrete the weapons under my uniform, there is one last thing before I go on the prowl... a little surprise the Kzinti have built into this fighter.  "Set Destruct, Voice Initialize/Override Only," I order.  If all else fails, with a word in my com badge, at least I can block the Federation's enemies from claiming the Shadow Hawk as their own.

(This Log Entry appeared in the April 28, 2000,  Volume 5  Issue 4 of Talons the official newsletter of the R.S.E. Shadow Hawk)

Kirk

The view screen blinked off and the picture of the CinC was replaced by the familiar Starfleet emblem.  Kirk turned to Sefet with fire in his eyes.  Sefet took his finger off of the Disrupter trigger and holstered it.
"Lt. Commander D'Sefet," said Kirk in controlled calm, "may I ask what the HELL you think you were doing?" Sefet was taken aback with this challenge and snapped to attention..  Kirk continued, "You realize that mutiny is punishable by court marshal..."
Sefet looked surprised. "I believed this ship was taken unknown to and against the direct orders of Starfleet Command." Kirk paused and took a deep breath before he started to talk.  "Sefet...I believe you are a member of the Senior Staff.." Sefet nodded. "Just where were you when the Senior Staff briefing was called by Tarsus?" Kirk answered his own question.  "Nowhere to be found...  In addition...you violated the chain-of-command by not going to your superior officer, Commander Katus, requesting information..  Did you ever think of asking? You took unwarranted action without proper information or full knowledge of the situation.  That is extremely poor judgement for an officer of your experience."
"As you are fairly new to this ship...I will put it off to lack of experience aboard the Hawk.  However...there are a few things that you need to understand...NOW.  The Shadow Hawk has been given to Fleet Admiral Sarine and is no longer under the Command of Starfleet . It is a Romulan Alliance ship with mixed crew under the direct command of Fleet Admiral Sarine.  For all intents and purposes it is a Romulan ship.  This was part of the agreement between Starfleet and the Imperial Praetor when Telair became Fleet Admiral...Many stipulations of this agreement are not for public knowledge...and won't be for some time.  If you can't understand or accept this situation...then I suggest that you request transfer immediately." Kirk paused. " Understand this MR....if you ever pull a stunt like this again...without proper information...and trying to mutiny.  I will PERSONALLY see that you are court marshaled and drummed out of Starfleet service with a dishonorable discharge. Is that UNDERSTOOD?"

"Yes Admiral..."

" I am transporting to the Valley of the Elements.  I consider this situation closed and will not inform Telair of it. While you are mulling what I have said over in your mind and considering whether you wish to continue service on this ship, you have the Conn.  I suggest that you not take any further foolish actions...  In the meantime...and depending on your decision, you are acting second in command and will be required to attend a strategy meeting at Sanctuary...later this afternoon.  Commander Katus' life may be endangered, and she is in seclusion at Sanctuary.  Under those circumstances, as third in command, you would automatically become second. I will contact you prior to the meeting and expect your decision at that time.  Should you decide to transfer...a Romulan Subcommander will become second in command aboard the Hawk." Kirk turned and left.  Sefet sat down in the command chair.

Supplemental 1

Kirk passed the floor in Tarsus' office.  Kirk had just returned from the Valley of the Elements where Telair had been taken for recovery.  During a mind meld with the himself and the Romulan healer, he had finally been able to reach her mind.  She roused from the coma and had briefly opened her eyes and seen him.  The healer had assured him that Telair would now recover quickly.
He, Tarsus and Sefet now awaited the arrival of the Minister of the Tal Shiar.  The door opened and Minister Kellian casually walked into Tarsus' office.  Kellian turned to Tarsus and greeted him formally.  Then he turned to Kirk.  Kirk could see the hate in Kellian's eyes.  This was going to be an interesting mission

Personal Log Xzauna Katus Date: 0004.21

I had just completed my Comlink report to one of the Praetor's aides when the Praetorian Guard escort dispatched to take me to Sanctuary showed up.  One or two guards, it seemed to me, would have been sufficient, but Tarsus had sent nine; one to pilot me and the others to fly cover.  Any other time, I would have insisted on piloting my own craft, but today I was grateful for the ride.  Now that I knew Telair was on her way to the Healers in the Valley of the Elements and was expected to recover, and my official duties were over, exhaustion was rapidly overtaking me.
When I saw Sanctuary looming ahead of us, the feeling of coming home hit me.  Until now, I associated home as time and space shared with loved ones, wherever that might be, but Sanctuary has a deeper, richer, fuller meaning of home to me.  It has come to symbolize my completeness and is a physical and emotional anchor.  My escorts saw to it that I was safely behind Sanctuary doors.  I told them they were free to go and learned that Tarsus had instructed them to remain on guard until he dismissed them.  Too tired to argue, I went up to bed.
Upon awakening the following morning, I remembered the wedding gift I had the grounds crew working on for Tarsus.  I quickly dressed and headed for his office.  I was surprised to see a guard posted outside our room and annoyed by another following me at a discrete distance.  Before opening the office door, I spun around to confront my shadow.  I informed her that only Tarsus and I were allowed to enter his private office and she would have to remain outside.  With some reservation, she accepted the many reasons I gave her as to the why the office would be ‘secure’ and she agreed to remain posted outside the door.
The arched, glass doors leading to the meditation garden were to the right of Tarsus' desk.  He could easily look out while working there.  I released the remote shielding and force-field from the doors and walked into the serenity of the garden.  The scent of flowers was an invitation to breathe the moist air deeply.  Light filtered through trees and flowering shrubs creating patterns on pebble trails throughout the atrium.  Colorful song birds chirped and warbled relaxing tones in harmony with small waterfalls and streams flowing into meditation ponds. The grounds crew had outdone themselves.  The garden reflects the love they have for Sanctuary and her guardian.
"Such beauty," I whispered, and from behind me Tarsus said, "Yes, such beauty." I ran and clung to him, much as a small child does to its mother, feeling safe in her love and protection.  "You are truly full of surprises, Xzauna. I can think of only one other surprise that has brought me such joy."  "Oh," I said looking up at him, "And, what was the 'other'?"  "When you agreed to join with me," he replied. The smile faded from his face and was replaced by a look of concern.  He drew me closer and told me that the Empress and Praetor were in agreement with him that I was to remain sequestered at Sanctuary.  Tarsus said they expected some factions of the Federation would try to take me into custody.  They would love to parade me in public as a traitor and then arrange a fatal accident for me when I was no longer of use to them.
"Tarsus, I am not afraid for myself, but what of my family?"  He tried to comfort me by telling me...  "I have arranged for Di and your uncle to be brought to Sanctuary to stay.  They will likely resist but we cannot afford for them to be taken hostage and ransomed for leverage.  A courier has been sent to your father to fill him in on the actual events leading to our departure from Earth.  He is well guarded by his diplomatic status and immunity. I don't think our enemies would risk harming him.  However, he will be given a choice to come here as well"
I jerked away from Tarsus and looked at him in disbelief.  "You know how I feel about my father and you invited him here anyway to stay for who knows how long?  You can't bring him here.  If he comes to Romulus, he will have to stay somewhere else!"  "Xzauna, you have no clarity of thought on issues concerning your father.  It would be inappropriate to have him stay elsewhere, assuming that he comes at all.  If he does come, and he may to see how you are, then we will have him housed in another wing of Sanctuary.  He' is family now and I cannot exclude him from the umbrella of our protection"
"Alright," I said with some frustration and disgust.  "Make sure you give me advanced warning if he is coming." Tarsus smiled at me and said, "I promise.  Now, my beautiful mate, I want to hear how you managed to get this amazing garden created.  Tell me while we explore it together."
End Log.

Lt. Commander D'Sefet Communications Officer

I have made it to the bridge unseen and unchallenged. Normally, I would credit this to my superior feline skills but, with so little of the crew on board, there was just nobody in the Jefferies Tubes or passage ways.  As the doors to the bridge just begin to open, I can tell before looking, that it is deserted except for a single creature.  By the scent I can tell the entity is human, male, and, although it has been a long time since we last stood on a starship's bridge together his name is Kirk.  With disrupter in paw, I step through the opening onto the bridge.
Kirk, his tail to me, is standing forward of the helmsman's station, studying the image on the main view screen.  I can see the image is of the Romulan home world, and we are in orbit!  Hearing the doors close, and after what seems forever, he turns to face me.  "Sef," he begins as he recognizes me after so many years.  "I heard you were assigned to this ship."  He takes a step forward, stretching out his hand in the typical friendly human greeting. He's lucky I have been around humans for so long.  Many races would interpret what he is doing as an attack! Seeing the disrupter in my paw, he stops.
"What's the meaning of this," he questions, slowly lowering his hand. I have rehearsed the words over and over on my way up from the Battle Bay.  Words that by duty must be spoken, spoken by me.  "Admirrral Kirrrk, I have rrreasonnn to believe that thisss vesssel wasss takennn by perrrson orrr perrrsonsss unknownnn againssst the direct, exssplicit, and lawful orrrdersss of Ssstarfleet Commmand.  I mmmust there forrr demmmand the rrreturnnn of thisss vesssel and thossse who took her to Federrrationnn cussstody!".  'Those were the first words regulations required you to say to me Sef.  Please let me explain the situation," he says as he takes a step toward me.  "Mmmeekly Admirrral," I command.   "I am nnnot commmpletely sssure if a Kzinnnti Disssruptor'sss lowessst sssetting isss ssstunnn.".  "Weren't you briefed," he asks. "I wasss nnnot awanre of and did nnnot attennnded annny brrriefing," I reply.
He moves over to my Communication Station and after a few seconds the image of a human in a Starfleet Admiral's uniform replaces Romulus on the main viewer.  "Reynolds here...," the image on the screen begins.   "What... ?!?"  He stops in mid-sentence as he sees me.  "Lieutenant Commander D'Sefet needs to be briefed," Kirk dryly informs the image.  After a ‘need to know’ briefing from Admiral Reynolds, I am ordered to put away my weapon and corporate with Admiral Kirk ... I warily comply.
"I assume you're part of the Command Crew and qualified to stand watch on the bridge." Kirk questions shortly after the image of Admiral Reynolds disappears from the view screen.  "That isss corrrect sssirrr," I reply. "I'm beaming down to the surface. You have the Conn Commander," Admiral Kirk officially informs me as he turns to leave the bridge.  "Yesss Sirrr," I answer just before the doors close.  Alone on the quiet bridge, I settle into the Captain's Chair.  I do not need my cushion to be comfortable in it.  I could get use to this.  There will be time enough to smooth the Admiral's fur when things get back to normal.  Then I remember my little Kzinti surprise. Contacting him, I order him to secure and shut down... for now.

(This Log Entry appeared in the May 27, 2000,  Volume 5  Issue 5 of Talons the official newsletter of the R.S.E. Shadow Hawk)

Ships Log: Lieutenant Commander D'Sefet recording;

Afterrr Admirrral Kiirrk gave me commannnd of the Ssshadow  Hawk annnd left the Brrridge, it occurrred to me howww easssily I had gained accesss to the Brrridge.  Not knowing jussst how farrr the Tal Ssshiar and/orrr Sssection 31 have infiltrated the Fleet.  I decided to increassse the sssecurrrity level.  I am orrrdenring the ssship to Yellow Alerrrt ssstatusss.  To prrrotect againssst both agennnciesss, I have orrrdered sssecunrity teamsss made up of one arrrmed Federrration and one arrrmed Rrromulan officersss posssted outssside and inssside the entrancesss to the ssships vital operrration arrreas.  In addition I have orrrdenred all on duty officersss to carry phasssersss.

