Previously in Star Trek: Dauntless: The
Dauntless has docked at Deep
Space Nine for the ceremony that will
officially commission the new starship. But
while members of the crew enjoy shore leave aboard the Bajoran space station,
the Cardassian tailor, Garak, seems to have taken an unusual amount of interest
in certain members of the Dauntless’
crew.
And now the conclusion...
Gul Durok, dressed in inconspicuous
civilian clothes, entered the Promenade as the habitat ring door rolled shut
behind him. He looked up and down the
Promenade.
“So different,” he muttered to
himself. “...Yet so much the same.”
The Cardassian took another look
around, avoiding the gazes of a few Bajorans who passed by him. Again he spoke only to himself, a touch of
sarcasm creeping into his voice.
“Welcome back to Terok Nor.”
He hefted his small bag onto his
shoulder and headed off down the Promenade.
* * * *
Sitting in the Replimat, Virgil Kane
was as usual talking about old times.
But rather than reminiscing about the Academy with his captain, he was
instead remembering the hard, cruel days of fighting the Cardassians with the
station’s First Officer, Kira Nerys.
“How did we ever survive that trap?”
Kira asked.
“Oh, it was obvious, Nerys. Shakaar’s planning, my excellent execution of
the plan.... and plain old dumb luck.”
The two laughed. But when Kira spoke again, her voice took on
a more serious tone. She reached over to
touch the silver bangle hanging from Kane’s right earlobe.
“I’m glad to see you still wear the
earring I gave you,” she said to Kane.
“I thought I might have to stop
wearing it on duty when I returned to Starfleet,” Kane said. “But Pete’s been pretty understanding about a
lot of things. And it means a lot to me.”
Kira was about to say something more
when suddenly it seemed Kane was choking on his raktagino. Kira stood, ready to offer help when Kane
wiped his mouth with his sleeve and pointed toward the Promenade.
“Did you see him?” Kane finally
managed to sputter out.
“See who?” Kira asked, looking in
the direction Kane had pointed. Kane
stood up and quickly looked down the Promenade, but saw no one out of the
ordinary, only Morn sleeping on one of the nearby benches.
“I coulda sworn...”
“Who did you think you saw, Virgil?”
Kane paused a moment before
answering, wondering if maybe he was wrong.
“I thought I saw... Glinn Durok!”
Star Trek:
Dauntless
“Commissioned
- Part II” By PJK and Michael D. Tucci
Kane and Q walked through the corridors of Deep Space Nine, Kane on his way to ops to meet with his captain
and the station CO, Q on her way
back to the Promenade.
“I still don’t understand why you
still harbor such dislike for the Cardassians, Virgil,” Q said. “The war’s been over
for years, and they’ve been out of this sector for three years now.”
“It goes far beyond the war, Q,” Kane said. “I find nothing at all redeeming about the
Cardassians.”
Q’s
eyes became distant for a moment, after which she commented, “Oh, I can think
of a few good qualities. My late
husband, for example...”
“You married a Cardassian!?” Kane
almost shouted.
“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Q defended.
“Oh, I could tell you stories,” Kane
said with disgust.
The two stopped in front of a
turbolift, which only Kane entered.
“So could I,” Q retorted. “But I wouldn’t
want to embarrass you.”
Kane’s eyebrow’s knotted as he
merely said, “Ops.”
As the doors swished shut, Q shrugged, turned, and continued on to
the Promenade.
Gathered around the desk in the
station manager’s office,
* * * *
Stardate 42495 - The mining station Terok Nor, in orbit of Bajor
The first sight Virgil Kane had of
the dingy, grey station was cargo bay two where the Cardassians had unloaded
their prisoners. Dirt covered most
everything, and even with all the activity, Kane could see the voles scurry
around between the cargo and ore containers.
He was not impressed.
“Move along!” one of the Cardassian
guards shouted at the group of prisoners.
The guard led the group through a
corridor and into a processing center, where a molar would be extracted, their statistics
would be recorded, and information matched to any known, wanted criminals. Kane looked around at his fellow
prisoners. Most were members of the
resistance, and had been caught during a recent raid on the Sho-Nar Labor Camp,
though a few unfortunate civilians, in the wrong place at the wrong time, were
in the mix. Some others, like himself,
were here for other reasons.
