Screaming Rebel
The Samaritan's Dilemma - Part 4
by Douglas E. Kulp
(codename.doug@gmail.com)

Synopsis:
A disturbing discovery sends the crew of the Screaming Rebel on the run from Orion Pirates, and Ezekiel O'Cambel can no longer ignore his past. He must leave the ship. But can the crew of the Rebel survive without him in command?

The Samaritan's Dilemma, Part 4
Withhold not good from them to whom it is due

"I think we have been here long enough," Lie said, "It's not like we have even seen any Orions thus far, they my not even bother to go back and check the shuttle."

"I agree with Lie," Nyesha, "The longer we stay in hiding for an enemy that is not looking for us, the more time and money we are losing."

"Why should I care about money?" Ezekiel said.

"Starfleet may had deep pockets, I do not. If I lose too much money, I start cutting into your compensation," Nyesha said.

The rest of the bridge crew began to exchange worried looks between each other. But Ezekiel wasn't moved.

"A game of cat and mouse is more than just a quick game of tag; it's also a game of hide and go-seek. Finding a good hiding spot is only half the game, the other half of is having the discipline to not panic and make a run for it the moment you get spooked or think its all clear? That's the hard part. We are staying in this star's outer corona boundary, under cloak, until I say it's safe."

"You haven't even shown that we are in any danger," Lie said.

"No, the danger is real," Ezekiel said.

"They aren't even looking for us," Lie said, "And I should know, I used to be a slave under the Orions, I know how they operate."

"I faced them head on in combat," Ezekiel said, "I know more."

"I will not let you jeopardize their pay because of your paranoia," Lie said, "The crew will follow my word, I could have OrVok escort you to the brig." Lie's threat was interrupted by a beeping from Teddy's console.

"Um, guys, I have an Avenger class Orion starship de-cloaking, off our eight O'Clock," Teddy said, "It just went to active scanning."

"Have they spotted us?" Ezekiel said.

"I don't think so. The combination of the cloaking field and the ionized outer atmosphere of this gas giant have got to make us impossible to spot, even for top of the line sensors platforms. It does look like they are attempting to scan the atmosphere however."

"This is the most obvious hiding spot for them to check," Ezekiel said, "All though I bet you they are not looking for a cloaked ship."

"Hold on, they are changing course. It looks they are turning to go into warp. You did it, they are leaving," Teddy said.

Ezekiel looked at Lie, waiting for his apology.

"It looks like I was wrong," Lie said, "They were looking for us after all. Stunn, drop the cloaking shield and prepared to get under way."

"Belay that order Mr. Stunn!" Ezekiel said.

"Now what?" Lie said, "Okay, you were right out them looking for us. But they just left. Let's brake orbit and rejoin the fleet before they get too far ahead of us."

"Not yet, this particular game of hide and go seek is not finished," Ezekiel said, "Have you ever heard of the Orion Crazy Eight? They like to expose themselves and then take off. The hunted thinks that he just dodged a bullet and powers up his ship to leave, just in time for the Orions to double back and catch them coming out of hiding. Mr. Stunn, maintain the cloaking shields and out position. Mr. Loggen, keep your eye out for sub spaced bow waves that are indicative of a starship returning to this sector."

"I've got nothing," Teddy said, "Lie, this is silly. They are gone, and staying in this ionized atmosphere exactly risk free. The strong electromagnetic fields being concentrating in this area could produce an electrical storm very quickly. Without shields, we won't have much of a chance. We shouldn't stay here any longer than necessary."

"We are not leaving until I say so," Ezekiel said, "And that's an order. I promise you, any one who doesn't obey my commands will be put off the ship at first opportunity. I will not tolerate..."

"Beep-beep: Engineering to bridge."

Ezekiel let out a long sigh as he pressed the response key. "Yes Natch,"

"Look, I don't want to interrupt the electrical light show up there, but are you finished turning my ship into a cooked turkey? We are getting a little tired watching sparks dancing on our electronics. If you think I am getting out on the hull with a wire brush to scrape away the residue, boy, have I got a new flash for you people. It ain't going to be me that's...-click."

