Third Fleet Headquarters, a Starbase 79 station, is a beautiful, seemingly omnipotent monument floating in space. The multi-hundred decked super-structures are the pinnacle of Federation technology.

It is literally a space-stationed civilization. Under normal circumstances, it would be bustling with activity. Starfleet and civilian ships of all sorts would be docking and getting underway around the clock. But, the circumstances of late have not been normal. The outer bay doors of its top dry-dock section are closed. Inside the dry-dock, there was no activity of ship re-fitting. No flying Workbees or Travelpods. On this day, the morning of a fallen comrade is taking place. Within the midsection of the Starbase called the Administrative/Recreation, Section 9003, a funeral service is underway. This section contains a remarkable 12,960 feet diameter artificial forest, complete with 2 lakes; one for boating and the other for fishing. The walls of this fantastic garden take on biblical proportions as well as effect. Carefully balanced ambiance mimics the photo energy escaping a star. Every known species of harmless flowers, along with their insect partners have been imported. Bird species had been cultivated and released as well. An entire ecosystem now thrives within this controlled world. If you had not traveled down the 875-foot diameter Travelcore, in the center of this botanical marvel, you would think you were on the surface of a planet. The Amphitheater of the recreational deck can facilitate a population of 3,000. On this day it was standing room only. Starfleet personnel assigned to the station, and those who happen to be off their ships at the time of the tragedy, filled the seats as well as seating accommodations on the stairs. By orders of FADM Ken Brannon the Chief of Security, CDR Austin Liotta, has set Condition 4. Entry and exit from the Starbase is prohibited and movement aboard her has been severely restricted. Security officers are now ordered to have their phasers set to 'KILL'.

The stationed assigned Master of Religious Ceremonies, Chaplain Mahoney, would have performed the service but was taken ill. As luck would have it, Reverend Evers who arrived on the station six days ago on his way to the civilian outpost: New Venus, volunteered to take charge. Although some were saddened that Mahoney was absent, Evers was a likeable man and most were happy that he was there for this sad occasion. He helped some of the Lexington crewmembers get through the death of their late Captain. The Lexington officers were very close to Captain Athena Eastwood having been under her command for several years.

The highest-ranking officer in Third Fleet had just finished speaking and returned to his seat.

Although FADM Brannon’s remembrance of Athena Eastwood was soft spoken, it was far from the shouting anger he displayed earlier when he found out she had been murdered.

"No son-of-a-bitch will get away with this on my watch!" That tone of voice had often made some officers shake in their boots when being dressed down by him.

VADM Alisha Black made her way to the podium. She cleared her throat before speaking into the mike. "I've known Athena Eastwood for over twenty years. In that time we had become very close friends. She was a strong woman, a brave woman, and a tender Captain with her crew. Her crewmembers were her family. Athena lost her parents at an early age so all she knew was the closeness she formed with people she met through her command. Because of these feelings, she often took the burden of a crewmember's death harder than the norm."

Black paused and looked out at the many sad faces staring back at her. The moment was brief and she continued, "I remember her first assignment to command a Starship. You'd think she was a child and someone had given her a key to the candy store. We stayed up all night talking. When she appeared before the crew of the USS Cary the next morning, she looked bright eyed and confident." Alisha smiled thinking of those happy times pasted. "I have to admit that I was wishing for a place to lie down and sleep." Another short pause. "Athena never asked her crew to do anything that she wouldn't do herself. In fact, on many occasions she was working right along side them. She built a reputation throughout Third Fleet that drew many new officers to seek her out. They had great respect for her and felt it an honor to server under her command. I'm sure you have heard many of the tales that have been passed around about her courage. And courageous she was. Athena was a hand on Captain. She would not and could not just sit in the command chair and give orders. She had to be in the thick of things. Several of our top Captains have credited the advice of Eastwood as the one thing that saw them through some tough situations. For the record, Athena felt quite humble that they had asked her advice in the first place. She never understood the reason she was held in such high esteem. She never told this to anyone else but me. I don't mind telling this because it is one of the many things I admired about her."

Alisha stopped to compose herself. The swell of emotions within her almost bubbled to the surface. "I'll miss my friend. The conversations, sorrows, and laughter we shared. As I know…"

Alisha paused again. This time the suppressed emotions broke the surface. There came forth a single tear weaving its way down her cheek. She cleared her throat once more than concluded her eulogy.

"As I know you will miss her as well." Alisha Black took one last look at the Federation of Planets flag draped around the cylinder that held Eastwood's body setting in front of her. She said, "Good by my friend. May you have fair winds and following seas on your journey."

The funeral service ended forty-five minutes later. Two security guards took their position next to the cylinder and all three were beamed from the Recreation Deck to the Infirmary. At the same time, food and drink was beamed in to begin the wake.

Most of the civilian population left by way of turbocar.

Most of the Starfleet personnel stayed and conversed.

Reverend Evers made sure to talk with anyone who needed consolation.

LCDR James Bodden was standing around looking like a lost child. Something was unsettling inside him. The death of Eastwood took something away from him and he didn't know what it was.

A few meters down he saw CDR Buffy Carey and considered talking to her, but she was already deep in conversation. Besides, his problem was not a problem of the mind. He looked towards Reverend Evers. James was not a religious man. In fact he has called himself a devout atheist. Too many cultures and religions he had seen and they all professed similar philosophies. No, James was no believer. But then his spirit, if you will, needed some form of reconciliation- Like DR Carey, Reverend Evers was already knee deep in spiritual assuagement conversations with several Officers. Perhaps some other time James would make a point to talk to him. LCDR Richard Spears walked up and stood beside him.

"James? You ok?"

"No, not really."

Spears sensed that James was troubled and decided to change the topic. "How do you like the quarters you and I are sharing."

"More roomy than onboard the Lexington." There was a pause of silence. "How long do you think this lockdown will last?" Asked James.

"Who knows, this station has over 100,000 personnel onboard. Finding a needle in a haystack would be a breeze in comparison."

"You know what, I'm kind of tired and think I’ll call it day. I'll see you back at our quarters." He didn't bother to hear if Spears responded to his decision.

The large turbocar doors opened on deck S-988. COL James Horne stepped onto the portion of the Starbase that contained the most amount of decking throughout the super-structure. He walked along the long and huge green strip upon the floor that snakes itself around the corner and into infinity.

Section 66700 was the part of the station that provided living quarters for all of its occupants to rest their weary heads after a long day's (or night's) shift. This ultimate achievement in technology is home to Starfleet and nonStarfleet personnel. A space station, particularly a Starbase, has no such constraints, as does a Starship when it comes to its layouts. It is essentially a stationary monolith with a 1,272-deck design. The corridors of the Starbase are over twice the standard width of a Starship. This is necessary in order to accommodate the huge population it supports. It is well lit, with colored stripes to indicate directions toward a specific destination. Every 50 feet, on either side of the corridor, there is an outlined grid of the station. Section 66700 is highlighted in red. The very thin strip that represents the deck numbers (S-988) is highlighted in yellow followed by the words on the side that say, YOU ARE HERE.

COL Horne's feelings were mixed. He just came from the funeral of a woman whom he knew, but hoped to know better. Now that hope was dashed forever. She served as his commanding officer. Captain of the Lexington, she was quickly promoted to Rear Admiral, and just as quickly murdered. Murdered seemingly for no apparent reason. Horne had experienced enough to realize that very little makes sense in this universe, but her death aches at his soul. Ever since she had the short and painful affair with his brother, she had reacted cold and distant to him. He knew that the resemblance between Lewis and himself was striking and that it would have taken time for her to see he was not like his brother. Unfortunately that will never be.