He glanced back at Kira Nerys, a
fellow freedom fighter who had been part of the Bajoran Resistance since she
was old enough to lift a phaser. She
gave the human man a reassuring nod, than looked back to where the group was
being herded.
As he passed through the door into
the processing center, one of the guards at the side grabbed Kane’s earring, a
gift from Shakaar after one of the Resistance Cell’s successful hit and run
raids, and pulled the silver ornament off his right ear.
“You won’t be needing that
here,” the Cardassian taunted.
Kane raised his fist, ready to
strike the guard, when a Bajoran grabbed his arm, slowly lowering it as he said
to the guard, “Of course he won’t.”
“What are you doing?” Kane demanded
of the Bajoran man.
“Keeping you alive, my friend,” Jono
Rebus replied. The guard eyed both men
warily, but gestured them on inside.
The prisoners were lined up along a
bulkhead. There, each had his name,
province, and affiliation recorded. One
Bajoran, wanted for murder the Cardassians claimed, was lead out of the room
almost immediately. A few moments later,
as their processing neared completion, a tall Cardassian entered the room.
“Our latest batch, Gul Dukot,” one
low ranking Cardassian said to the new arrival.
Dukot, Administrator to the Mining Station, looked each one over in
turn. He paused in front of Virgil Kane.
“A human? Amongst these rabble? Surely there must be some mistake,” Dukot
said to his Aide.
“No, Gul Dukot. This one was captured during the terrorist
raid on the Sho-Nar Camp,” the Aide said.
“Well,” Dukot said, addressing
Kane. “What do we do with you? I suppose we could arrange to return you to
the Federation.”
Kane simply glared at Dukot.
“Nothing to say, Human?” Dukot
asked.
“Not to Cardassian scum,” Kane
responded.
“Do you mean to say you don’t
want to go home?”
Kane still glared at the Cardassian,
then answered, “I’m as Bajoran as anyone else here. My home is Bajor. Treat me like you would any other Bajoran.”
“Oh, very well,” Dukot
conceded. “Send this one down to ore
processing, Section 8.”
“Glinn Durok’s section?” the Aide
confirmed.
“Yes. Maybe Durok can show him how we treat
Bajorans.”
* * * *
A few weeks of extremely hard labor
had passed. Kane had gotten used to the
routine of the ore processing stations long ago; Up early, down late, with a lot of hard,
heavy work in between broken up by occasional breaks when the workers were
allowed to relax for a time on the Promenade.
It was there that Kane would see Kira from time to time, working in one
of the Bajoran-run shops the Cardassians allowed.
At the processing station, though,
the Section Overseer, Glinn Durok, seemed to take a delight in making Kane the
example of every situation. Kane had
received a number of bruises, abrasions, cuts, concussions, and even a couple
of broken bones to show the other Bajoran prisoners the hopelessness of
escape. All despite the fact that Kane
had never even attempted to escape. It
would have invalidated the reason he and Kira had come to the station to begin
with.
On this particular day, the Glinn
was feeling especially generous, and allowed his section workers to go to the
Promenade early. As Kane hobbled toward
the shops and bar, he noticed Kira sitting at one of the nearby tables, talking
to a strange looking man. He was about
to walk over and join Kira when he recognized the man as the shapeshifter
everyone was talking about. It was said
that Dukot had brought the strange being to the station to investigate a recent
murder of one of the Bajoran shopkeepers.
If he was talking to Kira, did that mean she was a suspect in the
murder?
Rethinking the idea of joining Kira,
Kane turned around to limp into the Ferengi bar for a drink. As he did he bumped directly into the chest
armor of Glinn Durok.
“Curious about this shapeshifter
too, ehh, human?” Durok asked. When Kane
didn’t answer, Durok continued, “Personally, I don’t know why Dukot even
bothered bringing him here. Why should
we care if the Bajorans kill each other, right?”
Kane spat at Durok’s feet, then
tried to move off. But not quick enough
before Durok’s arm backhanded him across the face, knocking the
Terran-turned-Bajoran flat.
“I believe our Mister Kane has had
enough fun for one day. Take him back
down to ore processing,” Durok instructed one of the nearby guards. “He’s volunteered for an extra shift.”
As he was lead away, Kane noticed
Odo look his way, then return to his conversation with Kira.
