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“Clearly, the situation was more than they could handle.”

Fabian Stevens glared at Tev across the table in the da Vinci’s observation lounge, but the Tellarite ignored him. Sonya Gomez couldn’t stop herself from sighing. The three of them sat along with Captain Gold and P8 Blue, the former at the head of the table, the latter in her specially modified chair at the other end.

“It’s not that simple, Tev,” she said, wondering if her second would ever learn. “The original team did a fine job completing their mission, which was to remove the Dancing Star before it endangered the outpost or drew Cardassian attention to its system.”

“With all due respect, Commander, I disagree.” Tev always managed to make phrases like that condescending, and to turn her title into an honorific rather than something she had earned. “They were sent to analyze that vessel, determine its origins and nature, and render it harmless. The fact that it is here now, hurtling rapidly toward a planet, proves they failed.”

“And I suppose you would have done better,” Fabian shot back.

“Of course, Specialist.”

“Well, now’s your chance to prove it.” Both of them stopped to look at her, which was something, anyway. “The bottom line is that we need to figure this ship out, and fast. And since Salek apparently missed something, we can’t just rely upon his observations.”

“He did figure out how the ship worked,” Pattie offered, and Sonya nodded.

“At least well enough to get it operational, and to vent its fuel cells, yes. But he must have missed something. That doesn’t mean he did a bad job—he didn’t have a lot of time to study the ship fully. But we don’t have to worry about giving away someone’s position, and we don’t have the distractions of a major interstellar war. Our job is to stop this ship completely, once and for all.”

Gold leaned forward. “So how do you plan to do that, Gomez?”

“I’m not sure yet, sir. But I think, to start with, that we need a fresh look at this ship. Tev and I are the only two who weren’t on the team the first time around, so we’re going to beam over. I want to examine it fully, and build our own theories, based only upon what we find. We can compare that to Salek’s data later.” She glanced at the rest of her team. “While we’re doing that, I want the three of you to go back over the original material. Look for anything you might have missed the first time, about where this ship came from and how it works. Find out why it was out here, who the captain was—anything you didn’t feel was crucial to the mission then. Any bit of information could be the key we need.”

Gold nodded. “Fresh perspectives, and a resifting of old material. Sounds like a plan. We should be within transporter range now.”

“Pattie, how much time do we have before the ship hits something?”

The Nasat checked her padd. “Twenty-three hours, Commander. Then it slams into Riallon IX, which has a population of twenty-one million.”

“Right. So we have twenty-two hours to figure this thing out and shut it down.” She stood up. “Let’s get to work. Tev, you’re with me.”