Ezekiel rubbed his forehead with the beginnings of a headache, even as Lie and Nyesha rolled their eyes into their head."

Ezekiel sighed again, "Is he always like this?"

"Yes," Lie said.

"But you heard the man," Nyesha said, "You can't keep us here for ever, and especially for no reason. I put you in charge; I can dismiss you just as easily."

"Wait," Teddy said as his console started to beep, "Hold on a second, I am detecting a warp field bow wave. I am not detecting any ship, but the distortion wave is consistent with a ship entering this area. It could be a ship under cloak."

"Or the first ship doubling back on its own trail," Nyesha said, "It looks like this one can earn his keep round here."

"I try," Ezekiel said, "Teddy, keep an eye out for a departing warp bow wave, they should warp out of here soon to search the next system when they do not find us here."

"Eye eye skipper," Teddy said, "Hold on a second. Skipper, I am detecting gaseous compression waves, heading this way. If it reaches us, if could defeat our cloaking field."

"It looks like they are coming in after us," Lie said.

"General quarters, general quarters!" Ezekiel ordered, "All hands, prepare for heavy turbulence. Bridge crew, I want full harnesses, now!

With that, every one rushed to their stations and started buckling their seat belts. Nyesha did as well, strapping herself into one of the observations chairs in the back of the bridge.

"Mr. Loggen, how long until the wave hits?" Ezekiel said.

"I read two minutes," Teddy said.

"Two minutes eye," Ezekiel said, "Turn the ship to heading 216 mark 32, aft thrusters slow reveres, then full maneuvering thrusters. I want only gradual changes in course and speed. Give me a read out on our speed and a count down to the wave."

"Skipper," Lie said, "this deep into the atmosphere, if we go too fast, we will create a wake of our own."

"I am aware of that commander," Ezekiel said, "alter heading, port by eight degrees, positive yaw by six point five degrees."

"Skipper, I can report all hands are secured," OrVok reported.

"One and a half minutes to impact," Teddy said, "Wave is still closing."

"Helm, alter course, starboard one point four three degrees, positive yaw, two point seven degrees. Increases to one quarter impulse full aft," Ezekiel said.

"Skipper, shell I ready shields," OrVok said.

"Negative, do not raise shields. We would have to drop our cloak and the moment they spot us, were dead," Ezekiel said.

"Impact in forty seconds,"

"Accelerate reverse half impulse! Hold this course!" Ezekiel said, "Keep her pointed into the wave."

"Skipper, our speed is generating a shock wave," Stunn said.

"Outer aft hull is starting to heat up from the friction," Teddy said, "Impact in fifteen seconds."

"All hands, brace for impact!" Ezekiel said on the ship wide system, "Lie, on my order, cut all propulsion and let her fly as she will, but keep the bow into the wave. Try to ride this wave like a surfer. Alter course, negative yaw point zero three degrees; accelerate to aft three garters impulse."

"BRACE! BRACE! BRACE!" Teddy announced into the ship wide system.

The Screaming Rebel suddenly and violently bucked. He the crew not been strapped in, they would have been killed by being smashed into the walls or ceiling. As it was, Lie and Stunn were securely strapped into their seats, and were able to maintain control. As the seconds ticked on, the turbulence only became even more violent.

"Structural integrity at sexily percent and rising," Stunn informed, "Bow temperature now and forty percent designed limits and rising."

"Lie! Cut all propulsion, NOW! Keep her pointed into the wave!" Ezekiel ordered.

"Structural integrity at eighty five percent!"

"Engendering, divert impulse power to structural integrity!"

"Structural integrity at ninety two percent and holding!"

"Bow temperature is starting to drop,"

"Skipper, we are nearly through the wave," Teddy announced. It was already apparent as the turbulence began to diminish.