* * * *
Kane’s continued mistreatment at the
hands of the Overseer of Section 8 was becoming all too obvious. Almost every day another injury report would
cross Gul Dukot’s desk, and when even Dukot had had enough, Kane was removed
from the Ore Processing section and placed to work in one of the Promenade
shops.
“This just isn’t right,” Kira
complained softly to Kane, who sat behind the counter of the Assay Office. “But with the Cardassians, what ever is? You’re being treated worse than real
criminals are. I’ve been trying to get a
message out to the Federation, so that maybe something could be worked out to
repatriate you.”
“No, Nerys,” Kane said with
conviction. “I belong here, like every
other Bajoran.”
Kira nodded silently, understanding
Kane’s convictions, then said, “All I can say, Virgil, is I’ve made a few
friends here. Just be prepared.”
“But Nerys, what about the reason
we’re...”
“That isn’t your problem
anymore. Just be prepared.”
* * * *
A week later, with most of his
injuries healed, Kane was again sent to Section 8. There was one person who was happier than
anyone else to see him.
“Ahh, my favorite ‘Bajoran,’ Kane,
back to work once again,” Durok said with a smile. Kane did not even dignify the taunt with a
response.
Back among the other Bajoran workers,
Kane started lending a hand, separating the ore from the rocks and dirt
strip-mined from Bajor’s surface far below.
“Be wary, Kane,” said Jono as he
moved close to work next to the human-turned-Bajoran. “Glinn Durok has told us how much he looked
forward to having you back in his section.
How he pulled strings to make sure he’d get you back.”
“I’ll watch my step,” Kane agreed.
* * * *
Weeks passed, with Kane again
becoming Durok’s prime example. The
other Bajorans were amazed at how much the human was able to take without
breaking.
Then one day, as Durok was about to
strike Kane for stopping work to take a quick drink of water, Kane spun around,
grabbed the Cardassian’s arm, and twisted it quickly behind the surprised
Overseer’s back.
“Once and for all, Durok, why do you
dislike me so much? Why am I always on
the receiving end of your anger?” Kane demanded to know.
“Very well. If you must know, human,” Durok spat
the word like a curse. “My brother
joined the Obsidian Order during the war with the Federation. Was sent on an intelligence gathering
mission. And now the Order doesn’t know where
he is, what he’s doing, if he’s even alive!”
The two adversaries stared at one
another over Durok’s shoulder. Eventually
Durok spoke again.
“I don’t hate you, Kane. I hate your Federation for taking my brother
from me.”
“You aren’t the only being in the
universe who’s lost someone you loved, Cardassian.”
Kane, fed up with the Overseer’s
attitude, but not willing to risk his own or other Bajoran’s lives by harming
Durok, flunk the Cardassian away. Durok
slammed his hands into the opposite wall to keep from slamming into it himself,
turned, and stared angrily at Kane.
“I could have you killed where you
stand, human,” Durok said. “But it
wouldn’t be nearly as much fun.”
Kane narrowed his eyes, staring at
the Cardassian.
“But you’ll wish I had simply killed
you,” Durok finished.
Before either of them could comment further,
the station’s new Security Investigator, the shapeshifter called Odo, walked
into the room.
“I’m sorry to interrupt your
pleasant chat, but this prisoner is needed for questioning in connection with
the murder of a shopkeeper named Vaatrik I’m investigating.”
Odo handed Durok a padd with the
transfer orders on it. Durok’s smile
changed to an intense frown as he read the orders.
“Take him then. Get him out of my sight... ...for now.
But mark my words, Kane...”
Odo placed his hand on the human’s
shoulder and started to lead him out of the room while Durok continued to
speak.
“...You had better hope Odo finds
you guilty and your execution is quick.
Because, if not, I will get you back.
If it takes the next century, I will get you back!”
Odo and Kane walked back out into
the corridor. Walking a few meters down
the passage, Kane turned to enter a turbolift.
Odo grabbed him by the upper arm and pulled him along after.
“Why are we going this way? Your office on the Promenade is back this
way,” Kane said, confusion spreading on his face.
“You’re not going to the Promenade,”
Odo said. “I’m taking you to see... a
friend. You don’t know how much trouble
it was to arrange this.”
The two walked along the corridor
circling the station’s Docking Ring until they came to a rarely used cargo
bay. Odo pointed at the door.
“Go in there,” he said. “All your questions will be answered.”