Personal Journal Entry:

Admiral Kirk's hissing has given me much to meditate on, much to discuss with my Guardian...later.
For the present, the safety of the Federation, this vessel, and her crew is most important!  As it is written, "When surrounded by Woofs, try not to smell like meat!"  Contrary to what the Admiral said, I feel as long as there are Federation citizens on this Federation-built ship, the Federation exercises at least some authority over her.  When this affair is over, it will be interesting to see who might stand before a court marshal!  It is possible the scent of the Admiral's Romulan mate has blinded him to the long history of Romulan trickery!
One bright spot, my meeting with the Admiral has resulted in enlightenment in one area.  Stories have long has been told by the Elders of the first contact Caitians had with humans.  While new evidence suggests our brothers, the Kzinti were aware of humans as far back in time as Earth's nineteenth century.  It was well after the founding of the Federation that Cait and human met.  The item that generated the most interest and much controversy on that historic occasion was not the contact itself, but the companion or what the humans call a ‘pet’ of the captain. This small creature, no larger than a baby kit, almost made the Caitian and human races enemies!
In those times, transporters were not yet perfected and in widespread use.  To get to a planet's surface, the forerunner of today's Away Teams would use an old style shuttle craft.  On this occasion, the vessel had one extra, unexpected passenger. the ship's CAT!  The vessel landed.  A crowd gathered and Elders came to greet the visitors.  As the shuttle craft's door opened, before the Captain knew or could stop her, Morganna, strolled out!  She was apparently not alarmed as she came nose to nose with creatures many times her size yet with strangely familiar faces. (A statue of this diminutive, midnight black, long furred, fearless, explorer, not the Captain, now marks the spot of first contact.)
Taken by surprise and horrified his cat might be injured or eaten, the Captain yelled her name, sprinted to where she stood, and roughly took her up in his arms.  As he scolded her, the crowd began to react... badly.  Mothers, seeing this hairless monkey-like alien grab a creature that was the size of and looked something like their child, hissed, barred their fangs, and grabbed for their kits.  Their mates barred their fangs, and, although unarmed, began advancing on the armed group of humanoids that had emerged from the vessel.
This glorious day might have ended in a massacre for one side or the other except for one thing, something that, at the time, the humans were just beginning to acknowledge... E.S.P.   Not their meager (at best) gift, but their cat's.  As the first Elder neared the Captain and Morganna, he heard her say "STOP! I am safe!"   Through her eyes, the human's actions were somewhat explained, although she admitted the humans do many things she did not understand.  With her insight on human behavior, much more detailed than humans suspect, even today, and guidance, the initial and following meetings went well.  (It was she who insisted that all human ambassadors to Ferasa be accompanied by a cat.)
When asked why she would do things she knew would make the human angry she said, "I like to see the human change color!"  She went on to say how there were even contests to see which pet could make it's human change the most colors.  Although I have to admit, to see the fur-less skin of a human change from white/pink to blood red, and finally purple, is fascinating...even after all the years I have been working with them. I never made the connection with that and the story of first contact, not until today.
Concerning the contests, considering the Admiral's colors, I probably would have won! Now I am off to a meeting with the Kirk and the Romulans.

Kirk:

I have reservations about leaving D'Sefet in command of the Shadow Hawk.  The fact that he tried to take control of the Hawk is unsettling.  It shows his lack of command experience.  He should have never acted on the situation without full knowledge of what was happening.  In addition, it shows a complete lack of loyalty to the CO.  Common sense dictates that an assassination attempt on Telair, would dictate some unusual action on the part of the Command staff of the Hawk, but he only sees rules and regulations.  Any freshman at Starfleet Academy, is aware of the fact that unusual circumstances warrant unusual actions.
It has been fully explained to him by the CinC that the Shadow Hawk is now a Romulan ship with both Romulan and Federation crew.  The Romulans are our allies. He can't seem to grasp this.  True...they have been fierce enemies in the past, and we should always remain alert...but it is amazing that he can't see the bond that has developed between the Romulans and the Federation crew on the Hawk.  Perhaps this is due to his recent assignment to the Hawk.  Ninety years on the Bozeman in a time loop does not realistically replace the experience of a Starfleet officer in active duty who deals with similar situations on a daily basis.  In addition, he has not had enough personal interaction with Romulans, as he stays to himself much to much.  The Hawk was the test ship for the Federalion/Romulan Alliance.  There are now over a dozen ships with Romulan Federation crew.   Some are Federation ships and some are Romulan ships.
When the present situation has be resolved...we will be returning to Earth to pick up the rest of the Federation crew.   Xzuana's actions in leaving Earth without Federation crew were, without a doubt, correct.  We did not know whether Section 31 agents had infiltrated the Hawk's crew and couldn't take any chances.
We shall see what transpires.  In the meantime...a trip to the Valley of the Temples.  Telair came out of the coma two weeks ago.  She has been undergoing a strict regimen of physical therapy since that time.  I need to convince her to take the time for a complete recovery.  I can see that she is chaffing at the bit to be back on the Hawk.  It's too soon...she is stubborn...not unlike myself..

Valley of the Elements: Kirk;

Transporting to the Temple of the Element of Water, I am informed that Telair has completed her physical therapy in the Water garden and returned to our assigned apartments in the Temple Complex.  It's a warm, sunny day with a gentle breeze blowing.  The Temple Complex is landscaped with water falls, ponds and flowering plants everywhere.  It is serene, and peaceful, with the tranquil sound of water creating a relaxing atmosphere.
As I enter our apartment, I am greeted by the her attending physician.  Telair is in the sunroom, with an apprentice physician who is giving her a massage.  The scent of her perfume permeates the air.  I enter the sunroom and see Telair face down on the massage table with a towel over her.  A tall, good looking Romulan is oiling her body with the precious orchid scent that she uses for perfume.  The sunlight reflecting off of her body makes her glow.  She appears to be asleep.  The apprentice looks up, seeing me.  I motion to him, telling him to keep silent, and he exits the room.  I take his place.

Personal Log: Fleet Admiral Sarine;

My understanding is that it has been about two months since I was brought to the Valley of the Elements.  I don't remember much of what has transpired during this time.  I vaguely recall both Jim and Tarsus touching my mind. It would seem that I returned to this realm approximately two weeks ago.  Physical therapy started immediately, and I have been put through a strict regimen of such since regaining consciousness.
The Valley of the Elements is quite beautiful . Each Temple Complex is dedicated to a specific Element, and as my family house is the Great House of Water I was brought here to recover.  In addition...the Element of Water is dedicated to the training of healers/physicians.  The gardens and grounds are really exquisite with water and flowers everywhere.  In addition there are mineral and hot springs within Elemental Complex.
After my physical therapy was completed today, I went to the hot springs to soak the soreness out of muscles that have had very little use in the past two months.  The muscles made me painfully aware that I was well on the way to recovery, but not there yet.  Emerging from the hot springs, I wrapped myself in a sheet and immediately changed into my robes...no uniforms here...it feels very strange.  My attending physician had arranged to meet me at our apartments where she would supervise a training healer in giving me a massage.  Massage and hands on healing techniques are highly thought of by Romulan Physicians.
Wrapped in a towel...! entered the sunroom.  Early afternoon sun was streaming through the windows and a gentle breeze was wafting through the double doors to the sun room.  The healer was tall, about 6'4" and very handsome.  I had see him in passing numerous times during the past two weeks.  I could feel his eyes following me each time we passed.  He was always polite and formally correct...but there was something about him that bothered me.
Putting everything out of my mind...I lay on the massage table and relaxed.  The warmth of the day...the breeze and the atmosphere in the sunroom were tranquil and welcoming.  I had to concentrate to prevent myself from drifting off to sleep.
I had almost succumbed to the temptation to fall asleep, when I felt a change in the hands that were massaging me.  These hands were strong, but gentle and their familiar touch sent fire through my body.   "Jim..."

Some lime later:

Jim had left for a meeting, and I sensed that something was very wrong.  Tarsus must have been instructing Jim on how to shield areas of the mind from detection.  I could feel apprehension...it had to do with Tarsus and Sanctuary...but I could not get a clear picture.  I would talk to Tarsus later.  Putting my cup of herbal tea down, I entered our bedroom. My communicator lay on the night stand by the bed.  I picked it up.
"Fleet Admiral Sarine to the Shadow Hawk." I heard a shocked reply...it was not Lt. Cmdr. D'Sefet. "Admiral...it is so good to hear from you.."  "Who is this...and where is Lt. Cmdr D'Sefet," I queried.  "Ensign Ridgeway here Admiral," said the very flustered communication officer. "I'm sorry...this is my first...oh...Cmdr. D'Sefet is at a meeting at Sanctuary," she continued.
"It's all right Ensign," I said patiently.  Home in on these coordinates and transport me to my quarters immediately." I could feel the transporter locking on to me, as I twinkled out and left the Valley of the Elements.

SANCTUARY: Kirk, Tarsus, Kellian, T'Rau, D'Sefet, Reynolds, and Soland.

Kirk acknowledged Kellian's curt greeting with a nod of the head.  "Minister Kellian."  Tarsus offered the Minister refreshment and motioned for him to be seated.  "I am here only because the Imperial Praetor has ordered me to cooperate in this mission... You do understand this, Tarsus? I have other pressing duties...lets get this over with," Kellian snarled looking directly at Kirk.
"We are awaiting the arrival of one additional person," said Tarsus.  D'Sefet glanced at Kirk with a questioning look. This man hated Kirk, and it was very obviously.  "I suggest that you relax, Minister," Tarsus spoke with icy calm, "and drop the arrogant attitude.  Remember... this mission has been sanctioned by both the Empress and the Imperial Praetor.
Minister Kellian relaxed a bit, looking around. He had never been in Sanctuary before...and he knew that he would never be there again.  This was obviously a bastion of the Sarine family, heavily guarded and under their personal supervision.  It was lavishly but tastefully furnished.  The power of the Fleet Admiral's family was considerable.  He would remember that.
There was a water garden outside the double doors to Tarsus's office.  A garden which was rumored to have been created by Tarsus' new consort.
Kellian had met the Fleet Admiral several times, and she had made it known to him that she was not afraid of him....he respected her for the courage she displayed standing up to the Tal Shiar Minister.  Most Romulans wouldn't dare such an action.  As a matter of fact, he found her intriguing.  If not for her present choice of consort...and under other circumstances...he would consider actively pursuing her himself.  Oh well...if the opportunity arises...I can personally see to Kirk's demise.  This thought put him into a more congenial mood.
At that precise moment...his thoughts were interrupted as the doors to Tarsus' office opened to reveal two Sarine family guards at attention.  Kellian made a gallant effort to hide his surprise...but the arched eyebrow gave him away.  Kirk and D'Sefet snapped to attention, as the CinC, Fleet Admiral Reynolds and his Aide de Camp Commander Soland entered Tarsus' office.
Reynolds immediately moved to Kirk and shook his hand. "Good to see you Jim," he said as he turned towards D'Sefet.  "I trust Lt. Commander...that you have been thoroughly briefed," he said raising an eyebrow to D'Sefet. Kirk introduced the CinC to the others present.
"Please have a seat Admiral," Tarsus spoke. "And now, gentlemen...lets get down to business."
There was unexpected noise outside the door to Tarsus' office. Both Kirk and Tarsus looked towards the opening door at the same time.   In full Romulan uniform, looking quite formidable stood Fleet Admiral Sarine. To Kirk's astonishment, D'Sefet stood to attention and honored his Captain with the ancient Kzinti/Caitian salute of symbolically raking the claws of his right paw across his face.  She acknowledged those in the room with a nod of her head.  "Gentlemen...and Sr. Cent. T'Rau."  The Fleet Admiral strode into the room confidently, ignoring the looks of surprise on both Tarsus' and Kirk's face.
Kellian, having being informed on the progress of Telair's recovery through under cover Tal Shiar agents in the Valley thought to himself... "I can see what Kirk sees in her.  She is Magnificent."