"Don't lose control Mz Lie," Ezekiel ordered, "Stunn, any contacts on the Orions?"

"No contacts, skipper," Stunn said.

"Any more compression waves out there, Mr. Loggen?" Ezekiel said.

"Scanning now, skipper," Teddy said, "Negative, it looks like they have turned course and are heading out of the upper atmosphere."

"Can you find our compression wave to our aft?" Ezekiel said, "Or any other signs that our position may have been given away?"

"Negative, it looks like we got through without leaving a trail. I don't think they have seen us. I am detecting a second warp bow wave consistent with a ship leaving the sector."

"That's good news," Ezekiel said, "All hands, secure from general quarters. I want a full damage report in ten minutes. Is every one all right?"

"You just scared the ghost out of me, mon," Nyesha said, "But I am Okay."

"Natch is reporting minimal damage, skipper," Teddy said, "But he pretty sounds upset to me." With that, he opened up an audio channel with Natch spewing out all manner of cursing and swearing.

"What if they left a ship behind?" Nyesha said.

"Unlikely, they more than likely went to search the next star system," Ezekiel said.

"So now we can leave?" Lie said.

"Not just yet. This particular Captain likes to mix up the routine, he is not to be under estimated," Ezekiel said, "But we can at least get out of the ionosphere. Mr. Stunn, increase our altitude by two thousand kilometers, full impulse. But maintain cloaking shields and radio silence. Mr. Loggen, the bridge is yours. Ladies, if you would accompany me?"

"And where are we going now?" Nyesha said.

"To check up on our new passenger," Ezekiel said as he stepped aside to allow Lie and Nyesha to leave ahead of him.

"I need to know this, how did you recognize that shuttle?" Nyesha asked as Ezekiel joined them in the hall.

"I was the first officer of the Edison, remember," Ezekiel said, "I saw the USS Perseverance destroyed myself, or at least I thought I did."

"Your thinking that some one on the inside set up the attack," Lie said, "Some one sent the Yaran the Edison's shield modulation frequency. How else could their less advanced weapons systems have penetrated your shields?"

"Exactly, and then they used the Perseverance to get off the ship. The Yaran would have paid a small fortune for that shuttle, and used it to reverse engineer a lot of the technologies. That is how the Yaran has acquired nearly all of there technologies, buy steeling it."

"But that don't explain why they declared war on the Federation in the first place," Nyesha said, "Or how the shuttle came into the possession of the Orions."

"That is assuming that there is a reason," Lie said, "They could just be insane. And to be clear, it's still an assumption that the Perseverance was in the service of the Orions."

"Not so," Ezekiel said, "It was an Orion starship that came after us. And since when do the Yaran engage in slave trade?"

With that, all three of them arrived at sick bay. Unlike Starfleet sickbays, which consisted of sterile white laboratories, the sick bay on the Screaming Rebel was much more colorful, with the walls done up with wood grain wall paper and with wood trim. The equipment and display panels were much more discreet. Even the sliding pneumatic doors look like they were made from polished wood panels. It looked like a doctor's office you might see in a small town.

They ran into one surprise right off the bat. Sanny and Y2K were already there, apparently standing guard over the patent with a phaser riffle held at the ready. The girl herself at the moment was quietly sleeping on the examination bed, with Doctor Tanya Bolivar giving her a sponge bath to clean off the gore from the transporter.

She was defiantly humanoid, different only in that she had a bronze skin tone. Hair had been sheered short, and what she had was tangled and matted, but still one could see that it had a copper like sheen. Her hands also had two apposing thumb and only three primary digits instead of the normal four that humans had.

"Was there a problem here?" Ezekiel asked.

"I minor problem, skipper," Sanny said, "When you were engaged with the Orions, she woke up, and panicked and went berserk."

"Berserk, Mr. OrVok?" Ezekiel said, "But she's so small, how can she go berserk?"