Kane watched the shapeshifter walk
off down the passage. Unsure whether to
trust the Cardassian-appointed Security Investigator or not, Kane shrugged his
shoulders, swallowed, and entered the cargo bay.
Inside was a gathering of Bajorans
under the scrutiny of one Cardassian.
Kane recognized Kira Nerys and Jono Rebus among them. He quickly walked over to the two Bajorans.
“What’s going on?” Kane asked.
“No time to explain,” Kira
said. “Jono will tell you everything on
the way back to Bajor.”
Realization started to dawn on Kane.
“We’re being smuggled back to the
Resistance?” he whispered.
“You are,” Kira confirmed. “I still have a job to do here. I’m staying for the time being.”
“But Nerys...”
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be
fine. And I’ll rejoin you on Bajor
soon.”
Kira turned to leave as the Bajorans
and lone Cardassian, obviously sympathetic to the Bajoran’s plight, entered the
transport docked at the cargo bay. Kane
watched Kira walk away until she stopped, turned, and walked back to Kane.
“Here, take this,” she said as she
removed her simple silver earring and placed it onto Kane’s right ear. “May the Prophets smile on you,” she said.
“And you too, Nerys. See you on Bajor.”
The two Freedom Fighters hugged,
than Kane quickly turned and boarded the transport. The airlock rolled shut, the docking clamps released,
and in no time, the regularly scheduled transport with its irregular cargo was
on its way toward the surface of Bajor.
And through the entire trip, Durok’s
words rang through Kane’s head.
“...I will get you back!”
* * *
*
Present Day - Stardate 49748.2 - Station Deep Space
Nine, near the Denorious Belt
“I can understand your concern about
this, Mister Kane,” Captain Benjamin Sisko said to the Dauntless’ First Officer.
“But if Durok even knows you’re here, and I doubt he does, I don’t think
he would risk kidnapping a Starfleet Officer.”
“Odo to Sisko,” said a gravelly
voice over the intercom.
“Go ahead, Constable.”
“I’ve been keeping tabs on our
Cardassian visitor you informed me about.
It seems that our Glinn Durok, now Gul Durok, has taken the Dauntless’ Security Chief, Ensign Karg,
against his will.”
Surprise crossed Sisko’s face. The Station Commander looked up at Kane.
“But it appears I may be wrong,” he
said. “What is their present location,
Constable?”
“Durok is heading for the Docking
Ring, Captain. It appears Mister Karg is
severely drugged and in a stupor. I have
deputies converging on their location now.”
“Very good, Odo. Keep me informed.”
“Not very good, Captain,” Odo
replied. “It appears that Durok has put
his knowledge of the stations systems to good use in the day he’s been
here. He’s overridden the command codes
and placed force field barriers between himself and us. I don’t know if I can stop him before he
reaches Docking Port Six.”
“Very well. Sisko out.”
The four officers quickly moved out
into the stations
“Chief O’Brien, lock the docking
clamps at Docking Port Six,” Sisko ordered.
“Yes, sir,” O’Brien responded. A moment later, the Chief of Operations
reported, “Docking clamps locked.”
“Benjamin, all the forcefields set
up by Durok are now off, except the one blocking the airlock to Docking Port
Six,” Jadzia Dax reported.
“Can you override?”
“I’m trying, but he’s added some
sort of self-deleting algorithm in the computer. I’m having trouble... Benjamin, the docking clamps at Port Six just
released!”
“Tractor beam,” Sisko ordered.
“The system’s off-line,” O’Brien
reported. “When we tried to access Durok’s
code, it deactivated all the tractor systems and released the docking clamp.”
“Well, it seems Durok thought of
everything,” Sisko said to Koester, Kane, and Kira.
“Benjamin, the transport just went
into warp. She’s heading toward
Cardassia Prime at warp 9.5,” Dax reported.
To this report Koester reacted.
“Ben, there’s only one ship here
fast enough to catch that transport.”
Sisko thought for a moment, than
said to Koester, “Go!”
Koester and Kane started walking
rapidly to the turbolift, the Captain tapping his combadge as he did.
“Dauntless,
this is the Captain. Track the transport
that just departed the station and prepare for immediate departure. As soon as Mister Kane and I are aboard,
we’re going to maximum warp.”
“Aye, sir,” replied Jeff Bloom.
“Docking Port Nine,” Kane ordered to
the lift. And with a hum, it lowered
into the deck.