Horne finally came to the door of his assigned quarters. Riding in that turbocar will take some getting used to he thought to himself. It took 5 minutes for him to go from Section 9003 of the Recreation Dome to Residential Section

Not only that, you have to have a 'Travel Pass' in order to operate the thing. He inserted his Travel Pass (which also acts as a security key to one's quarters) into the waist high slot. Small indicator lights flickered and simultaneously flashed green. The door opened. He stepped into the darken room.

He begin to unbutton the tight of collar of his dress uniform. He stopped when he heard someone speak from the shadows in the corner of the room. Then there was movement as someone approached him.

"I've been waiting for you."

Instantly, COL Horne grabbed the first thing he could get his hands on. It happened to be a small tray setting on a nearby table. He flung the tray in the direction of the movement and it hit something solid.

"OWW!"

COL Horne leaped toward the unseen body and threw it to the floor. He pulled back a fist and readied to bring it down with ferocious retribution when the voice of the intruder seemed familiar.

"Jimmy, knock it off! It's me damn it! It's me!"

Horne issued an order to the automated systems of the room. "Computer, lights!"

The illumination revealed the last person he would ever expect to see in his quarters. "Lewis! You idiot!" Exploded James. He rose from atop his brother and asked, "How the hell did you get in here? And, on the station for that matter?"

Lewis lifted his hand to James, "Aren't you going to help me up?"

James was hesitant but reached down and helped Lewis to his feet. "You owe me an explanation."

"Not only you, but for the death of CAPT Eastwood as well."

"Admiral Eastwood," James corrected his brother.

Lewis was stunned by this new piece of information and sat down on a couch in the room. "So, that's why they summoned her here, to promote her. God! The best thing that could've ever happened to her, and she's murdered." He said angrily.

Horne sat down in a seat in front of Lewis and demanded answers. "I can't believe what I'm hearing. You knew she was called here? You knew Athena was killed? You will come clean with me Lewis. We're going to Admiral Brannon and you will tell us everything, or by God, I won't hesitate to mop the deck with you."

Lewis couldn't help but smile at his brother's threat. "All right, we'll go to Brannon and I'll tell you all of what I know."

"Fine! Let's go." Ordered James standing up and heading for the door.

"Jim wait, I need you to do something for me." Lewis paused then continued. "I want to see her."

Horne's eyes widen in disbelief. 'What? Are you, crazy? She's been beamed to the Infirmary!'

"I know... I wanted to be at the funeral, but for obvious reasons I couldn't. It took all of my resources just to get to your quarters. Please Jim, I have to see her."

James looked at his brother and saw the torture in his eyes. Why should he do any thing for Lewis, he thought. It's because of him Athena kept her distance from me. It's because of him, old feelings of resentment erupted to the surface. Why should I do anything for him anyway?

Two hands pulled out a cylinder from its enclosed space within the wall. Cold, dry, mist, an after effect of stasis refrigeration, poured out followed by a hissing noise. On the face of the tube is a see through glass like material. One can see the resting face of Athena Eastwood.

"This is highly irregular Colonel," protested CIVIC) Dillworthy.

"I'll take full responsibility, open it." responded COL Horne.

Lewis stood in silence next to James. Reluctantly, LCDR Dillworthy taped a few keys upon the stasis tube. The proper sequence deactivated the seals followed by another hissing sound. The top of the tube began to rise automatically. When it came to a complete stop, Lewis stepped forward to look upon the one woman who could have changed his life. He had feelings for this woman that he had never felt before. Was it love he felt? He didn't know, but now he wouldn't have the chance to find out His heart ached to hold her in his arms again. To relive the passion they shared. His eyes began to fill with tears of his loss, but most importantly, guilt. He felt he was responsible for her death.

Dillworthy confronted COL Horne, "This will require your signature on a few forms I'll have to fill out."

"Of course."

They both departed and left Lewis alone. He gently caressed Athena's cheek and ran his fingers through the beautiful red hair he used to bury his face in when they made love. He looked to her face and although she was gone, she was as beautiful in death as she was in life. Lewis bent down and kissed her lips for one last time. As he lifted his head something caught his eye on her uniform. It was her new rank insignia pin. A close inspection of the ornament looked like the pin wasn't made in 100% gold. A small piece of silver glimmered at the end of the pin where the gold had been scraped off and a tiny micro-fiber peered out from it. Only a man deep in espionage would immediately recognize it as something other than what it appeared to be. He gently removed the pin and quickly stuck it in his pocket when he heard Dillworthy and James returning.

"I trust you have completed your final good-byes, Mr. Horne?" Dillworthy asked in a rather patronizing tone.

"Very much so, thank you doctor." Lewis turned to his younger brother and said, "Let's go see Brannon now."

It has become an uncomfortable shore leave for the Lexington crew. Those personnel not in security are coordinated by station security concerning the investigation of Eastwood's murder. Everyone is a suspect. For example, Commander Spears had just had the most frustrating interview with Commander Liotta.

As Spears was passing the dining area, he noticed Bodden sitting alone at a table staring into his coffee cup. Maybe he was thinking of his scheduled questioning in three hours, Spears thought. It didn't take the uncanny psychic abilities he already posses to figure out the mood of his temporary roommate.

"Still thinking about Eastwood?" Spears asked as he sat down across from James.

"Yeah," he sighed.

"Tell me something, you've seen a lot in your life. I'm sure you've seen more than your fair share of death."

"I guess," responded Bodden with flat emotion.

"Then why does Admiral Eastwood's death strike such a cord with you? Did you know her really well?

James leaned back in his chair unable to immediately answer the question put forth to him

"No, I didn't really know her all that well. My life before Starfleet was a little ... chaotic." They both snickered to the understatement. "I guess I assumed that death in a Starfleet uniform would have purpose. A kind of sense of knowing what you died for before you die. Admiral Eastwood's death flies in the face of that assumption,"

"No offense," said Spears, "Everyone knows you've had to see Commander Carey on some occasions, have you spoken to her about this?"

"No, and don't intend to. This trouble is of the spirit, not the mind. However, I think there is one person I can see."

"Who?"

Onboard the docked Lexington, CDR Bay sat in the Captain's chair filling out a report given to her by one of the many Ensigns that make her skeleton crew. Most of the senior staff had left the ship to attend a party. No one would have thought it would be a funeral instead, even those left aboard the Lexington.

"Commander, there's a message on a secure channel from Captain Stryker. It's being transmitted from Admiral Brannon's office. He wants to speak to you privately, Sir."

"Very well. Pipe through to the Ready Room." Bay completed and handed the PADD back to the Ensign. She entered the Captain's Ready Room and turned the desktop monitor around to face her and pushed a button to activate it. CAPT Stryker appeared.

"Good evening, Sir."

"Good evening Commander. Is everything running smoothly onboard?"

"Yes, sir. The crew is startled by Eastwood's death. It's not everyday we loose our Captain to assignation."

"I realize this is a difficult time for you and the rest of the crew, but until the duration of this investigation you can expect Condition 4 for an indefinite period of time."

"Understood, sir. I have been notified that you have been assigned our new commanding officer. Congratulations, Sir."

"Thank you, Commander. I will contact you if there is any important information to report. Until then continue on. And Commander, any problems develop you can contact me at WS0038. Stryker out."