"Don't judge a book by its cover," Doctor Grim said as he emerged from his office. His left leg had a limp that was severe enough to force him to move about with a cane. "I was less concerned about our safety than I was for hers. We believe she is suffering from an extreme case of mental psychoses. There is plenty of evidence of physical trauma. Being shoved in that shuttle and watching every one die around you is hardly the least of her story," Tanya said, "There is also scaring consistent which energy whips, chemical residue from a form of drug induced torture, bruising on her face and chest, and even two cracked ribs. She is also dehydrated and malnourished. There is simply no way of knowing some of the horror she must have experienced, or for how long."

"Actually, I have a good idea," Lie said.

"Can we help her?" Nyesha asked.

"We... don't know yet. It depends on how long she has been in Orion custody. The longer they have been torturing her, the harder it will be to bring her back," Tanya said.

"But we have another problem," Grim said, "The fact that she is an unknown alien. We couldn't find any reference to her anatomy or biology in the data base."

"Well we don't have a library computer on board," Lie said, "Is it possible that we just don't have data about her kind with the onboard system?"

"The on-board database is actually fairly inclusive when it comes to any and all species we might expect to encounter in known space. There are only two reasons why we wouldn't have any references. One; that her species originated outside of known space and is completely unknown to us, or two; her species is protected under the Prime Directive. Which would mean data on her anatomy would be restricted. But I have worked in Starfleet for nearly thirty years as a physician, most of that time on a starship, so I have seen my share of Prime Directive species; I can't say that I am familiar with this one," Grim said.

"We should have known. Starfleet put pressure on the Orions to stop the breading and trafficking of Orion slaves. They probably just started picking up other races on unprotected planets," Ezekiel said.

"I have her under a sedative at the moment," Grim said, "The sedative will ware off slowly, allowing her to slowly become concuss. But it may take a few days before she is able to answer any questions. Doctor Bolivar has some psychology experience, she recommends patents."

"What if her species turns out to be protected under the Prime Directive," Ezekiel asked.

"Than we turn her over to Starfleet," Grim said, "The prime directive regulations are rather clear. If she can go home, they will attempt to wipe her memory. If they can't, then they will educate her and introduce her into contemporary society, which of course means she can never go home. That is assuming she is a Prime Directive Species."

"Is their any way to know for sure?" Ezekiel said.

"No," Grim said, "At least not without talking with her."

Ezekiel let out a long sigh. "Thank you doctors, to what you can and keep me apprise." With that, he turned to leave sickbay.

"Skipper," Lie said, "May I ask where you are going?"

"To my quarters, I need some space to think," Ezekiel said.

=/\=

Be not afraid of sudden fear, neither of the desolation of the wicked, when it cometh. For the Lord shall be thy confidence, and shall keep thy foot from being taken. Withhold not good from them to whom it is due, when it is in the power of thine hand to do it. Say not unto thy neighbor, "Go, and come again, and tomorrow I will give," when thou hast it by thee.

Proverbs 3:25.

It suddenly made sense, why did he not see this before? He read the passage again, and then again. He took the cap off his yellow highlighter and highlighted his very first passage worth remembering in his new bible. Suddenly, so many things fell into place for him. And while he didn't have all his answers as yet, he had enough to know where he needed to go. The question now was would he have a chance to undo his mistake.

He had no right to ask Nyesha. She had already brought him this far, the rest of the road was meant for him to travel, and him alone. He read the passage one last time, committing it to memory. He then placed it open on the dresser just under porthole for his sleeping quarters, so that he might be able to come back to the passage again. He then pulled out the backcloth from its box, and held it up to the window so that he could compare the birth stones to the stars twinkling outside the window.

"Boo-beep"

"Come," he said answering the door bell.

A moment later, and the door that connected his foyer to his sleeping chamber opened. The limited space of the ship as well as the confines of the rooms meant that only the sleeping quarters that lined the outer hull had an outside view of space. Even the captain didn't get any special luxury.