(This Log Entry appeared in the June 28, 2000,  Volume 5  Issue 6 of Talons the official newsletter of the R.S.E. Shadow Hawk)

THE PLOT THICKENS

The assembled group sat around a huge conference table in Tarsus's office.  Each officer was reviewing the collective information brought by Admiral Reynolds and Minister Kellian of the Tal Shiar.
Sarine shook her head ... "It would seem that Section 31 first appeared after the Enterprise's contact with the alien probe V'Ger. At that time it was known as the Office of Unknown Alien Activities/Non-human.  Section 31's origins and purpose were noble, as it was formed to protect the Federation against outside and unusual alien threats such as V'Ger."
After the joining and disappearance of Ilia and Commander Decker, (which some attribute to the origins of the Borg.) Section 31 was steadfast in monitoring and investigating other possible threats to the Federation such as the alien probe of Stardate 8390.  It was here that the first signs of paranoia seem to appear.  The alien probe was perceived to be an effort to re-seed the planet for alien (whale) colonization.   In addition, the hijacking of the Enterprise A on Stardate 8454.1, by Spock's half brother Sybok in his search for Vulcan's Garden of Eden, Sha Ka Ree, added to the paranoia.  An interesting speculation at the time was that this may have been the Federation's first contact with the Q Continuum.
Until this point, Section 31 had been part of Starfleet Security.  However, soon after, it deviated in its purpose and went underground, eventually evolving into a militant, somewhat racist fringe group, safe guarding human/humanoid's existence and future, and answerable to no one.
It would also appear that Section 31 was involved in the research and development of the weapon to disable the Borg on Star Base 7.  Thus, a logical conclusion would be that Section 31 has operatives in all the vital areas of the Federation and Starfleet.  How far and to what extent their infiltration has gone . .. no one knows for sure.
"The assassination of Chancellor Gorkon may possibly be laid at Section 31 's feet," observed Kirk.  He knew too well how close the Federation had come to war with the Klingons over that incident.
The genocide perpetrated on the Founders can be directly laid at their door, though without their interference ... the Federation might have lost the war.  One can't but think that there must have been another way.  This was however... the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak.  The genocide of any people is unconscionable, though one might also say that the development of the weapon to disable the Borg is also genocide.  In these circumstances ... who is the person making the decisions for genocide and under what parameters and rules are these decisions made?  Dislike for a race ... is this enough reason?  Inability to negotiate peaceful agreements ... "Resistance is futile." Answerable to ‘no one’.
Sloan's interference in Romulan politics, could have caused the Alliance between the Romulans and Federation to be broken ... thus also changing the outcome of the war.  Luckily ... it didn't.  Next... the attempted assassination of Fleet Admiral Sarine could have caused the same.  The Romulans are warriors..., are they considered an undesirable race by Section 31?  If so . who else in on the list of undesirables?
Has the evolution of Section 31 become so perverted that they feel the need for racial cleansing?
Minister Kellian stood.  He was uneasy about sharing Tal Shiar intelligence with outsiders ... but had been ‘ordered’ by the Imperial Praetor to cooperate.  He would do so, keeping his eyes open for anything that might prove useful to the Tal Shiar in the future.  He also knew that Sarine had no love for either him or the Tal Shiar, and if he was caught double-dealing, she wouldn't think twice about flushing him out the airlock on the Hawk. He found the potential danger titillating.  He liked dangerous games.  Thinking of the possible future and with a smile on his face, he issued a Romulan PADD to each of the officers.
The Tal Shiar has a covert agent in Section 31.  He had to laugh ... the Federation knew Admiral Bennet was connected with Section 31, but couldn't find its underground operations.  On the other hand ... the Tal Shiar had intelligence on their Secret Base.
Kellian began ... "The leader of Section 31 is ..." " Karim Watanabee Brown," Admiral Reynolds finished the sentence.  Kellian's left eyebrow went up in surprise.  "It would appear that the Federation might have a spy in the Tal Shiar," thought Kellian.  This will bear further investigation.  Brown had been very active in the ‘Earth for Humans Only’ group and had been recruited to Section 31 from there.  He had risen to become head of Section 31 about 10 years ago.  His own racial mixture was a sore point with him, and he had transferred his own bigotry and prejudices to Section 31.
Sarine rose. "It would be futile to try to ferret out Section 31's operatives.  But... we may have another option.  If we cut off the head of the organization ... the roots will die."
"And how do you propose to do that," Kellian smirked.
"Time travel," said Sarine confidently.  Kirk threw his head back and laughed, nervously.               
Personal Log: Lieutenant Commander D'Sefet;

With a long, low growl, the Caitian version of clearing one's throat, (very effective in getting attention
of creatures that may unconsciously consider themselves as potential food) I begin. "If it hasss been decccided the bessst way to pppounce on Sssection 31 isss attack it when it wasss ssstill kit by journeying back in time, thennn our hunt isss difficult onnne.  In operationnn sssuch asss thisss, the mossst important concccern isss to minimizzze potential to mmmaul timmme line.  To thisss end, I recommmend leaving Battle Bay in orbit and taking only Defiant Classs, Ssshadow Hawk back in time."
In additionnn, only ssskeleton crew ssshould be used.  Of courssse, Admiral Kirk ssshould commme along, and becaussse Ammmbasssador Ssspock hasss experienccce in sssling-ssshotting effect calculationsss, he ssshould alssso accompany usss." Continuing, "The crew needsss be carefully ssselected and mmmade to fffully grasssp potential consssequencesss of ssslightessst alterationnn of hissstory, whether it Federation or Romulan.  I am not expppert in Temppporal Mechanicsss, but I would not like experienccce the ssship dematerializzze from under me orrr returnnn to Founderrr onr worssse Borrrg contrrrolled galaxy.  With yourrr permisssion and mmmy Ppprotectonr's helppp,  I will beginnn commmpiling lissst of esssential persssonnel and, rrreadying ssship forrr mmmisssion."

(This Log Entry appeared in the July 24, 2000,  Volume 5  Issue 7 of Talons the official newsletter of the R.S.E. Shadow Hawk)

Personal Log, Fleet Admiral Sarine recording:

“TIME TRAVEL,” Minister Kellien blustered. . .  “Oh come now. . . Minister.  We all know that the Tal Shair’s Temporal Assessment Group has. . .  Shall we say. . .  Dabbled in time travel.  I’m not proposing the use of quantum-singularity technology.  We know that method can cause temporal disruptions.”
“How did you know about. . .”Kellien cut off his sentence, realizing that he was giving himself away.  Silently he wondered how Admiral Sarine had acquired this information.  “All right Admiral. . .  Just what do you have in mind?”
At present. . .  Ambassador Spock is on his way to Romulus.  We have in our presence a man who has participated in time travel several times.  In addition, with the return of Spock, we also have a man who has done the calculations for slingshot time travel.  I am proposing that we use the slingshot effect to take us back in time to a point in Federation history before the Office of Unknown Alien Activities/Non-Human became Section 31.  This will allow us to influence the path it takes and hopefully prevent it from becoming the underground organization it is today.
“The Praetor. . .” began Kellien.  Sarine looked Kellien straight in the eye.  I have a meeting with the Praetor this afternoon at 15:30.  If you wish to attend. . .  You may join me.  In the meantime. . .  I suggest that we tidy up any unfinished business we may have at home and meet this evening at 22:00 on board the Shadow Hawk.  Sarine glanced at Sefet and smiled. . .  I fear that if I am not officially discharged medically. . .  My new, by the book, First Officer will challenge my right to command.  Upon hearing his name, Sef, who had been closely following the conversation, pricked up his ears and nodded.
“Admiral Reynold’s . . .  Is it necesssary for the Department of Temporal Investigations to clear our mission?  If so. . .  How do we know that there is not an Agent of Section 31 within the DTI?”
“Although it is a clear violation of the Temporal Prime Directive, I have the Federation President’s authority to proceed as I see fit in this area.  I intend to go along as an observer/advisor on this mission,” replied Admiral Reynolds.  “As for notification. . .  I don’t think it will be necessary.  I will wait for further details of what you have in mind until the meeting at 22:00.
Sarine nodded her approval.  “Lieutenant Commander D’Sefet, please return to the ship and select a skeleton crew to man the Hawk on this mission.  The fewer that know about it the better.  Senior Centurion T’Rau you will return to the Hawk and serve as my personal body guard.  Until later. . .  Ladies and gentlemen. . .”  They all departed with the exception of Kirk and Sarine.
“My god. . .  Do you have any idea as to what you are doing,” Kirk said somewhat agitated.  “Yes, my love. . .  I do.  I must obtain my official medical release from the Valley.  I will meet you at the Estate after my meeting with the Praetor, and then fill you in on my plan.”  Sarine kissed Kirk gently then tapped het communicator.  “Sarine to the Shadow Hawk. . .  Home in on my coordinates and transport me to my quarters in the Valley of the Elements.  Sarine out. . .”  As Telair dematerialized and twinkled out, Kirk realized, not for the first, that Telair was his match in every way.  He smiled to himself and proceeded to the Estate.

Supplemental 1:

Kellian arrived on time to meet with the Fleet Admiral and the Praetor.  The Praetor was agreeable to the mission, ignoring the Minister’s grumbling and blustering.  Then Sarine dropped the bombshell.  “I see no reason for Minister Kellien to be aboard the Shadow Hawk during this mission. . .  After all we already have at least one Tal Shiar operative aboard the Hawk, he can keep the Minister advised.  The only problem I can foresee is that we will need to confirm his identity to be sure he is included in the skeleton crew.”
Kellien strode around the Praetor’s Office waving his arms and shouting.  It didn’t do any good.  The Praetor agreed with Sarine.  When it came to the confirmation of said agent, Telair was right on the nose.  He would not underestimate her again.  She was a formidable foe, one of which he would prefer to have on his side, closely on his side he thought, smiling inwardly.
The meeting ended and Sarine transported to the Estate to take leave of her Grandfather, Tarsus and Xzuana.  Xzuana expressed her wishes to accompany Telair on this mission but, circumstances prevented her from leaving Romulas.  She was still in danger from Starfleet as a result of the Hawk’s abrupt departure from Terra, but if Telair had her way, this situation would change drastically upon completion of this mission.
Grandfather had been briefed on the upcoming mission.  He wrapped his arms around Telair and spoke to Kirk.   “Bring her back to me safely, Admiral,” he said kissing her on the forehead.  “I’ll do my best.”, Jim replied.