Wolphbane Stryker turned from the Admiral's desk and looked over the room. The office was huge and had a wide 180-degree view of ships that were currently docked one of them being the LEXINGTON. He could picture Brannon sitting in his chair, puffing on a big cigar and watching every move made in the spaceport. A bustle of space-suited jet packed technicians, one or two manned Workbees, and Travel Pods would have littered this gigantic enclosed dome. But, now things were pretty quiet. All in coming traffic was rerouted to other spaceports until further notice.

CAPT Stryker joined the other top ranking officers sitting at the conference table in a room next to the Admiral's office. Sitting at the head of the table was FADM Brannon with VADM Alisha Black seated on his right. On the left of the Admiral sat Commander Austin Liotta and LCDR Patricia Ranceco, the station's Chief Engineer. Stryker took a seat next to Admiral Black. In the middle of the table sat a tri-screened desktop monitor.

"Everything check out aboard the Lexington, Captain Stryker?" asked Brannon.

"Yes, Sir. I believe CDR Bay has the situation in hand."

"How did she take the news of her re-assignment?" asked Alisha Black.

"I didn't get around to that subject, Sir. Given the current situation I thought it best to wait to break the news."

"Ah, a prudent decision Captain," responded Brannon. "But, a futile attempt at escape. Sooner or later, you're going to have to 'shave the dog'."

"Preferably later than sooner, Sir."

"Unfortunately Captain, Starfleet is not in the business of allowing its personnel to dictate their next posting. She will go where she is assigned and that will be the end of it."

CAPT Stryker nodded in agreement.

"Commander DaVinci is signing all the forms in registration then she'll be all yours, Captain. I've read her records. I think she'll be a great First Officer for the Lexington. She's bright and ..." Alisha was interrupted.

The double doors to the conference room opened and COL Horne, LCDR Gene Dillworthy, and Lewis Horne walked in. Lewis and COL Horne sat down at the table while Dillworthy handed a PADD to Admiral Brannon. After scanning the PADD, Brannon looked up at Lewis.

"First of all, I want to make it clear that I do not appreciate you sneaking aboard my station." He glanced at Liotta. "Obviously, some security measures will have to be reviewed."

Liotta looked embarrassed and turned a disdainful glance to Lewis.

The Admiral continued, "COL Horne has reported to me that you have vital information in regards to the death of Admiral Eastwood. I'd like to hear it."

Lewis stared into the eyes of the Admiral. He had been trained to always keep eye contact when speaking with someone. You could tell a lot about a person from the expressions in their eyes. Fear, sadness, joy and danger, all of these emotions could be seen in the eyes. Brannon's eye's showed anger.

"Sir, I believe Admiral Eastwood was murdered... because of me."

Everyone in the room turned their attention to Lewis.

"Please explain this Mr. Horne, I'm all ears?" asked Brannon.

"I can't Sir."

"What do you mean you can't? I don't like playing games, Mr. Horne..."

"No games, Admiral, I have been conditioned not to reveal information under the slightest duress. I think it would be helpful if you contacted my superior."

"And who might that be?"

"I can't tell you, Sir."

"Dammit! Listen mister..." Stryker exploded.

VADM Black spoke, "Sir, I have heard of selective information suppressing techniques. It's a psychologically induced method of keeping agents from revealing anything about who, what and why, even if they wanted to."

Brannon ordered, "Get me Admiral Kurami of Intelligence on the line."

"Yes, sir." Black left the table and went into the Admiral's office. A few minutes later she returned. The tri-screened monitor on the table came alive and RADM Kurami appeared.

Admiral Brannon, It's good to see you sir. How can I help you?"

"Kurami, I assume you are aware of the current status of this Starbase."

"Yes Sir.

"At the far end of the table, I have one of your boys. Did you send him here?"

Lewis looked at Kurami from his side of the screen. He sensed a look of disappointment and annoyance.

"No Sir! This agent has violated the order of his operation. He should not be there."

"Mr. Horne has information which could be of great use. Unfortunately, he can't divulge it because of some 'psychological lockout'. I need that information and I need it now."

"Yes Sir." Kurami addressed his subordinate. "Agent Horne, listen carefully. Tango-Tango-Tango-Release-Optimum-Release-Red One."

Lewis shuddered a little and his expression softened.

"He is now able to answer any questions you put forth to him, Sir."

"Thank you Kurami, I owe you one," commented Brannon. "Now Mr. Horne, please explain what you know."

"I believe Athena Eastwood was killed in order to bring me out in the open. I think the killer is an assassin sent by the Romulan Empire and could very well be a disguised Romulan."

"What basis do you have for this theory?" asked Admiral Brannon.

"As you heard, when Admiral Kurami unlocked my conscious, the last words he said were 'Red One'. Red One is my field identification. I think they found out who I was and used my identification on the card by Eastwood's body."

"Why her? What was your connection to Athena Eastwood?"

"A few months ago I posed as an aide to Ambassador Hayes. My objective was to determine and thwart any attempt on him by Romulan Intelligence. I found the informant, but not before Ambassador Hayes was kidnapped. It was because of that, CAPT Eastwood arrived on the scene. I purposely established a personal rapport with her for informational purposes. I didn't count on developing deep feelings for her, as I believe she for me. The mission concluded in the safe return of Ambassador Hayes. But, in the process, two agents of the Tal Shiar were killed. I am now targeted for their deaths."

"Why is this man still in the field Kurami?" Brannon demanded.

"Intelligence received information a few days ago that Agent Horne was marked for termination. He was engaged in a current operation and there was no time to pull him out without compromising the mission."

"It would seem the murder of one of my top officers was enough." Brannon grumbled. "I want a detailed list of every Romulan assassin Intelligence knows of that operates in this sector."

"Yes Sir, Admiral Brannon. I'll get on it right away. Is that all, sir?" Kurami didn't look too happy.

"That'll do for now. Brannon out." He turned to Liotta; "I want a roster of everyone who just recently came aboard this station in the past month."

Lewis rose from his seat and pulled forth the lapel from his pocket. He handed the pin to Brannon. "Sir, I believe the assassin had an inside accomplice. I... appropriated this from Athena's uniform. This lapel was planted on Athena before she died. It is a tracking device that was used by the killer to locate her."

Brannon took the pin and looked at Lewis. "Mr. Horne, under different circumstances I would've had you thrown out of the nearest airlock for removing a personal item from the dead."

The Admiral examined the lapel and looked up in shock. "This is impossible!"

Brannon handed the pin to VADM Black, adding, "This is my old lapel. The same one I gave Athena when I promoted her in this office a few days ago. All the years I've worn that thing; I would have discovered if it were a tracking device."

"Then it's reasonable to assume it was switched with the real one." Stated VADM Black as she handed back the lapel to him.

"The next question is, who has full access to your office, Sir?" asked CAPT Stryker.

"Two people, my personal assistant secretary, Commander Williams," he looked at Alisha, 'And Admiral Black.'

All eyes suddenly focused on Black. The blank look on her face didn't reveal the turmoil she felt inside.

He turned his gaze back to the lapel. "But, I refuse to suspect my Chief

Of Staff.'

"I think that's a mistake..." Lewis began to protest.

"I suggest you sit down Mr. Horne!" The Admiral's voice boomed throughout the room.

Lewis realized that he had push a little too hard and sat down quietly.