* * * *
The turbolift doors opened and
Koester and Kane stepped out onto the Bridge, down the steps to the command level,
and each took their respective seats.
“Release docking clamps, thrusters
back one-third,” the Captain ordered.
“Docking clamps released,” reported
Ensign Shawn Natchez at Ops.
“Thrusters back one-third,” complied
Ensign Lenny at the Helm.
“Mister Natchez, keep sensors locked
on that transport that just left the station.
Mister Lenny, intercept course.
Engage, maximum warp! We’ll pick
up the remainder of the crew we’ve left behind when we return.”
The Dauntless quickly spun on her axis as thrusters pointed her after
the fleeing transport. The warp nacelles
swung up into position, and with a streak of rainbow hues, the Dauntless entered warp.
Captain’s Log, Stardate 49748.9:
The Dauntless is currently in pursuit of a Cardassian transport, aboard which is our
kidnapped Chief of Security. We are
rapidly approaching Cardassian space.
Koester, out.
“At maximum warp, we’ll intercept
the transport just this side of the Cardassian border,” reported
“Mister Karg... I mean...,” Koester
looked embarrassed as he glanced over his shoulder at the Security/Tactical
position. Standing there was Security
Officer Carrie Karandanz.
“Mister Karandanz, sound yellow
alert, raise defensive shields, and open hailing frequencies.”
Lights on the surrounding panels
started flashing yellow, and Karandanz confirmed, “Hailing frequencies open.”
“Cardassian transport,” said
Koester. “This is
A moment passed, then an unfamiliar
voice, unfamiliar to all but one person on the Bridge, replied, “Mind your own
business, Earther.”
Koester looked at Kane. The First Officer nodded in confirmation and
said aloud, “Durok.”
“Gul Durok, if you do not drop out
of warp and surrender, I will be forced to disable your engines.”
“You don’t know what you’re meddling
in, Captain,” Durok replied. “I’m
correcting a mistake made a long time ago.”
“If you believe kidnapping Mister
Karg is any form of revenge against Lieutenant Kane than...”
“What are you talking about,
Captain?” Durok replied. “I know no
Lieutenant Kane, only...”
The com line remained silent for a
moment, then Durok’s voice resumed.
“Lieutenant Virgil Kane? The human who thinks he’s Bajoran? He’s aboard your ship?”
“Lieutenant Kane is my First
Officer.”
A moment passed.
“Captain, the transport has dropped
out of warp,”
“Visual signal coming in,” Karandanz
said.
Koester looked at Kane, puzzlement
on his face, mirroring the look on Kane’s own.
“On screen.”
The viewer changed from the view of
the stars, warped into streaks of multicolored light, to the interior view of
the transport. In the background, two
Cardassians could be seen, apparently helming the ship. In the foreground was the head and upper
torso of Gul Durok, dressed once again in the uniform of the Cardassian
military. A smile spread on his lips as
he saw the Dauntless’ First Officer.
“My old friend Kane. I always knew we’d meet again. Though I didn’t picture it quite like
this. Still no taste in jewelry I see.”
Kane stood up and took three steps
closer to the main viewer as he unconsciously fingered his dangling earring.
“Drop the phony pleasantries,
Durok. Return our Security Chief. Now!” Kane said.
“I would be more than happy to,
Kane, if I had your Security Chief to return,” Durok said. He seemed more genuinely happy than any time
Kane had ever seen him before.
“Approaching the transport,” Lenny
reported.
“Drop out of warp, Mister Lenny,”
Koester ordered. “Bring us alongside.”
Meanwhile, Kane had resumed his
dialogue with the former Cardassian Overseer.
“Don’t even try to lie, Durok. Station security witnessed you drug Karg, and
chased you all the way back to your ship.”
“Drug Karg? Oh, I think I see the problem now. I did not drug your Mister Karg. I merely administered the antidote.”
Kane’s eyebrows knitted in
confusion.
“Antidote to what?” he demanded.
Durok rolled his eyes, than said,
“In a way, it’s appropriate that you’re here for this Kane. After all, you suffered my wrath enough for
it.”
Kane’s confusion only deepened while
Durok pressed an off-screen com button.
“Please send Imak to the Bridge,”
the Cardassian said, than shut off the com channel. Durok looked up at the viewscreen again, then
said, “Dauntless, stand by.” Immediately the screen changed back to the
view of the stars, this time with the Cardassian transport in the center.