Supplemental 2:
Telair’s ready room:

Spock had arrived with K’San and both were aboard the Hawk, K’San reorienting herself after her leave.  Spock, Telair, Admiral Reynolds and Kirk were gathered around the conference table when Lieutenant Commander D’Sefet entered, handing Telair a list of those crew members who would man the Hawk for this mission.  “D’Sefet, please join us,” Telair said as she glanced at the list.  “Excellent, I see you have included our rogue Tal Shiar agent.”, she smiled.
Kirk was pacing around the room, still uneasy about another violation of the Temporal Prime Directive.  After all, he had the record for such violations, Seventeen.  In addition he was uneasy about Telair going down the same road.
“Telair. . .   You said you have a plan in mind,” Kirk said.  “Yes, I suggest we go back in time and contact someone we can, without a doubt, trust and try to convince him or them to influence the direction the Office of Unknown Alien Activities.  Thus preventing it from becoming the Section 31 of today.  This person or persons must have enough influence is Starfleet to guide the organization away from going underground and not answering to anyone.  If Section 31 is answerable to Starfleet, it will prevent them from taking un-warranted actions based on racial prejudices.  It could then operate similar to an old Earth organization called the C.I.A., handling those ‘dirty’ missions with which Starfleet does not wish to soil its hands or reputation but still be accountable and controllable.  One major issue that must not be changed is the out come of the Dominion War.  We must be extremely careful in that area.  At the same time we must not compromise the honor of either the Federation or the Empire.”  “Just who do you have in mind to contact in the past that had the needed influence to accomplish this feat,” Admiral Reynolds questions.  Sarine glances at Spock.  The only logical person would be Captain James T. Kirk,“ he answers.  “How do you and Ambassador Spock feel about confronting your ‘younger’ selves,”Sarine questions Kirk and Spock.  “It just might work. . .  Yes. . .  It might just work, if I can just convince myself that it isn’t a Romulan plot,” Kirk commented.  As Kirk was mulling things over in his mind, Sarine reached out to his mind and read his thoughts.  “Jim. . .  When I  met you at Grandfather’s Estate, you mentioned that you had a feeling we had met before our encounter on the Hawk.  Perhaps this is why, we had already met in another dimension and lived through a similar situation.  We may be destined to relive this in our own time reality.”, she theorized.
Sarine paused, “Ambassador Spock, do you have a suggestion as to when in the past would be the best time to contact the Enterprise and both of you?”  Sarine could see Spock’s mind calculating.  “Hmm. . .  Considering the missions of the Enterprise, logic would point to 2287,” Spock began.  As Kirk nods, Spock continues, “The Enterprise A had just returned from the ‘God Planet’, the Klingons had departed for their home world and we were in the process of ferrying the three Ambassadors back to Nimbus 3.  After we return the Ambassadors it would be a ideal time, as the Enterprise had been sent on the rescue mission with only a third of her crew.  This would minimize the possibilities of accidental changes in the time line.”  Spock paused, “If you will excuse me, I will go to the Bridge and begin my calculations.  There may be some slight difficulty in exactly calculating our course as Romulas has two suns and this must be taken into consideration.
“Sefet, the crew must be informed as to our mission.  This will also minimize any possible mistakes that could occur changing our present history.  I leave it up to you to brief the crew and make sure the Hawk is ready to undertake this mission.  Then report to the Bridge and assist Ambassador Spock with his calculations.  I have some business to attend to in my quarters but I will be on the Bridge within one hour.  Once Spock has finished his calculations, I wish to depart immediately.” Sarine orders.  “Asss yooou commmand Admirrral,” Sefet answers with a swish of his tail and a gleam in his eye that tells Sarine he is determined and ready!

Supplemental 3:

Our traverse around Romulas B, the smallest of the two white dwarf stars the rule over the Home-worlds of the Romulan Empire, was rough but there was no damage to the Hawk.
Sarine: “K’San. Cloak and plot a course for Nimbus 3. . .  Best possible speed.  We do not need to encounter any other Federation ships on THIS mission!
Arriving at Nimbus 3, the Hawk scanned the planet.  The Enterprise’s shuttle was just returning from the surface after dropping off the Ambassadors.  The Enterprise could just be seen coming around the edge of the planet’s terminator from the side shrouded by night.  As ‘She’ came into view, Kirk commented, “It’s good to see her again.”  Sarine ordered, “K’San prepare to decloak, Sefet, raise shields and contact the Enterprise on an old style Starfleet Priority One channel.”  With that Sarine arose from the Captain’s Chair saying, “Admiral, I think a familiar face might ease the shock.”  Kirk sat down.

Personal Log: Lieutenant Commander D’Sefet recording:

When the meeting broke up, I hurried to the Shadow Hawk.  I have two tasks.  First, I must familiarize myself with the procedures needed to separate the ship.  Although all the vessels I have served on were capable of this feat, I can not remember ever witnessing it except in computer simulation.  Second, due to the short time that has elapsed since I assumed the First Officer’s duties, I have not had time to properly familiarize myself with Ship’s Company.
On board, I retire to my quarters to review the data on vessel separation and quickly hunt the Personnel Files.  After a couple of hours, I have a good idea on how to correctly (and safely) separate the Federation Shadow Hawk from the Romulan Battle Bay, and I have an idea of the key vessel systems that will be needed and who will be the best at filling those positions.
As long as Admiral Sarine’s recent illness poses no problem to MY SHIP, I have no objections in letting her continue under the allusion that she is in command.  I can double as both First and Tactical Officer.  Ambassador Spock, with his experience with time travel, can assume the role of Science Officer.  K’San is the most seasoned officer at Con/Opps.  Considering the recent problems, I think a Romulan and a Federation Security Officer team would serve the best.  Rounding out the essential personnel is the Chief Engineer and his assistant.  Figuring in the needed relief crew, I draw up a list of Sixteen people in addition to the group of ‘Official Observers’ headed by Admiral Kirk.  I finish in time to have a snack and grab a nap before meeting time.

Supplemental 1:

All is in readiness.  As I sit at my Tactical Station, I mentally check off all the things that needed to be done.
One: I have seen that all personnel that will not be going with us have been transferred to the Battle Bay.
Two: I have assigned personnel to command and maintain the Battle Bay in its orbit around Romulas.
Three: I have briefed the crew that is going with us as to the mission and tried to emphasize the dangers of the undertaking.
“We arrre rready fffor sssparation,” I inform Sarine as I receive the last report from Ship Operations.  “Please continue,” Sarine commands.  I expected this, I do not think she has had any more experience with this than me!  “By the BOOK,” I command.  “Ssseal the vessselsss. . .  Rrretract the Ssshroud!”  The low metallic growling indicates that the Shroud that normally binds and blends the Defiant Class Shadow Hawk to the Battle Bay is slipping into the Battle Bay’s hull.  “Shroud Stowed,” K’San soon reports.  With one last check of vessel and crew status, I order, “Rrrelease the Docking Clampsss!”  More low metallic growling.  I am not sure but, looking at the histories of other Federation vessels, this is probably the first time the Shadow Hawk has been put through this since her Space Trials.  With the release of the clamps, K’San uses the thrusters to gently pull off the Battle Bay’s hull.  All Ship’s Company breaths a collective sigh of relief as the distance between us and the Battle Bay begins and continues to increase.  Once we attain a safe distance I order, “Ssset courssse fffor Rrromulasss B.  Ssshe isss yourrr ssship Ambasssadorrr Ssspock.”

(This Log Entry appeared in the August 26, 2000,  Volume 5  Issue 8 of Talons the official newsletter of the R.S.E. Shadow Hawk)

Personal Log, Lieutenant Commander D’Sefet recording:

There was momentary confusion on the Bridge of the Enterprise A as the strange looking little vessel, with familiar markings suddenly appeared dead ahead.  “ALL STOP,” Captain Kirk commands.  “Sir. . .,” Uhura begins, “I’m getting a Starfleet style Priority One message from that ship!  She identifies herself as U.S.S./R.S.E. Shadow Hawk!” “On Main Viewer,” Kirk commands with a nod toward the screen that at the present held the image of the unidentified visitor.
As the new image took shape there was stunned silence. broken only by Spock saying, Fascinating,” and McCoy adding, “What the devil!”  Kirk felt as if he was looking into a mirror.  The image, while looking somewhat older was definitely his!  “We need to talk,” his double states in a VERY familiar tone.  Arrangements are made to beam a party over from the Shadow Hawk.  When the View Screen returned to displaying the image of the vessel, Captain Kirk turned to Mr. Spock. . .  “Before they arrive, I want to know everything possible about that ship!”
On the way to the Transporter Room, Mr Spock briefs Captain Kirk and Doctor McCoy, “While the vessel’s marking are definitely similar to Starfleet, there is no record of a vessel ever being commissioned Shadow Hawk.”  “I wonder what the R.S.E. part stands for,” Doctor McCoy casually questions.  “I cannot be certain doctor, but the initials R.S.E. could possibly stand for Romulan Star Empire.  The bird of prey emblazoned on her underside would seem to bare this out,” is Spock’s chilling yet mater-a-fact reply.  He continues, “She has her Shields up.  They appear to be a Federation type, but they are more powerful than any currently known and our sensors have been unable to penetrate them.”
Upon reaching the Transporter Room, Captain Kirk dismisses the Transporter Chief.  As she exits, he orders the computer to lock the door.  With Mr. Spock at the controls, five from the Shadow Hawk beam over.  Young Kirk recognizes the leader as the older him he spoke to.  To one side, stands a male Caitian in a uniform with Starfleet like insignias including a Delta Shield device over the left breast.  Behind Kirk stands an older version of Spock, dressed in long, ornate Vulcan robes.  Next to Spock stands a clearly female Romulan Officer.  But it is the person standing beside the older Kirk that draws the most attention, another female Romulan Officer.
As old Kirk takes her by the hand and steps from the Transporter Pad, young Spock raises an eyebrow.  The rest of the party follows.  In a sign of Vulcan respect, young Spock steps from behind the controls and greets his older self with the traditional hand salute and “Live Long and Prosper.”  His older, more mellow double raises his hand in salute and replies, “Thank you, I have,” adding, “peace and long life.”  Seizing on the irony, young Spock replies, “I intend to.”
McCoy noticed the Caitian stumble slightly as he stepped down from the Transporter Pad.  “Are you feeling all right Sir,” he quietly asks.  “Yesss Doctorrr Maw Coy. . .  I forrrgot how disssorienting thossse old ssstyle Transssportersss arrre,” the Felinoid explains.  Tell me about it,” Doctor McCoy replies with a sigh in his voice.
Young Kirk puts an end to all this.  Squaring his shoulders and setting his jaw he looks his older self strait in the face and asks, “All right. . .  What’s this all about!”  Older Kirk begins, “Isn’t there a better place to hold a briefing. . .  The Forward Observation Lounge perhaps?”  The younger Kirk considers the proposal for a second or two and reluctantly replies, “Right!”  Before the group leaves the Transporter Room, the Caitian interrupts, “We arrre in commmercial ssshippping lanesss Commmander,” he begins as he addresses the Romulan female.  “The ssship ssshould rrrecloak to ppprevent accidental obssservation.”  “Yes. . .  See to it,” the Romulan replies in prefect Federation Standard.  “With yourrr pppermisssion. . .,” the Caitian says to young Kirk.  “Of course. . .,” young Kirk replies, motioning toward the Communications Controls on the Transporter Console.  Instead of moving, the Caitian taps the Delta Shield on his chest and says, “D’Sssefet too Ssshadow Hawk. . .,” Young Kirk is amazed to hear a reply.  “Shadow Hawk here. . .,”  “Rrreengage cloak. . .  Ssstay alerrrt K’Sssan.  I nnnot want Capt. . .  Commander Sssulu rrrunning intooo yooou,” D’Sefet orders.  “Cloaking now,” the voice replies.
A second later Sulu is calling, frantic that he has just seen a supposedly Federation vessel disappear, Captain Kirk calms Sulu down and the group leaves the Transporter Room for the Forward Observation Lounge.  Fortunately, because the Enterprise was undermanned when it left Earth orbit, its corridors are almost completely deserted.  On the way the younger version of Kirk and Spock as well as McCoy have a chance to observe the newcomer.  Young Kirk watches with interest and a little envy as his older self walks hand in hand with the attractive Romulan Commander.  She kind of reminds him of the one that commanded the vessel he stole the Cloaking Device from.  His old self seems to be rejuvenated and stimulated by her touch.  Young Kirk wonders if he could ever respond like that to the touch of an alien hand.
It is then he notices a familiar looking ring on the Romulan’s hand.  A ring much like the one he is wearing on his own hand, his Starfleet Academy Class ring.  Young and old Spock walk side by side.  Young Spock tries to reach out and touch the mind of his older self but finds himself blocked.  As McCoy walks along, the Caitian’s words keep repeating in his mind until he realizes that the felinoid knew his name without being introduced.  McCoy searches his mind for the faces of all the Caitians he has ever known, eventually coming to the sad conclusion that they DO all look alike.
After the group enters the empty Forward Observation Lounge, Old Kirk, both Spocks and the Romulan Commander sit at one of the tables.  The other Romulan stands, like a guard, behind her commanding officer.  The Caitians stands close by.
“NOW. . ..” Young Kirk begins.  “First thing I want to know is what are you,” he asks, motioning to the visitors.  “Are you Romulan. . .  Federation?  YOU,” he points to the Caitian, “Name, Rank, Serial Number!”  The felinoid, unflustered by young Kirk’s ranting, calmly answers, “D’Sssefet, Lieutennnant Commmanderrr, Ssstarfleet, PRrr336-4773MURrr.”  “What is a Federation officer doing serving with Romulans,” Kirk fires back.  Trying not to reveal to much, the Caitian replies, “Therrre isss allianccce.”  “Alliance with the Romulans!  Next you will tell me we have made peace with the Klingons,” Young Kirk comments!
Old Spock and Kirk exchange glances, knowing of the adventure on Rura Penthe and Camp Khitomer to come.  Old Kirk longs to warn his younger self about Valaris and General Chang.  Not giving up, Young Kirk continues, “What is your mission here?”  “I ammm underrr orrrderrrs not to discusss misssion with anyone otherrr than ssspecific officersss,” D’Sefet replies.  “Orders!  Who’s orders,” Young Kirk questions.  “Yourrr’s  sirrr,” the felinoid answers.  “M. . .  Mine,” Young Kirk ssays, a little taken back, but. . .  Then recovering, “I countermand those orders!”  “With rrrespect sssir, yooou cannnot,” the Caitian informs him.  “Why not?!?” Young Kirk asks.  “Because he out rrranks yooou sssir, “ the Felinoid answers.  “WHO DOES,” Young Kirk yells with exasperation.  “Yoou Dooo,” the Caitian calmly answers.  Young Kirk turns his head slightly and calls out, “SPOCK!”  “Yes Captain,” is the identical response he receives from both Spocks at exactly the same time.  With a look and gesture toward the ceiling as of to concede defeat, Young Kirk dramatically falls into an empty chair.