Brannon handed the lapel over to CDR Liotta. "I am authorizing you to pick up CDR Williams for interrogation at 0900. I also want a thorough investigation of his past where abouts off this station."

The Admiral turned his glaze on Lewis. 'While that is taking place, Mr. Horne, I want you to do a little digging around in Williams' quarters. I don't want a lot of uniforms near that cabin. If he's not involved, I don't want to cause him unnecessary stress over this."

Lewis nodded and Liotta frowned. He didn't like Horne in the first place and second, he didn't like him doing the job he himself should be doing.

"Gentlemen, we have an assassin to catch. Let me state this very clearly for the record and to you specifically Mr. Horne, I want this murderer captured alive. Dismissed."

"Evening Reverend Evers," Bodden greeted as he stepped into the

chapel.

The good Reverend had just finished his prayers and rose to his feet. "Good evening, son."

"I hope I'm not coming at a bad time."

"Not at all. Please, come in and sit down."

Both men sat down together upon the front bench. "Now, what can I do for you Commander...?"

"Bodden... James Bodden. That's a pretty nice accent you've got there. Where are you from... if you don't mind my asking?"

Evers smiled, "I'm from the most beautiful continent on Earth, Australia. I will fully admit to my bias of the beauty of my country."

Both men chuckle in amusement.

'Well Commander Bodden, what can I do for you?"

"I've been having a little... quagmire of the spirit lately Reverend. Admiral Eastwood was my Captain and her death really shook my belief that only the 'bad' die a meaningless death."

"Ah yes, I see your dilemma. Suffice to say we live in a wondrous age of high technology. We can shape and affect most details of our lives. But, like our ancestors before us, who had nothing but sticks and stone, we can not control the details of our deaths. Always keep in mind Commander, 'The manner of ones death does not always follow ones unshakable resolve in life'."

"I follow you Reverend."

"Tell me Commander, do you have a faith that you practice?"

"No Reverend, I only believe in what I can see, hear, smell, and touch. Everything else I don't think about."

"Well, as one man to another, not as a man of the cloth, perhaps you should consider the possibility of something beyond what you can see, hear, smell, and touch. Just consider it and nothing more for now."

James Bodden stood up to leave. Evers stood and they shook hands. "1 will give it some thought, Reverend. I'm glad I came_ Thank you."

"And I am glad you came as well my son. Feel free to stop by and chat anytime. Evers smiled and added, "Maybe you could come to the Sunday service.'

"I'll consider it," Bodden answered and left.

At 0945 the next morning, Lewis walked along the corridor leading to William's quarters. He stopped in front of the cabin door and glanced both directions to note traffic. Only one person passed by him and once she cleared the corner, he pulled forth a special pass from his pocket that gave him access to those quarters. He slipped it in the slot, all lights went green and the door slid open. Lewis quickly stepped inside and shut the door.

"Computer, lights."

The room lit up. The quarters were arranged in the style of most cabins as far as the furniture arrangement went. The work desk had papers strung about that Lewis quickly glanced through. They turn out to be nothing in particular, just business letters and correspondences. There was also a framed picture of CDR Williams with a young woman. He scanned a neatly arranged bookshelf.

Next he headed for the sleeping quarters. Everything was in order and after carefully searching and putting everything back the way it was, Lewis returned to the main room again.

He looked around. There has to be something here to link this man to Athena, he thought.

Lewis looked back at the photo and picked it up. He turned it upside down and flipped it over to the backside. He tried to open the covering but it had tiny screws holding the backing to the frame. Finally in frustration, Lewis smashed the frame against the desk shattering the glass. He removed the photo. Taped to the inside of the cardboard was the evidence he's been searching for.

"Hello there." Lewis mumbled to himself. He peeled back the black adhesive tape and found Brannon's original Rear Admiral Lapel. Lewis gently pried it from its hiding place. The lapel sparkled in the light as if it were a piece of jewelry. Indeed it was the catch of the day.

FADM Brannon entered the room where the interrogation of CDR Williams was being conducted. Austin Liotta was asking the questions as Williams sat in a chair that had a bio-feed back lie detector attached to it. Williams' right hand rested upon a circular surface that completely lit up in brilliant white light.

"Once again, where were you the night Admiral Eastwood was killed?" asked Liotta.

Williams looked at Brannon as he answered the question. "I was working late that night. I left my station after Alpha Shift and before Beta Shift arrived."

"Which leaves you with no one to verify your claim?"

"Yes."

'What time was that?"

"I don't remember exactly. At 2355 or around that time."

"And where did you go from there?"

"I wanted to unwind a little, so I went to the Recreation Deck for some boating in the lake."

"Do you go boating often to unwind?"

"… No."

"But on this particular night, you did?"

"Yes."

"Was there anyone else on the lake?"

"No"

"Which again leaves you with no one to verify your claim?"

"No, Sir... no one."

Addressing the Admiral out of frustration, Williams asked, "Sir, this is absurd! What reason would I possibly have to kill Admiral Eastwood?"

"You tell me son," answered Brannon as he signaled Liotta he was taking over the interrogation.

"What are you talking about, Sir?" responded Williams.

"How long have you been with me Commander?"

"Seven years, Sir."

"And in all that time, how many vacations have you taken?"

"What?"

"Answer the question," Liotta said.

Williams searched his memory and answered," Five... no, four."

"Every one of them off of this station?" Brannon continued.

"Yes'

'Were they good vacations? Was there something special about them? Anything about them that brings forth happy memories?"

"Sir, I fail to see the significance of these questions."

"The significant thing I'm eluding to Commander is that you're lying."

CDR Williams' face didn't flinch or even twitch at the accusation.

Brannon held up a PADD he was carrying and glanced at Williams.

"I authorized Starfleet Intelligence to do a complete background check on you. You were clean until the matter of your so-called vacation spots came

to light. It’s very interesting that there was someone to verify your presence, even send copies of lodgings and so forth. But, when agents in the area actually showed up to these facilities and interviewed people first hand, they found out that you never existed. No records could be found. And even more intriguing is the fact the person who verified your visits could not be found. This was the case for every place you claimed to have been."

There was silence between the men. Williams' expression didn't change.

"You lied about your vacations and you lied about how many you took. Six, Commander, you took six. Now, either that lie detector you have your hand on is defective, or you have been trained to fool such a device in which case you were never who you appeared to be."

At that moment, Lewis walked in. He handed Brannon the lapel and looked at Williams as he spoke. "I found it in his quarters. It is yours isn't it, Sir?"

The Admiral nodded and they all three stared at Williams.

Very calmly and with no emotion in his voice, Williams said, "I request my right of council."

"You piece of trash!" Lewis spat out. "Is that all you have to say?"

"I request my right of council." Repeated Williams.

Lewis exploded and lunged at Williams, grabbing him by his tunic and pulling him out of the chair. Brannon grabbed Lewis by the shoulders, but couldn't break his grip on Williams. Liotta jumped forward and the two men finally pulled Lewis away from Williams. They no sooner pried him loose when Lewis broke away and grabbed Williams again.

"You traitorous son-of-a-bitch! You killed her! Why did you have to kill her? I was the target not her! She trusted you! She trusted you!"

"That's enough, Horne! Let him go! Now!" Yelled Brannon.

"I'll kill him! I swear to God, I'll kill him! "

"I said let him go!" Once more the combined strength of Brannon and Liotta tore Lewis away from Williams. Both men shove him back

CDR Williams gracefully straightened his tunic, and sat back into the interrogation chair, a slight smirk forming on his lips.

