
Now Biron had the information he needed. The only net loss was that of one irrelevant alien life and time:
the time spent obtaining material and upgrading the Yridian ship, and the time that Biron would now
spend reading over the log entries of the hated crew of theU.S.S. da Vinci .
The log entries were not up-to-date, but the Yridian had said that there would be a gap between what
he could acquire and the present day. The most recent entries related to a medical crisis on Sherman’s
Planet that theU.S.S. da Vinci ’s chief medical officer, Dr. Elizabeth Lense, was able to solve with the aid
of Fabian Stevens, a member of the ship’s Starfleet Corps of Engineers team. Biron found the method
Dr. Lense used to be of interest, and added it to his ship’s database.
Once again, Biron found himself baffled by Starfleet’s continued insistence on aiding others for no
obvious benefit. In this particular instance, the crew of theU.S.S. da Vinci — with the exception of five of
its complement—were also in danger from the pandemic that infected the population of Sherman’s
Planet. Even so, Biron doubted that the ship’s crew’s reaction would have been any different if none of
them were in danger.
He decided to read through the logs of the chief medical officer. Hers, he noticed, were only on the
U.S.S. da Vinci since shortly after the cessation of hostilities between the Dominion and the alliance
among United Federation of Planets, the Klingon Empire, and the Romulan Star Empire. Prior to that, as
the client had indicated, she served on a different vessel, theU.S.S. Lexington .
Sitting in his quarters, Overseer Biron began to peruse the log entries of Dr. Elizabeth Lense….
U.S.S. Lexington
STARDATE 51246.9
The first thing Elizabeth Lense did when she entered her quarters on theLexington was check her
personnel file.
She hadn’t been on board theLexington in almost a month. Her quarters were just as she’d left
them—not that she cared. All that mattered was whether or not Commander Selden kept his promise.
After keeping me in his damn dungeon imagining vast conspiracies to create genetically enhanced
doctors in Starfleet…
But no, there was nothing about the Starfleet investigation into whether or not Lt. Commander Elizabeth
Lense, chief medical officer of theU.S.S. Lexington, top of her class at Starfleet Medical, had violated the
Federation law forbidding postnatal genetic enhancement.
Of course, she hadn’t. The whole idea was patently ridiculous. And if the Federation wasn’t presently
embroiled in a war with an enemy ruled by shapechangers who had spent the last several years fomenting
paranoia throughout the quadrant, it no doubt would have been investigated quietly and with a minimum
of fuss.
Instead, the revelation that the salutatorian of her class, Julian Bashir, had been illegally genetically
enhanced by his parents when he was six led some to think that Lense, having, in essence, beaten him,
might also be so enhanced.
So they locked her in a room on Starbase 314 and went over her life with a fine-toothed comb. End
result: she was an absolutely brilliant and completely human physician, who had been kept off active duty,