Personal Log, Fleet Admiral T’Sarine recording:

Jim. . .  Always the gentleman, takes my arm as we step down from the Transporter Pad.  The shocked look on Captain Kirk’s face and the raising of Captain Spock’s left eyebrow, though both involuntary, were signals of that yet to come.  As we proceeded to the Forward Observation Lounge, I touched Jim’s mind reiterating the difficulty of the task ahead of us.  Reaching the Lounge,  Jim, Spock and myself were seated at the Conference Table with Sefet and Serena standing behind.  Captain Spock and Doctor McCoy were seated directly across from us.
The Captain poured out questions and aggressively questioned Sefet.  This lead to major confusion as Captain Kirk, Admiral Kirk, Captain Spock and Ambassador Spock began to answer simultaneously.  I looked at my Jim, letting him know that I found this situation amusing at the least.  I then spoke, “Gentlemen. . .  May I suggest that introductions are in order.  Although we know you. . .  You do not formally know us.  May I introduce Admiral Kirk and Ambassador Spock, as well as Senior Centurion T’Rau. . .  My body guard and Lieutenant Commander D’Sefet, First Officer of the U.S.S./R.S.E. Shadow Hawk.
Captain Kirk formally introduced his Spock and Doctor McCoy and turned to me.  “And YOU lady. . .  Are you Romulan or Vulcan,” he said with challenging authority.  Looking straight into his eyes I calmly replied, “I. . .  Captain Kirk. . .  AM both. . .”  At this point my Jim stands saying, “Gentlemen. . .  May I introduce Lady Sarine, Fleet Admiral of the Romulan Star Empire, Lady of the Great House Sarine. . .  AND my wife.”  On the other side of the table. . .  The Captain’s and McCoy’s mouths dropped open, while Spock’s left eyebrow went straight up.
The Captain quickly pulled himself together and shot out another question.  “Romulan Admiral. . .  Wearing a Starfleet ring,” he blustered!  “I assure you Captain. . .  This is not a war trophy. . .”, I say as I remove the ring from my finger and hand it to him, “As you can see from the inscription and the date. . .  The ring does belong to me.”  Captain Kirk looked at the ring saying, “You are from. . .”  “The future. . .”, I finish.  “As such. . .  There are some things we can not tell you without effecting the future time line. . .  But suffice to say, that we are here on a grave mission. . .  Important enough that both the Federation Office of Temporal Investigations and its Romulan counter part have agreed to allow this time travel.   
“And your ship. . .”, Captain Kirk continues, “It had both Federation and Romulan markings.  Some of your crew wear Federation uniforms others wear Romulan.  What classification of ship is the Shadow Hawk?”  “Captain Kirk. . .  I can only tell you so much without risking changes in the future.  What is said in this room must stay in this room.  Do I have your word that neither you or your present crew members will speak of this,” I question.  “I can’t give you my word without knowing more,” Captain Kirk replies.
Ambassador Spock nodded his head, giving his approval.  With a sigh, I began, “trust must begin somewhere. . .  So. . .  I will start.  The Shadow Hawk is the first ship in the Federation/Romulan Alliance.  It had been the prototype for the establishment of Romulan/Federation cooperation, and as such, has a crew of both Romulan and Federation officers.  The Alliance has been successful. . .  There are now many ships with combine crews.  As for myself. . .  I am both Vulcan and Romulan. . .  My father was Vulcan Ambassador to Romulus and my mother was the Imperial Praetor’s daughter.  When my mother passed away. . .  I was brought to the Federation and grew up here where I attended and graduated from Starfleet Academy.  Because of my mixed blood I was sent with a diplomatic party to Romulus to negotiate the Alliance.  A bloody war dictated circumstances that caused me to resign my Starfleet Commission and become Fleet Admiral for the Empire. . .  This was done, however, within the Alliance. . .  I can tell you no more.”  There was stunned silence.
Doctor McCoy broke the silence, “Lady Sarine. . .  May I ask you a question?”  “Certainly Doctor McCoy.”, I answer.  “You mentioned earlier that you know us. . .  How is that possible,” he asks.  I smiled and replied, “Why Doctor McCoy. . .  The missions of the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701 and her legendary crew are or more properly, will be required reading at Starfleet Academy!”  “I shouldn’t have asked,” Doctor McCoy mutters under his breath to himself.
“Captain. . .  May I contact the Shadow Hawk and have them transport some Romulan Ale.  I do believe this is going to take a while,” I smiled.  The Captain nodded his head in agreement and frustration.  “Yes,” said Captain Kirk, “I agree that this is definitely going to take a while!”
As we waited for the Ale to arrive, Captain Kirk orders a variety of food brought from the Officer’s Mess.  Including what he knows to be one that is an acquired taste and a rare, undocumented passion of his.  As the food arrives, he watches as Admiral Kirk immediately proceeds to the item, and with a VERY happy look on his face, dips himself a large helping.  At that moment, Captain Kirk KNEW everything that had been told was the truth!  The Ale arrived and was served.  Admiral Kirk and Ambassador Spock talked quietly to their other selves.
Captain Kirk came over to me with that look I had seen so often from my Jim, “Lady Sarine. . .  I think if we are to become consorts in the future, I should get to know you.”  He smiled. . .  I smiled. . .  And our eyes met for the briefest moment, he knew.  No more was said.
Just as we are about to reseat ourselves around the Conference Table. . .  The door to the room swooshes open and Commander Scott enters, blustering, “Captain. . .  I dinna think I’ve ever seen anything like that ship!  There is nothing similar to it in Starfleet Registry!  It just suddenly upped and disappeared like a Romu. . .”  His sentence stopped short as he looked at myself and Senior Centurion T’Rau.  T’Rau put her hand on her Disruptor.  I reached over and stayed her hand.  “Ahh. . .  The famous Commander Scott. . .  It is a pleasure to meet you,” I said nodding my head in recognition.  Scotty looked over at the Captain, Kirk motioned for him to have a seat.  Giving him a glass of Romulan Ale, Captain Kirk said, “Scotty, I think you had better sit down!”  Introductions are made again and after downing the ale in one gulp, Scotty sat in stunned silence. . .  Very unusual for him.
I turned to Ambassador Spock, “Perhaps after our business is concluded, Commander Scott, Mr. Spock, and the Captain would enjoy a short tour of the Shadow Hawk.”  I had wondered just how Jim had known the way to my quarters when we first met in the future.  NOW. . .  I Knew.  The Ambassador replied, “I an inclined to believe a short tour would not be harmful.”
On that pronouncement. . .  We began.

(The next month, these Log Entries appeared in the September 28, 2000,  Volume 5  Issue 9 of Talons the official newsletter of the R.S.E. Shadow Hawk)

Personal Log, Fleet Admiral Sarine recording:

For a moment we all sit in stunned silence.  The bizarre circumstances of this situation are mind boggling.  Ambassador Spock cleared his throat and turning to me said, “Admiral Sarine, perhaps you should begin with a short summery of the situation.”
“Gentlemen. . .  The Federation and Romulans became allies five years ago.  This became a necessity when a hostile race from the Delta Quadrant decided that they, being superior beings, would conquer the Alpha Quadrant.  They almost won.  To say that the war was long and bloody. . .  Doesn’t begin to cover the actuality of the situation.  Needless to say. . .  This perpetrated some strange alliances, one in fact, being with your former enemy, the Romulans.  During the war, the Romulans and Federation became fast and solid allies.
However. . .  There have been some outside influences that would like to see a split between the Federation and the Empire.  One of which is Section 31.”, I inform.  Captain Kirk, looking puzzled interrupts, “Section 31. . .  Never heard of it.”  I continue, “That. . .  Captain is because it is presently known as The Office of Unknown Alien Activities/Nonhuman.  It was formed as a result of several of your missions, the incident with V’Ger, and the alien probe that was a threat to Terra’s atmosphere being two of which I speak.  The purpose of this organization was to protect the Federation against outside and hostile alien threats.”
“Continue. . .”, Captain Kirk interjects.  “Some time after 2293, the OUAA/N came under the influence of Admiral Richard Wallace, a paranoid individual with a deep hatred for those of other races.  At this point OUAA/N went underground.  At first, Starfleet was given the impression that the agency had been disbanded, when in fact, it had become answerable only to itself.  However, the upper level of Federation Officials knew that should an occasion arise where it would be unseemly to appear that the Federation had anything to do with a rather dirty and unpleasant job. . .  Starfleet and the Federation could count on Section 31 to ‘manage’ the situation while both Starfleet and the Federation Council could adamantly deny any affiliation with Section 31.”, I finish.
“I can’t believe. . .”, Captain Kirk begins.  Admiral Kirk interrupts,  “Believe it. . .  It’s all true. . .  In addition. . .  To end the war, Section 31 committed an act of genocide against the enemy.  Whether this was necessary or not. . .  No one knows.  There must have been alternative solutions.”  “Please continue Jim. . .”, Sarine says as she rubs her forehead as if to rid herself of a headache.  Jim, alarmed, reaches out to Sarine with his mind, “Sarine. . .  Are you unwell. . .”  “I am weary James. . .  I feel. . .  Something is wrong on the home planet. . .”, she answers with her thoughts.  “Do you wish to rest. . .”, Admiral Kirk questions with his thoughts.  “No. . .  This is too great an importance. . .  We must continue.”, her mind answers.  Sarine’s guard had only been down for seconds. . .  But Captain Spock picked up on her thoughts as well as Admiral Kirk’s, “Lady Sarine. . .  Do you wish a short respite. . .”  “No. . .  But thank you Captain Spock. . .  This is too important and time is short.”, she answers.
Admiral Kirk continues, “After the surrender of the enemy, and due to those within Starfleet who opposed the use of genocide, the Shadow Hawk returned to Earth, allowing her Federation crew to take Shore Leave on their own planet after a difficult 5 year mission.  While on Earth, at Sarine’s family estate there, Section 31, and we were later to learn the Tal Shiar formed an unholy alliance and attempted to assassinate Sarine.  This caused a breach between the Federation and the Empire, which could lead to war. . .  And this war would devastate both the Federation and the Empire, considering the conditions both have been reduced to as a result of the recent conflict.  What we request. . .  Is your aid in preventing Section 31 from becoming the organization it is today.  We need your help in guiding the development of the OUAA/N to prevent it going underground and becoming answerable to no one. . .  But we must be sure that some type of solution is developed to bring the war to an end. . .  Honorably.”
Captain Kirk reflected thoughtfully.  Could he believe these people. . .  Could it be possible that the Federation and Romulan Empire would become allies in the near future. . .  And Lady Sarine as his wife. . .  That WAS an interesting thought to ponder. . .  But at a later date, when this bizarre situation was resolved.  How could he determine if they were telling the truth. . .  And if they were. . .  THEN what.”  Both Spocks spoke at the same time, “Perhaps a Mind Meld with Lady Sarine. . .”  “NO. . .  She has been very ill. . .”, Admiral Kirk begins.  Sarine interrupts, “If that is the only way you will be convinced that we are telling the truth. . .  But not only with Captain Spock. . .  Both Spocks. . .  Each acting as a control for the other.”  Admiral Kirk shook his head no, “It’s to dangerous.”  “Jim. . .”, Sarine said with a weary smile, “This IS the only way.  Besides you have the ability to connect with my mind outside of a Mind Meld.  If you feel the situation is becoming too dangerous, you have the ability to break their links with my mind.”  Captain Kirk’s mouth dropped open.  “Fascinating,”, exclaimed Captain Spock, “It would appear that you have a great deal to look forward to Captain!”
McCoy burst into the conversation, “I will gladly monitor Lady Sarine’s vital signs. . .  That is, if someone will give me the data for what is normal for a Romulan.”  “Your data on Vulcans should be sufficient Doctor,” interjected Ambassador Spock, “Lady Sarine is half Vulcan.”  “Like Vulcan life signs are normal. . .  That will be the day,” muttered McCoy under his breath, “Green blooded. . .  Pointy eared. . .”  Sarine caught McCoy’s eye and smiled.  “I don’t believe it. . .  She smiled, “grumbled McCoy, “Spock. . .  You could take some lessons from this Lady.”  “Doctor. . .  If you would please begin,” commented Spock drily.  “Romulans are a very passionate people,” Sarine said to McCoy.  “And THAT is something I think I will look forward to experiencing,” thought Captain Kirk.  Again Sarine smiled and the Captain knew she had heard his thoughts.
The Mind Meld is physically exhausting for Sarine.  As she came out of it, she started to stand, but her knees buckled under her.  Admiral Kirk caught her in his arms and immediately contacted the Shadow Hawk and had the group transported to her Bridge.  Sarine whispered to Admiral Kirk, “Jim, it is not dignified for you to carry me. . .  I can walk!”  “The hell you can. . .” Admiral Kirk answered back firmly.  “Lady Sarine. . .  Are you all right,” inquired Captain Kirk.  “I am well Captain,” she answered as she forced herself free of Admiral Kirk’s grasp, drew herself up regally and walked towards the door of the Bridge.  “Sefet. . .  Give our guests a tour of the Hawk.  I will meet you on the Bridge in one hour,” Sarine says as the closes.
“Fascinating lady. . .” Captain Kirk causally comments to his older self.  “You don’t know the half of it!” Admiral Kirk replies and they both smile, sharing an inside joke.

Personal Log, Lieutenant Commander D’Sefet recording:

As the meeting continued, it became more and more apparent that despite the doctor’s blessing, Admiral Sarine is not yet fully recovered from her injuries.  I could sense that she wanted the meeting to end so she could retire to her cabin.  From Admiral Kirk’s actions, I could see he was sensing the same thing.  With the meeting concluded I spoke, “Commmander, it pppast timmme forrr mmme tooo walk ssship.  Ppperhaps thossse that wish a tooour wooould like tooo commme with mmme.”  Walking the Ship is not a Federation or even a human tradition.  It has its roots in my Caitian/Kzinti ancestry.  In the early days of Kzinti space travel, the captain, unable or unwilling to trust the instruments that said that all was well would visually inspect the vessel from one end to the other.  He would also take this time to remark the ship and/or crew, but I will not be doing that.  Besides that is the captain’s job!  I like to continue the tradition for my peace of mind, and the crew seems to respond favorably to it as well.  The group returns to the Transporter Room and beams over to the Shadow Hawk’s Bridge.  There, Admiral Kirk and Sarine as well as Ambassador Spock leave us and I begin the walk.
Our first stop is the Captain’s Chair.  As I use its displays to check the status of the Shadow Hawk, carefully reveal the future, “Asss yooou sssee, Brrridge is arrraigned in traditional Fffederation ssstyle. . .”  “What’s this,” Captain Kirk asks, “I don’t recognize the writing.”  “That isss contrrrol forrr Cloaking Device,” I answer.  “Do all future Federation vessels have Cloaking Devices,” the Captain asks, obviously thinking about the device he ‘appropriated’ from the Romulans.  “At pppresent or futurrre, only thrrree, all Defffiant Classs Essscort Crrruisers.  U.S.S./R.S.E. Ssshadow Hawk, Admirrral Kirk’s ssship, the sssister ssship offf Ssshadow Hawk, U.S.S./R.S.E. Winterrr Hawk, and U.S.S. Defffiant,” I reply.  “I. . .  He commands a Federation/Romulan Ship,” Captain Kirk questions a bit taken back, “What about the Enterprise” Not thinking, I reply, “Enterrrprise E isss commmanded by Captain Jeannn Luc Pppicard.”  “Enterprise E,” Commander Scott questions in amazement.  Remembering Captain Scott’s future, I hesitate in my reply, picking up on this, Doctor McCoy comments as he looks at the Enterprise on the View Screen, “Being cloaked sure feels different.”  “It can give one fffalse sssense of sssecurity,” I caution as I notice the reaction to the Doctor’s illogical observation on Captain Spocks’s face.  “Ifff yooou believe thisss fffeels diffferent, yooou ssshould trrry landing in Battle Bay when vesssel isss cloaked.”, I say.  “BATTLE BAY!  WHERE,” Captain Kirk exclaims.  “Oh I ffforgot tooo mmmention, two ssships make up Ssshadow Hawk arrre offficially consssidered Carrrier,” I say as I began to think I have said too much.  “You mean there was another part of this ship we couldn’t see when you decloaked,” Captain Kirk questions.  “Nooo, we left it and mmmost of crrrew in orbit arrround Rrromulus,” I answer.  “You have been to Romulus, “Captain Spock questions in surprise.  “Yesss, I attend Admirrral Kirk’sss and Admirrral Sssarine’s wedding therrre,” I answer as Captain Kirk’s, Doctor McCoy’s, and Commander Scott’s jaws drop to the deck.
“So this is a Shuttle Carrier then Commander D’Sefet,” Commander Scott says looking around, his thumbs hooked in his waist band..  “Nooo, Fffighter Carrrier Cap. . .  Mr. Ssscott,” I correct.  “Fighters,” Captain Kirk repeats, “The Federation doesn’t use them for deep space. . .  Just planetary defense.”  “It will,” I predict.  “Are you a fighter pilot as well, and it’s Scotty,” Mr. Scott questions.  “All pppersonnel are qualifffied in eitherrr orrr both Fffederation orrr Rrromulan models we carrry.  Although I prefffer tooo dooo ffflying on Brrridge!  It Sssef to fffriends Ssscotty,” I answer.  “Gentleman, ifff yooou fffollow me, we continue tourrr,” I begin, hoping to end the questions for now.  Captain Kirk asks, “Before we go, do you think Admiral Sarine would mind if I sat in her chair a minute.”  “Ssseeing how one day yooou will be mmmated, I dooo not think ssshe mind,”I answer.  As Captain Kirk is trying out the Shadow Hawk’s Captain Chair, and both Doctor McCoy and Commander Scott are trying to hide reaction to my ‘mated’ remark,  I turn to K’San and comment, “Your rrrelief late,” “He called and said he would be,” K’San answers.  “Very well, asss long asss yooou have nooo prrroblems with that carrry on”, I say.  As we exit the Bridge, Captain Kirk comments somewhat sarcastically, “Interesting command style.  Where did you learn it?”  “On Enterppprise. . .  Fffrom yooou,” I answer, continuing, “Having both Fffederation and Rrromulan pppersonnel make it necesssary tooo mmmeld and mmmodify commmand ssstyles of both.  Besssides, K’Sssan mussst ssstay at possst until rrrelieved, if ssshe not botherrred by inconvenience why ssshould I?  Howeverrr if rrreplacement not in ppplace by time I rrreturn to Brrridge orrr ifff perrrson mmmakes habit if being late, I WILL fffind out why and act accordingly!” :Quite logical,” Captain Spock comments.  “Thank yooou Captain Spock, everyone in positionsss of commmand ssstill fffinding trrrail with these working arraignmentsss.”
We exit the Bridge and walk down the corridor to Engineering Deck One.  Stepping into Engineering I hear Scotty say, “Aye. . .  NOW this is more like it!”  After taking it all in, he comments, “I see Matter, Anti-Matter is still the power source.”  “Nooo one yet tooo fffind anything better, “ I say. “Where are the Nacelles, “ he asks, remembering what the Shadow Hawk looked like.  “They arrre incorporated intooo vessel’sss body tooo make lesss of tarrrget,” I answer as we climb down the ladders to Engineering Deck Two.  “Target?  For an exploration vessel that usually isn’t a concern,” Captain Kirk comments.  “Trrrue, but fffor WARrr ssship isss,” I say.
“So the Federation is at war,” Captain Kirk exclaims, “An alliance with the Romulans. . .  We must be at war with the Klingons!  Right!”  “We have pppeace with Klingonnn Emmmpire fffor long time.  I wish enemmmy wasss easy tooo fffight asss Klingonsss,” I answer.  “It is illogical not to provide details as to a future enemy and war,” Captain Spock observes.  “I ammm underrr orrrders!  I let yooou and Ambasssador Ssspock decide what detailsss be exchanged,” I say.
We walk aft to the Impulse Engines.  As we look at the massive units I hear Scotty again exclaim, “Aye” As we walk forward, we stop to look at the Cloaking Device.  Sizing up the floor to ceiling unit Scotty comments, “You’d have a devil of a time stealing this beasty Captain!”  Next is a look at one of the Staterooms.  “Kind of small,” Doctor McCoy comments.  “Actually they larrrge forrr Classs, because offf Battle Bay, we able to mmmove Juniorrr Officersss Quarrrters there and enlarge Sssenior Offficers,” I explain.
We continue forward to have a look at Sick Bay.  After Doctor McCoy talks with our doctor for a while, we get into a Turbo Lift and head for Deck Three, the Aft, Starboard Torpedo Magazine.  I consider whether to tell about the Quantum Torpedoes but decide not to.  As we walk forward, I explain that normally the Shuttle Bays would be located here but because of the Battle Bay, these bays were converted for cargo.  We end up in the nose near the Starboard Main Airlock.  I evaluate the merits of whether or not to tell that this area could be used as a last-resort Matter-Antimatter warhead.  I decide silence is better.  We board the Port Turbo Lift to visit our last point of interest, the Forward Port Torpedo Magazine and Forward Torpedo Launcher.  Returning to Deck One, I do decide there is one more weapon system the group should see.  As we come to the door, I touch my Communicator and say, “Grrroup enterrring Ppport Pppulse Phassser Cannnon Accesss.”  “Acknowledged Commander,” a voice replies.  “Pulse Phas. . .” Scotty begins as the door slides open.  The sight of the mechanism’s huge, gem-like Emitter Crystal and massive Beam-focusing Coils stun all.  “These are Ssshadow Hawk’sss teeth,” I proudly say.  Returning to the Bridge, Captain Kirk catches sight of the vessel’s Dedication Plaque.  “U.S.S./R.S.E. Shadow Hawk, Every Star Is A Stepping Stone,” he reads out loud, “Sounds Romulan!  Southern Cross Ship Yards, Pluto.  Launched Stardate 4. . .  MY GOD!  Your from. . .  I’m. . .  I mean he’s over. . .”  As Captain Kirk continues to sputter I conclude, “Timmme tooo rrreturn tooo Enterprissse gentlemen.”