Brannon grabbed Lewis by the jaw to get him to look at him. "You calm down you hear me! I want you cool, and I want you calm now!"

Lewis' eyes were filled with tears of rage. His breathing began to slow down and he began to relax.

"Now, get out of here, Lewis. We'll handle this," Brannon spoke softly.

Looking at CDR Williams with hate, Lewis reluctantly obeyed and left.

Liotta pulled his phaser and pointed it in Williams' direction. "On your feet! You can see your council from a holding cell."

"No wait," countered Brannon. "I don't want him in a holding cell. For the time being, confine him to his quarters under twenty four-hour watches. Two guards at all time."

"Yes, Sir." Liotta a little puzzled, waved his phaser at Williams, "Alright you, let's go."

Brannon looked on as both men exited the room.

It was 0200 as LCDR Bodden lay on his back in bed, staring at the ceiling. He had not been able to get to sleep. Most of the time his thoughts surrounded the words Reverend Evers spoke. Rising from his bed, he decided to dress. Very quietly, not wishing to disturb Spears, he exited his quarters.

Reaching the turbocar elevator, he stepped through the open doors. Inside was another station crewmember. The door closed. The turbocar continued its ascent. Bodden felt along his pockets for his Free Meal card issued by the dining room and came to the realization that he had forgotten it in his quarters. He turned to the other officer.

"Say, I forgot something. Could you direct the turbocar to take me back up?"

"Sorry Commander, I'm late for my shift. However..." The station crewmember slipped his Travel Pass in the access slot. "Computer, stop at the next deck-"

The turbocar came to a halt. The doors opened and Bodden stepped out.

"It may take awhile, but I'll send the turbocar back down to you with instructions for it to drop you off at S-988." The doors closed and the turbocar continued its destination.

Bodden looked at the plaque on the wall, which indicated he was on deck S-985. 'S-985. My deck is only 3 decks down'. He looked down the seemingly endless corridor. "I wonder if there is a stairwell or vertical access way?"

James began his journey down the corridor, looking for something that existed on a Starship, like the Lexington, but not necessarily on a Starbase. He walked and searched, searched and walked. The corridor seemed like it went on into eternity. After about ten minutes of walking, he wondered if he shouldn't have remained waiting for the turbocar to come back for him.

Something attracted his attention out of the corner of his eye. The door to quarters S-985772 was not closed completely. In fact, there was a hand visible on the floor that kept it from closing completely. Bodden slowly approached the door. It responded to his presence by automatically opening. On the floor lay a dead station security guard.

Bodden walked into the darkened quarters. His heart was beating a little faster than normal. He should have called for security when he saw the dead officer, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. It did flash through his mind that the intruder could still be in the cabin.

"Computer, lights."

The full ambiance of light displayed broken furniture turned over tables, and broken glass. Amongst the debris was another dead security guard lying on the cabin floor.

Bodden hit the Comm. button on the wall. "Emergency! Emergency! Two casualties in S-985772! Repeat two casualties! Request immediate assistance!"

Ten minutes later Deck S-985 was a buzz with activity. People came out of their quarters to see what the commotion was about. Security personnel stood guard outside the quarters of S-985772 now and allowed only certain personnel in.

Both COL Horne and Lewis came racing down the corridor. Once inside, they found security investigators sifting through the mess. LCDR Bodden, Liotta, and Dillworthy, with her medical team, were there. Admiral Brannon and CAPT Stryker were standing in a corner talking. Lewis made his way over to them. CAPT Stryker turned from the Admiral and started asking some questions from Bodden when Liotta began speaking with Brannon.

Lewis walked up to Brannon and interrupted his discussion with Liotta.

"Where is he?"

Brannon did not speak. Instead he signaled him to follow him to the main bedroom. Dillworthy and few of his medical personnel had just went into the room. On the bed lay the naked body of CDR Williams. He was lying on his stomach and his back was carved open. Blood soaked his body as well as the bed. Dillworthy worked over the dead man with a medical tricorder and a data PADD. He noticed FADM Brannon and walked over to him.

"Completely human Admiral... minus his spinal cord I'm afraid," reported Dillworthy.

"What was the estimated time of death for all three of these men?" asked Brannon.

"Well, those two security guards out there died about fifteen minutes before Williams. Their deaths were near instantaneous due to their necks being snapped. Williams' death on the other hand was slow and painful. Who ever killed him, wanted him to suffer first."

"Romulans don't take kindly to failure." Interjected Lewis.

He walked out of the bedroom, and out of the quarters. COL Horne followed him. Liotta finished questioning Bodden and Bodden also left the scene. CAPT Stryker joined the Admiral.

"Admiral, my condolences to the loss of two of your security men."

"It's my own fault. Just like everybody else, I thought we had finally caught the real killer. I just don't understand it. The evidence was so strong against him. The killer is still out there, somewhere on my station."

"Sir, what puzzles me is those two men were told Williams was to receive no visitors. He was under house arrest. Those men were killed inside these quarters. There is no evidence that the real killer battled his way in."

"You're right Captain. Who ever approached these men had to be someone they didn't see as a threat."

Outside the cabin Lewis was resting against a bulkhead while Horne tried to talk with him. "Look, you can't blame yourself. We all thought he was the murderer, not just you. One thing is certain; he was an accomplice at least."

"It's not him dying I regret." responded Lewis. "It's just... we'll never know what made him turn. What made him betray the Federation for the Romulans?"

As Bodden came out of Williams' quarters, Lewis stopped him. "Hey, you were the one that found them, right?"

"That's right. Evening Colonel," Bodden greeted.

Looking more closely at Lewis the memories came flooding back. "Wait a minute, I know you. You're the guy who posed as Ambassador Hayes’ aide and nearly got him killed."

Bodden stepped toward Lewis and Horne jumped in between them. "Easy Commander! It's not what it you think. For high level security reasons, we can't go into it."

Bodden backed off. "I see. I assume those dead men in there are connected to Admiral Eastwood's death."

"One of them was, yes. We thought he was the killer, but it turned out he was just a lackey and was killed for failing to cover his tracks by the real murderer," stated Lewis.

"I don't get it. Who's this guy really after?" asked Bodden.

"Me." answered Lewis.

"I have a feeling he's going to make his move soon," added Horne.

"Yeah, your right. Now that there's been more murders on the station security will be doubled everywhere. Pretty soon, he won't get another chance." commented Lewis.

"If that's the case, the battle is halfway won… All we have to do is wait for him to come to you," suggested Bodden.

Lewis' face tightened. "You're right. It could be just as easy as setting a trap to make him show his hand. We might be able to end this and catch the bastard! I think the fewer people involved would be wise."

Turning to Horne, Lewis said, "Jim, I need your help more than I ever have. Help me end this and catch Athena's killer."

Horne was startled at his brother's request. Lewis had never asked for his help in all the time they'd been together, which wasn't much the last several years. But, he had never seen Lewis this hurt much before. "I'm with you all the way. This is going to end."

They both looked at Bodden. No words had to be spoken. Bodden clamped his hand around theirs and gave his allegiance. "Who ever this guy is, his hours as an assassin are numbered. He's going to know the price of killing our Admiral... my Captain!" Bodden promised.

At 0100 Lewis entered the Observation Deck on the station. The room was dark, but he didn't bother to command for the lights. He walked over to the lookout port and watched the passing stars.

"I've been waiting for you."

