
“Orders? What are you talking about?”
“What they mean is that the mission was classified.” All four of them turned toward the ready-room door
as Gold entered the bridge. “It was during the Dominion War, and all of those events are classified for
security reasons.” He glared at Tev. “I’d bevery interested to know how you accessed those files.”
Tev simply shrugged. “I performed a standard search. I did design the search engine myself—it must
have simply bypassed the security measures. Starfleet might want to work on that.”
Sonya reminded herself yet again to speak to Tev. The man was an excellent engineer, and an asset to
the team, but his utter disregard for certain strictures and his contempt for anyone he did not consider an
intellectual equal had already earned him several enemies. If not for his undeniable skill he never would
have achieved his current rank—and if he didn’t learn to behave with a little more respect, or at least
circumspection, he’d never rise any higher.
The captain continued to glare at him for a moment, and Sonya knew he wasn’t fooled. Not much
slipped past Gold. But finally he shrugged and walked over to the console.
“Actually, the reason I came in was to give you access to those files. I’ve cleared it with Starfleet
Command—nothing in that mission is a security risk anymore, and you definitely have a need to know
aboutDancing Star. ” He tapped a command into the console, followed by a security code, and the files
appeared onscreen. Initially they bore the black band across the front that indicated they were sealed,
but after Gold entered the code, the band disappeared. Sonya couldn’t help but notice that Tev looked a
little annoyed at this—it stole some of the importance from his accomplishment for Gold to simply hand
her the materials a moment later.
But she’d deal with wounded pride later. For now she turned to Pattie. “Tell me about this thing.”
Her Nasat crewmate nodded, antennae wobbling. “As the captain mentioned, it was during the
Dominion War. There’s a Federation outpost near Randall V, strictly surveillance, and they put out a
distress call. A ship had appeared in their system, and it wasn’t one of ours. Not one of the Dominion’s
either, but it was putting out an alarming amount of energy. We were sent in to investigate and get the
new ship out of there before it could endanger the outpost. We also had a time issue—if the Dominion
noticed the ship’s energy output, they’d come investigate themselves, and that could expose the outpost.”
Fabian took over. “We did disable it, ultimately, and the outpost was kept secure. But Salek was killed
in the process.”
Sonya nodded. She could see why the files had been classified—the outpost’s existence and location
would have been critical information during the war. The best way to keep that data from falling into the
wrong hands was to simply seal the materials from everyone, and swear those involved to silence.
“Are we sure it’s the same ship?”
“Would I mention it otherwise?” Tev tapped out a command on his padd. The wall monitor switched to
an image of the runaway vessel, and a second image alongside it. “On the left is our current objective. On
the right is an image from that earlier mission. The two are identical, including several distinct points of
damage.” Circles appeared on both images, highlighting several of those areas, which were then
magnified and overlapped. They were a perfect match.
“Good work, Tev—you and your search engine. Okay, so it’s theDancing Star. But you guys disabled it