Supplemental 1:

Admiral Sarine sits in her Command Chair on the Bridge, totally in control.  Her ship has followed the Enterprise into the solar system ruled by the star Sol and slipped unnoticed into orbit around the third planet. . .  23rd century Earth.  The Enterprise members transported to Starfleet Headquarters about thirty minutes ago.  Now it is time to join them.
“Crossing the Terminator into daylight,” K’San reports.  “Yooou arrre sssure about thisss,” D’Sefet questions.  “Continue,” Admiral Sarine commands.  “Asss yooou commmand.  Activate Thrusssters, Ffforward Ssshields to one hundrrred and fffifty pppercent,” D’Sefet orders.  Turning to K’San he continues, “When yooou arrre rrready, nossse down thirrrty pppercent.”
At the exact moment the Shadow Hawk’s nose enters the atmosphere, far below on the plaza in front of Starfleet Headquarters in San Francisco a not to pleased Federation President, his Cabinet, the Starfleet Commander, and a few others wait.
Early this morning the President received an urgent message from Captain Spock, suggesting that the President’s presence here would be “very wise”, but in the usual Vulcan manner, he refused to go into details.  To make matters worse, it is a typical autumn San Francisco Monday, cold, with a light drizzle coming from low clouds.  Suddenly an usually strong gust of wind almost knocks the group off their feet.  A second later the group is startled to see a small vessel with a Romulan-like bird of prey emblazoned on her belly de-cloaking above their heads.  Their panic is tempered by the fact that the bird sports a Starfleet Delta Shield painted across it’s mid-section.  As the vessel gently settle to the ground, Security Guards, Phasers in hand and others come running from every where.
“Enginesss offf. . .  Gggood landing K’Sssan,” D’Sefet comments.  Turning to Admiral Sarine, he says with a twinkle in his eye, “Werrre herrre!”

(This Log Entry appeared in the January 31, 2001,  Volume 6  Issue 1 of Talons the official newsletter of the R.S.E. Shadow Hawk)

Joint entry:
Admiral Sarine, Admiral Kirk, Lieutenant Commander D’Sefet and Senior Centurion Serena T’Rau recording.

Chaos is the order of the day in the spacious plaza that fronts Starfleet Headquarters.  As the vessel’s Impulse Engines wind-down, Captains Kirk and Spock join the President’s party.  “Good, they’re here,” Kirk says.  “WHO’S HERE?  KIRK!  What the HELL is going on,” a rumpled Starfleet Commander manages to sputter as he steadies a visibly shaken President.  Grasping what has just happened, the President interrupts, “Never mind that. . .  HOW did a Romulan vessel penetrate this far into Federation Space. . .  UNDETECTED AND UNCHALLENGED, and WHY are there Federation markings on that ship?”
Fortunately, owing to the early hour and the inclement weather, and judging from the number of accounts left in Personal Logs and messages, the number of off duty and civilian witnesses are kept to a minium.
Aboard the Shadow Hawk, an ‘Away team’ made up of Admirals Kirk and Sarine, Ambassador Spock, Lieutenant Commander D’Sefet and Sarine’s body guard Senior Centurion T’Rau have assembled on Deck Three near the Forward Starboard Air Lock.  Sarine turns to Kirk and whispers, ”We could use a little of that luck you’re famous for, Jim.”  “I’ll do my best,“ replies Kirk with a twinkle in his eyes.
“D’Sssefffet to K’Sssan. . .  We leaving. . .  Yooou in commmand.  Keeppp doorrrs and windowsss closssed,” Sef orders in a joking felinoid manner.  Ready. . .  The group activates the Airlock and Ramp Mechanism.
As I lead the way out of the Airlock, I realize. . .  I AM HOME!  Not back on Cait but home in my own time!  Somewhere my friend and mentor M’Ress is serving in Starfleet.  Officially the Bozeman with me aboard have been missing for almost ten years but, on Cait, my family will not accept that I will never return.  I am told that, until her dying day, my mother looked each morning for me to walk into her kitchen and, on every one of the anniversaries of my emerging (Birthday to humans), would prepare my favorite meal.  What I would not give to see her once more, to feel her rough tongue groom the fur on my cheek as I listen to her soft purring while she embraces me.  I wonder, for a moment, what Temporal problems I might cause if, while my other-self spends the next 90 years on the Bozeman, I resume life where he left off?  What would he. . .  I find when the ship returns to normal Space-time?  Children?  Grandchildren?  The majestic career of Admiral D’Sefet?  Captain Kirk’s voice interrupts my thoughts and focuses me back on reality.
The sound of the mechanism starting up and the ramp clanking to the pavement abruptly ends the exchange between Captain Kirk and Admiral Cartwright.  There is noticeable confusion as all see some very familiar faces among the emerging group.  When the group, flanked by a large number of Federation Security Guards, reach the area where the President is standing, Captain Kirk calmly begins, “Gentlemen, may I introduce Lady Sarine, Fleet Admiral of the Romulan Star Empire, Admiral James T. Kirk and Ambassador Spock of Vulcan. . .”  “WHAT kind of Romulan trick is THIS KIRK,” Admiral Cartwright interrupts.  “No trick Admiral,” Ambassador Spock assures as the Admiral turns to face him.  “It would seem, however, that this is not the place to discuss the matter.  A Conference Room would be the more logical place,“ Captain Spock adds as Admiral Cartwright almost loses his balance wheeling around to face him.  Confused and a bit dizzy, the Admiral leads the way into the building.
Of all those in attendance on this cold, wet, early Monday morning, you have to pity the Officer in charge of Building Security.  Because it is a weekday, no conferences or symposiums are scheduled.  In view of the inclement weather, few, if any visitors or VIPs are expected.  The possibility of some problem, or anything happening, is so small in fact, that no high ranking Security Officer had deemed it necessary to be on duty.  A recently commissioned Lieutenant J.G. named Riley came on duty expecting a quiet shift, to find not only the Commander of Starfleet but the Federation’s President, his Cabinet, and aids waiting outside HIS post for some unknown reason.
From the tone of her voice, Riley could tell that when he contacted his superior to inform her of the VIPs, she had almost gone into Cardiac Arrest.  Imagining her springing out of a warm bed, mumbling some explanation to her bewildered lover, throwing on yesterday’s uniform and racing to get to Starfleet Headquarters, brought a slightly sadistic smile to Riley’s face.
Now, after something. . .  Just what. . .  He couldn’t see, happened, all those VIPs along with another group escorted by exterior guards were making their way to his post.  Summoning up all his courage and hoping his voice doesn’t crack, he prepared to do his job.  “Identification please Sir,” he asks of Admiral Cartwright.  After verifying and returning the card to the Admiral, he requests the same of the President and his associates.  He is about to pat himself on the back for handling the situation in a MOST professional manner, when he meets the group still under guard.  The Caitian, even though in an unfamiliar style of Starfleet uniform, has a valid serial number on his ID, regardless of the fact that the computer lists him as missing in action.  The next four individuals, two versions, one young and one older, of the famous James Tiberius Kirk and the equally famous Mr. Spock, were, to say the least unusual but all have the proper yet identical ID.
The person Riley encounters next would make him a legend in the service and provide a story his children, grandchildren and great grandchildren would never tire of hearing, even though he would leave out the part about going weak and wobbly in the legs.  He wished his superior was here, or at least, that there was time for one stiff drink as he faces this Vulcanoid female dressed in an imposing, black, quilted uniform tunic, black pants and shinny black, knee high boots.  Behind her stands a similarly dressed female, armed with a sleek hand Phaser or Disruptor of unknown design.  Although he doesn’t recognize the uniform, he does recognize the symbol that adorns the chain like yoke/weapon’s belt that is worn over their tunics.  The stylized bird-like creature holding in it’s claws twin worlds tell Riley that he is face to face with a ROMULAN OFFICER AND HER BODY GUARD!!!  Summoning all his courage, he asks, “Identification please Mam.”  Admiral Cartwright begins to order him to let them pass, but before he can, the officer presents her STARFLEET ID!!!  He only has a second to glance at it before Admiral Cartwright finishes the order he began to give.  Without hesitation, the Lieutenant hands the card back to the Romulan, and all are rushed past him into a Turbo Lift.
When his superior arrives a few minutes later, she does NOT believe his story.  Even though she SAW the unknown vessel sitting outside.  He plays the recording captured by the Security Cameras.  SHE orders the building sealed and surrounded by heavily armed guards!
“I believe Conference Room 4 is available,” Admiral Cartwright mutters as the Turbo Lift doors close.  When the Turbo Lift comes to a stop and the doors open, Sarine exits and turns right, heading directly for Conference Room 4, much to the shock of Admiral Cartwright.
The group enters the Conference Room.  Sarine and her group sit on one side of the table and Admiral Cartwright, his CoS, and the Federation President. . .  Sit on the other side.  Two armed Security Guards take their positions on either side of the door.  Admiral Cartwright gathers his thoughts.  I have neglected to introduce my Chief of Staff, Admiral Bennett and the President of the Federation.  Sarine nods her head in acknowledgment of the President, “Mr. President. . .,” then calmly turns to Admiral Bennett. . .  “Admiral Robert Bennett founder of the Office of Unknown Alien Activities,” Sarine questions.  “One and the same,” replies the Admiral with arrogance.
Something about Admiral Bennett is wrong, thought D’Sefet.  I cannot put my paw on it.  Does he sound wrong?  Smell wrong?  Behave wrong?  Pulling T’Rau aside he begins, “I nnnot like Bennnett.  Yooo keep eye on himmm!”  “What’s wrong with him,” T’Rau questions.  “Not knnnow,” D’Sefet answers.  “But, yooou watch himmm. . .  Ssstay clossse to Sssarrrine and keep clawsss rrready!  I nnnot nnneed sssee rrrat to knnnow it therrre!”
Admiral Cartwright orders refreshments.  “Perhaps you would consider allowing me to have Romulan Ale transported to the Conference Room.  I know it is outlawed in the Federation. . .  But one branch of my family on Romulus produces the best Ale that is made.”  “I can attest to that,” replies Admiral Kirk with a grin, “and to the incredible head ache that goes with it.”  Sarine laughs. . .  Much to the chagrin to both Admirals Cartwright and Bennett.  The President nods his head in approval.  Admiral Cartwright starts to hand his Communicator to Sarine but stops short as Sarine’s hand taps the Romulan Symbol on her chest.  “Sarine to Shadow Hawk. . .”  K’San here Admiral. . .  How can I assist you?”  “Lock on to these coordinates and have a case of Romulan Ale transported. . .”  “Immediately Admiral, “ replies K’San.  Within a few seconds a case of Romulan Ale appears in the Conference Room.  “There. . .  Gentleman.  I realize it is a bit early in the morning for Romulan Ale. . .  But please accept this and enjoy it at your leisure,” Sarine gestures.
Admiral Bennett seems to be on edge.  He is very uncomfortable with the situation.  Sarine lets her guard down, allowing both Spocks, and Jim to hear her thoughts.  “I’m sure this is our Admiral Bennett’s great, great Grandfather.”  “You are correct in your assumption,” Ambassador Spock replies.
“Lady Sarine,” begins Cartwright, “I see you wear a Starfleet Academy ring on your right hand.  May I ask how you came by it?”  “I spent four years at Starfleet Academy, and this is my graduation ring,” Sarine replies calmly.  “How did a Romulan get into Starfleet Academy, and where did you get a ship with Federation markings,” Admiral Cartwright snaps back.  “I am half Vulcan, and the Shadow Hawk was built by the Federation and modified by the Romulan Empire for my use,” Sarine states flatly.
Admiral Bennett checks the computer screen in front of him.  “There is no record of a Sarine attending or graduating from Starfleet Academy and there are no records of any ship with the name Shadow Hawk, being built by the Federation,” Bennett replies sharply.  “Correct,” interjects Ambassador Spock, as Bennett stands up and begins pacing around the room.  Admiral Cartwright looks directly at Bennett, displaying his displeasure with the man’s actions.
Admiral Cartwright turns to Captain Kirk “MR. . .  It would appear that both you and your second in command have some explaining to do. . .”  At that precise moment, two armed Security guards, with Phasers drawn, enter the Conference Room.  “Admiral Cartwright. . .  Excuse the interruption. . .  I must speak with you Sir. . .  It is urgent,” the senior guard states glancing at Admiral Bennett.  “Please excuse me for a moment, Lady. . .  Gentlemen,” Admiral Cartwright mutters as he exits the room, his irritation with the interruption obvious.