Lewis' body tensed.

"So, we finally meet," Lewis said as he kept his face forward and making no sudden movements.

"A meeting that has taken me a great deal to set up, and one that you will take to your grave." Said the voice.

"You didn't have to kill Williams did you? He didn't really fail in his part of the mission, did he?"

"Right on both counts, but I needed a distraction in order to get to my target. You saw his corpse. You already know the talents I posses. Believe me; I have something very special in mind for you."

Lewis listened to the voice. It sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Tell me, before I die, are you what I think you are?"

"I really shouldn't, but then you are a worthy assignment... Yes, I am Romulan... Tal Shiar branch."

"I am very impressed, particularly with your surgical disguise. At least, let me see the face of he who is to become my executioner."

Soft footsteps approached Lewis from behind and stop at his side. "It is not as if it makes a difference. Computer, lights on low."

The room lit up enough for Lewis to see the killer. Standing beside him, with a Starfleet pistol in his right hand and a bolo knife in his left, was Reverend Evers. His Australian accent no longer discernable.

"Leave it to the Romulans to mock what is sacred." growled Lewis.

The Romulan sneered and pointed his phaser at Lewis. "I've been instructed to bring back your head. First I will stun you, but not enough to put you totally out. Then I will slowly decapitate my prize from your body."

Lewis slowly moved his hand to grab the special-made hand phaser that was strapped at his waist under his shirt. His next actions were quick and he held the phaser pointed at the head of the Romulan before Evers knew what happen.

"I like my head right where it's at." Lewis smiled and continued. "Now, drop the phaser and knife. Don't be fooled by the size of this phaser. I guarantee that it can make a rather large hole it your head."

The Romulan dropped his weapons. He had been too confident and dropped his guard.

Lewis quickly collected the weapons from the deck. The Romulan, feeling he had nothing to lose, lunged forward and knocked Lewis off balance. Lewis fell backwards and the weapons went scattering across the deck. Evers tried to reach one of them, but Lewis kicked his feet out from under him and sent him sprawling. Both men jumped to their feet quickly. Evers landed a kick to Lewis' midsection, knocking the air from his lungs. He once more tried to retrieve a phaser. Lewis landed a punch to Evers' jaw and followed it with another. Evers staggered backwards. When Lewis moved in, Evers had removed his belt and caught Lewis across the forehead with the buckle causing a huge gash. Lewis went down.

Someone entered the room. Evers ran to the doors and almost knocked COL Horne down as he made his escape. Jim made his way to Lewis who was slowly getting to his feet. Blood was running down his face from the cut. He swiped the back of his hand across his face to keep the blood out of his eyes.

"Dammit Lewis, do you always have to prove something?" Home asked angrily. "You weren't supposed to be here for another hour. What the hell is wrong with you man? You have a death wish?"

Lewis wasn't listening to a thing his brother said. "Where'd he go?"

"I don't know he ran out of here when I came in."

Lewis rushed past Horne and ran out the door. COL Horne followed.

Reverend Evers walked down the corridor as fast as he could without causing suspicion. He made his way to one of the turbocars. When the doors slid open, James Bodden stood before him.

"Evening Reverend."

James noticed the torn robe and bruises on Evers face and on pure impulse he knocked Evers off his feet with one big punch to the jaw. The Romulan landed on his back. Bodden reached down and grabbed a bunch of material pulling Evers to his feet.

"So, you're the one. Now, you've really shot my faith all to hell, Reverend."

Evers lashed out and kicked Bodden in the leg, which caused him to loosen his grip. When the Romulan tried to enter the turbocar, James caught him across the back of the neck with a two handed punch. Evers fell forward into the car and hit the back wall with a thud. He turned and lunged at Bodden trying to push him from the turbocar. Bodden was holding his ground, so Evers brought his head forward hitting Bodden squarely in his face. Bodden fell backwards and this gave Evers the time he need. He closed the car doors and was off.

Lewis and COL Horne arrived on the scene and helped Bodden to his feet.

"Shit! I should have seen that coming. I had him in my hands," Bodden related. He looked at Lewis. "Hey, you all right, man?"

Lewis had to smile because Bodden's nose was bleeding all over himself.

"Where did he go?" Lewis asked.

Bodden pointed to the turbocar doors and Lewis slammed his hands against the closed doors in frustration. COL Horn went to the communicator on the bulkhead and opened a circuit.

Liotta was sitting at his desk going over a data PADD when a security officer rushed into the room.

"Sir, I've got Colonel Horne on the line! He said he and his brother have the killer on the run- It's Reverend Evers!" The officer said in disbelief.

Liotta tapped his desk communicator. "This is Liotta Colonel, what's your situation?"

"Reverend Evers got away in a turbocar from level S-976. Do whatever you can to stop that car. I also have two injured."

"Copy that."

Inside the turbocar, Reverend Evers looked at the number of decks the car was traversing. Expectedly, the car came to a jerky stop. He instantly reached upward and grabbed a suspended handle upon the ceiling of the car. With the strength befitting of his race, he pulled down and tore off the lid to the emergency exit as if it were cardboard. Evers leaped upwards, his body clearing the opening, and landed on his feet upon the top of the turbocar. Looking up, an upward endless tunnel appeared before him. A noise from below attracted his attention. It was another turbocar on the other side of the travelcore tube coming up.

The Romulan used his belt once more, and touched a tiny pinhead, which activated two tiny prongs to unsheathe.

As the second turbocar rose above his eyesight level, and continued on its way, Evers pointed his device at the bottom of the turbocar and shot the belt buckle. The tiny prongs made contact, and pierced the metal. A tiny wire extended from the belt to the belt buckle. Quickly wrapping his belt around his right hand, he held on as the car pulled him off and upward with it.

The doors opened to a turbocar. Cautiously, seven security guards entered the turbocar with phaser rifles raised. It was empty. Only the ripped off door on the car lent evidence of someone having been there. Quickly, they hoisted a man up the opening to take a look. He signaled to be let down. "There's nobody up there, Sir."

The group leader pulled out his communicator. "Commander, suspect has fled the turbocar via the roof emergency exit. Request emergency deck by deck lock down... over."

COL Horne, Lewis and Bodden stood by the wall mounted communicator waiting for news from Liotta. A medical team was attending to the cut on Lewis' head and Bodden’s face. Bodden's nose was broken and his eyes were starting to blacken.

"Boy, you guys look like hell," commented Horne.

Suddenly, the Red Alert klaxons went off. Red neon lights attached to the side bulkhead began flashing off and on. COL Horne hit the communicator button.

"Commander Liotta, what's going on?"

"The suspect was not in the turbocar. He escaped through the top emergency exit, but there is no access tunnel near that turbocar. We're initiating an emergency deck by deck search in that area. All of the turbocars in that area are shut down."

"He's a Romulan. Can't you lock onto him and beam him into a holding cell?"

"Negative! He must be carrying some device that is masking his biosignature. That's why we couldn’t find him in the first place. A total sweep of the station revealed no Romulans."

"Commander, what other turbocar was in service at the time you stopped the last one?" asked COL Horne.

There was silence for a few seconds before Liotta spoke. "Dry-dock Section. Dock A-L"

Lewis' eyes widened as he said, "I think I know what his plans are." Turning to Bodden he said, "Check your pockets."

'What?"

"Check your pockets, dammit! Do you still have your Travel Pass?"

Bodden dug into his pockets coming up empty. The Romulan must have taken it during their struggle.