“Mister Natchez, keep sensors locked
on that ship. I want to know immediately
if they power up engines, shields, weapons,” said Koester. “I want to know if they so much as dump their
trash!”
“Aye, sir.”
Minutes passed. The Bridge crew continued to wait, as Kane
paced the width of the Bridge over and over.
Finally, a chime at Tactical signaled an incoming message. The viewer changed once more to show the
Bridge of the transport. Again, Durok
filled the screen.
“Captain Koester,” he said. “Mister Kane.
I’d like you to meet my brother, Imak.”
From off the side of the screen, a
half-recognizable figure emerged. His
features were both Cardassian and Klingon.
His long red hair now replaced by the short, black, typical Cardassian
style. His dark, brown ridges not quite
blending with the grey scale-like skin around his eyes and mouth.
“Karg?!?” both Koester and Kane said
in disbelief.
“Actually, Captain, Durok is
right. My name is Imak. During the Cardassian Union’s war with the
Federation, I was recruited by the Obsidian Order. A few months later I volunteered to take the
assignment of a deep cover spy. I
replaced a young Klingon warrior named Karg, was given his identity and
memories, and sent to the Empire.”
Kane and Koester looked at one
another, not sure what to feel or even believe.
Imak continued.
“The idea was to ‘activate’ me when
needed. But the Order was destroyed by
the Dominion before I could be recalled, and I was lost to Cardassia. It was fortunate that a former associate of
mine recognized me and sent word to my brother.”
A smile spread on Imak’s strange and
not fully restored lips.
“I’m going home, Captain.”
Koester stood up and took a position
next to Kane.
“This is what you want, Karg... I
mean, Imak?” Koester asked.
“Yes, Captain. I’ve lost a lot of time. I almost lost my family, and to a Cardassian,
there’s nothing more important.”
Koester nodded, ready to let the
matter drop, but Imak continued.
“But I must add.... The Dauntless crew has also become my
family. And perhaps, one day, with your
permission, Captain... I’d like to
return.”
Koester also smiled, and said,
“You’ll always have a place here, Mister ‘Karg.’”
The Captain turned to return to his
command chair, saying, “Stand down alert.
Condition green.”
“Thank you, Captain. You have no idea how happy I am today,” Durok
said. “My brother was dead, and now he
has returned from the dead.”
“Gul Durok, may I make a request?”
asked Koester as he sat down. The
Cardassian nodded his head.
“If you find any other lost family
members, go through the diplomatic channels.”
Another smile creased Durok’s lips.
“Yes, Captain. I was a bit overzealous due to the emotions
this has produced. Are we free to go?”
“On your way, Durok. I hope you have a happy reunion.”
The screen flashed back to the
external view, where the transport started moving slowly away, then suddenly
entered warp.
“Well, Exec, feeling a little less persecuted
now?” Koester asked Kane as the First Officer also sat down.
“Yes, Skipper. And a little foolish to believe, after all
this time, Durok would still be fixated on me.”
“Well, Exec, you’re only
human.” When Kane glared at his CO,
Koester amended, “I mean, Bajoran.” Kane
smiled at the remark.
Koester crossed his legs, then said,
“Mister Kane, will you do the honors?”
Kane nodded, then said, “Mister
Lenny, plot a course back to DS9. Ahead, warp 5. We have a party to attend.”
The Dauntless veered off its former course, the warp nacelles
maneuvered into position, and the ship once again warped away.
* * * *
Stardate 49752.5 - Station Deep Space
Nine
The cargo bay doors opened again and
the Commissioning Ceremony’s Guest of Honor, Fleet Admiral Nechayev, walked in
on the arm of
“By Starfleet order, effective
Stardate 49752.5, the Federation starship Dauntless,
registry number NCC-74658, is hereby
commissioned a vessel of the Federation Starfleet.”
She nodded toward Koester, saying,
“Congratulations, Captain.”
Koester just smiled to himself,
thinking; blockade and revolution, time travel, alternate histories and
restoring the proper time line, pursuing kidnapped crewmembers. If these are the adventures we have before
we’re commissioned, what waits for us ahead?
Space, the Final
Frontier...
These are
the voyages of the starship Dauntless.
Her
five-year mission:
To Seek, To
Chart, To Explore.
Slipping the
surly bonds of Earth,
Going where
none have been before!
The End
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