[Outside Conference Room 4]

“Sir. . .  The body of Admiral Bennett has just been found in his office.” the senior guard reports.  “That’s impossible. . .” shouts Admiral Cartwright “Admiral Bennett has been with me all morning. . .  You just saw him for yourself in the Conference Room!”  The sound of a weapon firing followed by a crash is heard coming from inside.  “What the HELL. . .  That sounded like a Disruptor,” shouts Admiral Cartwright as he and the Security Guards burst through the door.

[Inside Conference Room 4]

Admiral Bennett continues pacing the room. . .  Senior Centurion T’Rau watching him closely.  Ambassador Spock, Captain Spock and the President. . .  Are deep in conversation.  Admiral Bennett quickly turns with Disruptor in hand and fires at Sarine.  Admiral Kirk tackles Sarine, knocking her out of the chair and covering her body with his as they hit the floor.  T’Rau acts instantaneously, striking Bennett and throwing him off balance.  His Disruptor is jarred enough for the shot to miss Sarine. . .  But hits the chair in which she was sitting just seconds before.
T’Rau and Bennett manage to get to their feet and continue wrestling.  Bennett seems considerably stronger than most humans, which appears odd to Sarine.  Captain Spock hits Bennett on his right side and T’Rau manages to strike Bennett across the left side of his chest.  He flies through the air for about three feet, hitting the wall with a thud and dislodging what appears to be a medallion of some kind.  It lands at Ambassador Spock’s feet.  Captain Spock moves towards Bennett, just as Bennet aims his Disruptor at T’Rau.  T’Rau shoots at the figure crouched on the floor. . .  But, it’s NOT Bennett!
Admiral Cartwright and the Security Guards having entered the room, witness the event.  A Romulan lies where Bennett fell. . .  Grasping for breath the Romulan looks at Sarine and with his dying breath says, “Damn you Sarine. . .  Damn you!”
As Admiral Cartwright stoops to pick up the medallion, Ambassador Spock cautions, “Admiral. . .  I would suggest not touching the medallion!”  Cartwright cautiously withdraws his hand, looking at the Ambasssador and waiting for an explanation.  “This is known on Vulcan as ‘The Medallion of Deception’,” Ambassador Spock comments.  “Fascinating. . .  I thought it was only a legend,” Captain Spock answers.  “Most illogical,” Ambassador Spock chides his younger self,” As you can see it clearly exists!”
Looking at the medallion, Admiral Sarine studies the design.  There is something familiar about the figure carved on its surface.  “Ambassador Spock, who in the Vulcan Pantheon does that figure represent,” asks Sarine.  “‘The God of Falsehood’ Admiral,” he answers mater-of-factly.  As Sarine studies the face of the figure with pointed ears, it suddenly occurs to her where she has seen that haute expression.  On Brax, a planet in the Gamma Quadrant he is known as ‘The God of Lies’.  In the Alpha Quadrant, the Federation knows him simply as . . .  ‘Q’.
The two Security Guards, Phasers drawn, approach the Romulan body which is lying contorted on the floor.  “A moment please gentlemen,” Sarine interrupts as she grasps the head and turns its face to her.  “Ah. . .” she pauses, as one eyebrow rises up, “Major Tr’Sasat, a Tal Shiar agent known for his treachery.”  TAL SHIAR. . .  TAL SHIAR,” shouts Admiral Cartwright. . ., “What IS a Tal Shiar?”  Ambassador Spock replies, “The closes agency that might compare from Terran history is a cross between the Nazi Gestapo and the SS.”
As the Security Guards remove the body, the President turns to Admiral Cartwright, “Admiral Cartwright I would like to speak to both Spocks, both Kirks and Lady Sarine alone. . .”  “That is highly irregular Mr. President, “blusters Admiral Cartwright, “I can’t allow it. . .  I MUST consider your safety. . .”  The President interrupts, “Admiral that was NOT a request!  You will take us to the nearest Transporter Station and have us beamed to Federation Headquarters in Paris. . .  AT ONCE!  In addition. . .  You will see to it that the identities and the visit of our guests are classified TOP SECRET.  They were NEVER here. . .  And. . .  Neither was I.  Is that understood?”  There is a pause, no one speaks.  “Admiral, I am waiting for a reply.”, the President presses.  “Yes Mr. President. . .  Your orders will be carried out,” Admiral Cartwright replies.
The building’s Transporter Room is located on the main floor just off the lobby.  After a short, silent Turbo Lift ride down, Admiral Cartwright conducts the group to it.  As they pass the Reception/Security Desk, Admiral Cartwright is dismayed to see the leadership of his Security staff standing as attention.  By this time, the Captain has had time to contact her superior.  Admiral Cartwright rolls is eyes and tries not to notice the shaking, Lieutenant J.G. Riley, the Captain with uncombed hair, partially attired in a rumpled uniform, and the Rear Admiral, his uniform jacket thrown on over a jogging suit.  The Admiral especially hopes the Romulans can’t make out what’s printed on the Rear Admiral’s sweat shirt.  It reads, “Starfleet Officers Do IT At Warp Speed!”  Sarine stops in front of the man in the sweat shirt as Admiral Cartwright tries to melt into the floor.  “Interesting sweat shirt Admiral,” she says sweetly, “However, MY personal experience with Starfleet Officers has proved different.”  The Rear Admiral looks astonished. . .  Sarine, with a twinkle in her eyes, smiles.  Both Kirks look at each other barely managing not to laugh, and last but not least, both Spocks make an unsuccessful effort not to smile.  Jim turns to both Spocks saying, “Mr. Spock. . .  I don’t believe it. . .  You almost smiled!”  Both Spocks speak simultaneously, “Admiral. . .  I see no reason to insult me.”
As the group is getting to the Transporter Pads, D’Sefet asks, “To mmminimize chanccce of otherrrs ssseeing it, ssshould not Ssshadow Hawk rrreturn to ssspace?”  “Most Logical,” Ambassador Spock answers.  “Very well,” Sarine replies.  D’Sefet orders K’San to take the vessel to a standard orbit, cloak,  and wait for further orders.  With that, the group beams to Paris.
 
[Paris, Federation Headquarters, Office of the President]

The President see that all are comfortably seated.  Senior Centurion T’Rau standing behind Sarine’s chair.  The President seeing this turns to T’Rau, “Centurion. . .  If you care to be seated. . .’  “I prefer to stand Sir,” she respectfully replies.  “As you wish Centurion,” the President answers as he turns to Admiral Sarine, Admiral Kirk and Ambassador Spock.  “You’re from the future. . .  Aren’t you,” he states flatly.  Ambassador Spock replies, “If I may answer that question. . .  Mr. President. . .  Yes, we are from your future.”  The President turns to Admiral Kirk, “Admiral, how. . .  When. . .  Where,” he pauses not knowing how to phase his question.  Admiral Kirk looks directly at the President, “Mr. President. . .  Are you asking about Lady Sarine?  Suffice it to say the Romulans are our allies and Lady Sarine is MY wife.”  The President’s mouth drops open in surprise.
Two hours later, the President has all the pertinent facts.  Captain Kirk will be assigned to the Office of Unknown Alien Activities to oversee the situation and prevent it from becoming Section 31 in the future.  The president takes Sarine’s hand, “Lady Sarine, it has been a great pleasure to meet you.  My only regret is that I will not live long enough to see the day when the Romulan Empire and the Federation become allies.”  Sarine smiles, “Mr President. . .  Life expectancy is becoming longer. . .  Who is to say you will not,” then remembering a future event adds, “Just remember, one day, in a meeting on a distant world, when you hear Jim yell your name. . .  DUCK!”   As Admiral Kirk is making his farewell to the President, Captain Kirk approaches Sarine.  He takes her hand and kisses it, and turning it over, kisses her palm.  Sarine blushes.  “Lady Sarine. . .  Are you blushing,” Captain Kirk asks as he gives her that famous Kirk look.   “I look forward to our future. . .” he says as Admiral Kirk approaches.  Both Kirks look at each other. . .  Knowing exactly what the other is thinking.
Sarine hits her Com Badge, “Sarine to Shadow Hawk. . .  Five to beam up.”  “Immediately Admiral,” replies K’San and they begin to dematerialize.  Captain Kirk turns to Captain Spock, “If I had been me, I would have decked myself for approaching my wife that way.”  Kirk laughs as Spock’s left eyebrow raises and he shakes his head trying to sort out the statement Kirk has just made.  “Totally illogical,” Spock replies.  “Never mind Spock,” Kirk laughs, “I couldn’t explain it to you even if I tried.”

[Bridge of the Shadow Hawk]

The five materialize on the Bridge of the Shadow Hawk.  Sarine turns to K’San and orders, “Get us out of here!”  Turning to D’Sefet, Spock and Kirk, she states flatly, “Gentlemen, if you will take your places. . .  Senior Centurion T’Rau. . .  A job well done. . .  Thank you.  You are dismissed.  Ambassador Spock, if you will begin calculations for time travel. . .  We’re going home. . .”
“Mmmake rrready tooo get underrrway,” D’Sefet orders K’San as he cats his Tactical Station, “Plot course for Romulus.”  “Romulus Sir,” K’San questions.  “Yes Helmsman,” Ambassador Spock replies, “In order for us to return exactly to our own time, we need to slingshot around a star the exactly matches the mass of the one we used originally.  Instead of searching for one in Federation Space, logic dictates returning to Romulan Space and again using Romulas B.”
As the Shadow Hawk experiences the distortions of time travel and slowly starts to come back to present day Romulus, D’Sefet hisses, “Admirrral. . .  I ammm rrreceiving dissstress sssignal frommm Battle Bay.”  The Forward Viewscreen flashes with white hot light as the Shadow Hawk is jolted with Disruptor fire from. . .  Three Tal Shiar ships.

(Soon after this newsletter issue, most everybody involved lost interest in writing as well as the club in general so no more Log Entries were written but, in a Story Conference, we had discussed and roughed out this.  The battle/rebellion that had begun was going to be the subject of our newsletter for the next stretch.  The Shadow Hawk would return to Earth and as Kirk steps off the Transporter Pad in Starfleet Head Quarters he is greeted, “Good to have you back. . .  Mr. President.”  I was NOT finished with my writing for Sef so I continued with the adventures on FI9.)