"Commander, can you lock onto Commander James Bodden's Travel Pass?" asked Lewis

After a few seconds delay, "Affirmative' Shows to be at Deck A-1."

"Commander, will you lock on the three of us and beam us to Deck A?"

"Negative. Non-security personnel are restricted to one person per transport."

Immediately COL Horne tossed his brother his phaser rifle. "You go." He said. "Get the bastard for Athena."

Lewis shook his head in the affirmative then turned to the Comm.

"Commander, beam me outside Admiral Brannon's office along with a detachment.'

"Stand by." A couple seconds later. "Beginning transport."

On Deck A-1, Lewis materialized in the corridor just in front of FADM Brannon's office. A detachment of five security guards materialized after him. It was now 0310. Brannon and CAPT Stryker beamed in together. Each was in bathrobes and carrying phaser pistols. Lewis approached Brannon.

"Sir, the Romulan assassin is Reverend Evers. We had him trapped below decks, but he managed to make a break for it up here."

"It doesn't matter where he goes, there's no way off this station," extorted FADM Brannon.

"Except by taking a hostage," responded Lewis.

"And what better hostage than you, Sir?" concluded CAPT Stryker.

"Well, if he's in there he's made one hell of a blunder. Let's get in there."

Brannon signaled the security guards to station themselves around the office door He then slipped his Travel Pass card into the access slot and the door flew opened. The security guards rushed in with Brannon, Stryker and Lewis following. Everyone halted to a stop at the scene before them. The Romulan was holding a phaser pistol at the temple of VADM Alisha Black. She was dressed in full uniform.

"Well, it's about time you got here Lewis. Now that I have everyone's complete and undivided attention, I'll make it brief. First of all, drop your phasers."

The Admiral nodded and they all dropped their phasers to the deck. Lewis dropped the phaser rifle, but he still had the special phaser back behind his shirt.

"Thank you, gentlemen. Now, I want a shuffle with warp capable and no tracking devices. I'll be taking Ms. Black with me of course." There was complete confidence in Evers voice and manner.

"Like hell you are," growled Lewis.

"Spare me your melodramatic platitudes Lewis. I don't think the Admiral would appreciate the loss of another officer on his watch. I suggest you heed my words. I will shoot her."

Lewis pulled the phaser from his shirt and pointed it at Evers once more. His aim was steady

"Mr. Horne!" The Admiral yelled.

"It's not going to end this way. If you let him go with Admiral Black, he will kill her just as easily as he did Admiral Eastwood. Then he will be back to complete his mission." Lewis' eyes filled with hate.

"Don't listen to him Admiral, and you might as well put that pea shooter away Lewis," admonished the Romulan.

"Admiral, I know you want this guy alive for the information he posses." continued Lewis, "But, as an operative in the field, he will escape by any means that he can. The next time he won't make the same mistakes and he will be impossible to flush out."

Admiral Brannon peered at the Romulan.

"I'm not kidding, Admiral. I will kill her-"

Brannon stared into the eyes of his Chief of Staff. He saw no fear in those eyes. There was a very hard choice to be made. He took a deep breath. "Horne…Take him out!"

Lewis fired his phaser. The beam pierced the exposed left shoulder of the Romulan. Evers had a look of complete surprise on his face. Green blood spattered on the side of Black's face. She took that moment to elbow him in the gut and break his grip. She leaped out of the way since Evers hadn't dropped his phaser.

Lewis grabbed a communicator from one of the security men. He stepped forward towards the Romulan with his phaser still pointed at his target. "For Athena!"

The Romulan attempted to raise his weapon in Lewis' direction, but the so-called peashooter had taken off part of his shoulder. Before he could level his weapon at Lewis, Lewis Horne shouted, "Liotta, beam this son-of-a-bitch into space!"

A transporter beam engulfed the Romulan by the time he got his phaser pointing at Lewis. His screams were muffled in the matter stream. Lewis smiled at the thought of the Romulan flowing in space, until his body started bloating, the large veins protruding from his skin, his eyes swelling out of their sockets and then imploding. Yes, justice does prevail.

Five hours later the decks of the Starbase were bright with normal illumination. Positive emotion filled the air in talk and laughter. The Condition 4 had been lifted by order of FADM Brannon. The activity of this mega super-structure in space began to return to normal. Ships embarked and disembark. Shuffles arrived with new crews assigned to the station.

COL Horne walked along side Lewis through one of the many boarding tubes. They had a few minutes before the shuttle arrived.

"What's going to happen to you now?" asked COL Horne.

"I'm probably going to be deactivated from the field now that I've got a mark on my head. I'll have to undergo genetic reconfiguration and surgical make over," answered Lewis.

"Any way to keep in touch with you?"

"Afraid not. The next time we meet you won't recognize me. What about you?"

"I'm being reassigned; my replacement is due here any hour now. I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry for doubting you earlier."

Lewis reached out and shook his brother's hand.

"That's ok Jimmy, I've been a little hard on you the last few years. I understand your mistrust."

The shuttle pulled in for loading. Both brothers stood face to face. James Horne looked like a lost puppy. Finally, Lewis reached out and embraced his brother.

"Take care kid, I promise to look you up. Maybe we can sit down and have a few beers... talk over old times." He broke the embrace and shook James' hand once more.

"Yeah, I'd like that, bro."

Lewis entered the shuffle and James began his journey back through the boarding tube.

FADM Brannon and VADM Black were escorting CAPT Stryker to the boarding tube of the Lexington.

"Well Captain, looks like the time to 'Shave the dog' has come sooner than you wanted," commented Alisha Black.

"I'm afraid you're right, Sir." responded CAPT Stryker.

"Where is your first officer Captain?" asked Brannon.

"She should be waiting for me at the boarding tube, Sir."

When they reached the boarding tube the sight of the LEXINGTON greeted them, hovered beyond, and filling the view like a gigantic mythological beast.

"Isn't she a beautiful?" The Admiral said softly. "She is a legacy that is proud in crew as well as its history." Turning to shake hands with CAPT Stryker he said, "Take good care of her Captain."

"1 will, Sir." CAPT Stryker shook hands with VADM Black

The new XO, CDR Summer L- DaVinci, and LCDR JAMES Bodden escorted the cylinder containing the remains of RADM Eastwood. Bodden’s eyes looked even blacker. His nose was bandaged and his face was swollen.

"Commander DaVinci reporting for duty, Sir."

"Commander Bodden reporting for duty, Sir." They both stood at attention.

"At ease." VADM Black handed CAPT Stryker a data PADD. "Your first act as Captain of the Lexington." She said.

Stryker read the PADD and looked up. "The Crytanus Nebula?"

"That's right," responded Black. "A long time ago, Athena mentioned how fascinated she was by the sight of it. I thought it appropriate."

Stryker looked down at the PADD again. "From there we head to the Marine Outpost, Dergo 4, to pick up our new contingent: the 3rd Special Operations Group."

"SOG for short, Sir," came the voice of COL Horne from behind them. He wasn't alone. "CAPT Stryker, I'd like you to meet my replacement: Lieutenant Colonel Adama Kouger. He will be the group commander of SOG, Sir."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Colonel." Said Stryker as he shook his hand.

"Thank you, Sir."

Stryker turned back to his First Officer.

"Commander DaVinci, escort the remains of Admiral Eastwood aboard and have them prepare for final burial. Then proceed to the bridge."

"Aye, Sir." DaVinci turned to Bodden. "Commander, if you will?"

James acknowledged her order for assistance. Although he was injured and could barely walk, Bodden had insisted on helping bring Eastwood's body aboard the LEXINGTON. The cylinder was maneuvered and escorted into the boarding tube.

CAPT Stryker bid Admiral Brannon, Black and COL Horne farewell. "COL Kouger, if you'll follow me please." Stryker said as he entered the boarding tube.

Stryker walked onto the Bridge. CDR Bay swiveled around in the command chair and immediately rose. "Captain on the bridge!"

Everyone stood at attention.

"As you were," ordered Stryker. Everyone resumed their stations. The captain made his way toward Bay and said, "Commander, will please join me?"

"Yes, Sir."

Bay followed him into the Ready Room. Stryker stood behind the Captain's desk. He handed her a data PADD. She began to read it while he spoke.

"Commander, I want to personally recognize your abilities as first officer aboard this ship."

"Thank you Captain, I appreciate the confidence in me." She met his eyes. "My gear has already been transported to the Starbase. However, there must be some mistake."

"I'm sorry Commander, but those are your orders."

She looked up at him in disbelief. Her feelings then turned to anger and she walked out of the room without being dismissed.

Stryker understood and felt no need to issue a verbal reprimand.

Twenty minutes later, FADM Brannon was going through papers and PADDs filling the top of his desk/

VADM Black stuck her head inside the office door. "Admiral, Commander Bay would like a word with you in regard to her transfer orders."

Brannon had the look of exasperation. Stryker had warned him earlier that he had not heard the end of this.

"Very well Alisha, send her in."

Commander Bay breezed into the room, a scowl on her face. VADM Black left.

"Have a seat Commander." The Admiral greeted.

As she sat down he rose and walked around to seat himself upon his desk in front of her. "I know your complaint Commander, in fact I've been anticipating it."

"Admiral, I don't understand these transfer orders." Bay held up the PADD given to her by Stryker. "I'm to be transferred to Starfleet Operations Headquarters as 'Assistant Strategic Operations Officer' to Admiral Kirkland? Why the desk job? Why has my flight status been taken away from me?"

"Your flight status has not been taken away from you, Commander. You know the regulations concerning the change in command of a ship. The newly appointed Captain has the option of keeping the existing XO, or replacing them with one of his own choosing. Now most of the time, when an XO has been replaced, they are placed in another slot onboard another ship. In your case and I'm sorry about this, there are no open slots. The best I can do is put in a good word for you."

"Admiral," said CDR Bay condescendingly, "I've worked very hard to get this far in my career. I want a command of my own someday. You know the chances of getting another ship assignment once you've been grounded are very difficult. Despite my record, no Captain is going to want an XO who's been out of the field after a year and this new position would take me longer than that to become proficient in."

Brannon was losing his patience. He rose from the edge of his desk and returned to stand behind it.

"Commander, I sympathize, I really do, but Starfleet is a military organization that sends people where they are needed. Think how it would be if everyone chose where he or she wanted to be transferred to. It is the exploratory and protective arm of the Federation. You will go where your orders dictate, or you can resign your commission."

There was silence. CDR Bay was stunned by this ultimatum.

She is frozen by the weight of the decision she must make. She placed the PADD on Brannon's desk.

"In that case Sir, I resign my commission."

She reached up with her left hand and unfastened her 'Commander' rank lapel. As a symbol and a way of making a final statement, she placed it on top of the PADD with her transfer orders. Bay then turned and walked out of the office.

Brannon sat down and stared at the lapel on the PADD. VADM Black walked back into his office.

"Ken you wanted to know when the Lexington left. She went underway two minutes ago."

Brannon looked up to her then busied himself with the litter on his desk.

"Thank you Alisha that will be all."

Alisha Black had worked with the Admiral long enough to get the message he wanted to be alone for awhile. She quietly left his office.

The LEXINGTON dropped out of warp 712 light years away from Daran VI and slowed to a stop. Ahead of the ship was a collection of gaseous clouds; stardust; and two very young, blue stars. The pale light from the blue stars was scattered by the clouds and dust, resulting in a spectacular light show including every color in the rainbow, and some which simply defied description. The intricate twists, flows, and shapes were unique; the only natural phenomena that came close to this display were found in the Delta Triangle-even it paled in comparison.

On the Lexington's Main Bridge, Captain Stryker sat in the command chair, mesmerized by the scene on the viewscreen. Commander DaVinci stood on his right side, her hand resting on the back of the chair. The sight too, awed her. Unseen by the crew, she moved her hand to Stryker’s shoulder and squeezed gently.

"It's beautiful" Stryker said in a soft voice. "It's easy to understand why Admiral Eastwood found it so fascinating." Without raising his voice, he spoke to DaVinci. "Is everything ready, Commander?"

"Yes, Sir," DaVinci answered. The painful occasion and the stark beauty on the screen combined to make her unusually subdued. "Mr. Bradley will launch on your command."

"Very well." Captain Stryker turned to the Communications Station and nodded at CDR Jena Skye. She activated the ship-wide communications circuit and spoke into her microphone.

"Now hear this, now hear this. Stand by for a message from the Commanding Officer."

Stryker reached down to the control panel on the arm of his Command Chair and tied into the circuit she had opened.

"This is the Captain speaking. In accordance with the wishes of Rear Admiral Athena Eastwood on file with Third Fleet Headquarters, we have arrived at the Crytanus Nebula to commit her body to its final resting place."

He paused for a moment, marshaling his thoughts and fighting back the sudden lump in his throat. He had seen death in many forms, many guises, but this one affected him more deeply.

"I knew Rear Admiral Eastwood only by reputation. You knew her as your commanding officer and, for many of you, as your friend. A commanding officer can be replaced, a new friend can be found, but the person that was Athena Eastwood cannot. She will live on-in your hearts and your memories. There can be no finer legacy."

"A ship's change of command is normally a time of celebration; a time when the history of the departing commanding officer is celebrated and the arrival of the new commanding officer is bright with promise. In the Lexington's case, neither was true-not for you, and not for me. Together, we shall say farewell to Rear Admiral Athena Eastwood, and wish her fair winds and following seas on her final journey, to continue her life's goal, to explore the Galaxy, to spend eternity in the place she loved: the far reaches of space."

He turned to Lieutenant Bradley. "Lieutenant, you may launch."

"Aye, aye, Sir." LT Bradley pressed the red button on his console and the torpedo casing containing the body of Athena Eastwood moved slowly away from the ship toward the Crytanus Nebula.

Throughout the LEXINGTON, the crew stood silently, many bowing their heads in tribute. Even the ever-present beat of the ship's engines seemed muted.

The casing grew smaller and smaller, then disappeared from view in the heart of the Nebula. Captain Stryker waited until it was completely gone.

"Carry on." He closed the communication circuit and turned to LT Sherrigan at the Navigation console.

"Mr. Sherrigan, set a course for Dergo 4."

"Aye, aye, Sir. My course is 135, Mark 319. Course laid in," acknowledged the Navigator.

"Mr. Bradley, come about. Warp 5."

"Aye, aye, Sir. Warp 5 at your command."

"Execute," came the final order from Captain Wolphayne Stryker.

The LEXINGTON made a stately turn in space. It steadied on course 135, Mark 319, and accelerated to Warp 5, leaving the Crytanus Nebula, the

mortal remains of Rear Admiral Eastwood, and a bit of her crew--and herself behind.