"It's been two hours as you asked," Nyesha said, "Why are we not yet underway?"

"I need to know where we are going first," Ezekiel said.

"You already have the answer to that; we must go to Earth Colony, to join up with the others," Nyesha said.

"Not if we take a detour," Ezekiel said, "I guess my father was right, if something is too good to be true, than it probably is. It turns out your offer is no exception."

"I do not understand," Nyesha said, "My offer is genuine. You are captain of this vessel; it is you who are in charge. You even proved that on the bridge today."

"It's not you, Mrs. Grace," Ezekiel said with a sigh, "It's me. Don't get me wrong, I want this job. But I can't take this job at the expense of doing the right thing. I have already committed that sin once, I will not commit it a second time."

"And what are you talking about?" Nyesha said.

"I am afrade I am going to have to turn down this command. I have to leave. I will get you to Earth Colony, and stay on until you find a replacement captain. But I just discovered that there is something I must do. There are a lot of people out there that I owe something too. I need to go back to Goggine Three."

"But why?" Nyesha said.

"I have unfinished business there," Ezekiel said, "I have no idea how I am going to do it, but I will find a way. I had hopped you would understand."

"No, I do not understand this," she said, "At the very least, you owe me an explanation."

"When I was on Goggine, they were accusing each other of kidnapping their citizens and selling them off into slavery. They went to war because of that. When I appeared, their war expanded. I now have reason to believe that it was the Orion's that were kidnapping the Goggine. If this is even remotely true, I have to find a way to go back and prove it."

"And then why not ask me? It sounds to me that you have not thought this through," Nyesha said.

"I have been thinking about this from the moment we first met. Look, one of my responsibilities is to look after the budget under the Screaming Rebel. To go to Goggine, we would have to back track by nearly two weeks, and we would have to re-supply before continuing on to Earth Colony. I know you don't have the extra money for such a project, and the longer it takes to get to Earth Colony, the longer it takes to launch the business. And there is my black mark, if we get caught at Goggine..."

"Yes, they will pull my operations license," Nyesha said.

"No, they will do a lot more than that. They will throw us in prison for this; me, you, Lie, possibly Teddy. This isn't a starship, no one on that bridge has to take my orders, and their fore just following orders is not a valid defense," Ezekiel said, "I can't ask you to take that risk. Not for some one you don't know."

"But what about the frontier, the new worlds," Nyesha said, "I can see past your black mark. I don't know if any one else can. You would be throwing away your only chance at command."

"You said that your late husband wanted to do, good in this world. That he wanted to make a difference. For what it's worth, I owe you a great deal. If it weren't for you, I would most likely die herding freighters as nothing more than a 1st officer of a two man ship, unable to take command. You kicked me in the teeth and make me look around; you offered me a chance at redemption. Now I have to follow through, alone," he said.

He then turned to walk past Nyesha, getting ready to make his way back to the bridge, leaving her behind in his bedroom.

She went up to the window to look out at the stars. She watched for some time, eventually the stars turned, and slipped into warp.

That was when she looked down to see the page he had left his bible open to, and the freshly highlighted passage.

"Withhold not good from them to whom it is due," she read to herself.

=/\=

/Captain's log:

It has been six hours, and thus far, we have managed to evade detection by the Orions and have resumed course for Earth Colony Two. The John Brown and the Spirit of Seventy Seven have slowed to warp five so that we can catch up with them without violating the warp speed limit. At this rate, we should catch up with them in two days.

On a personal note, I have decided not to tell the crew about my decision to leave until after a new captain is selected. But it may take me years to earn enough money to higher a ship back to Goggine. I'll think of something. It this is truly what I need to do, the Lord will provide me a way. For the first time in my life for a long time, I now know what it is that he expects of me. End log./

Kyle and OrVok carefully carried the alien girl to one of the steerage guest quarters and to the bunk room in the back. The room was bare bones, with very little in the way of decorations or amenities. But as with many rooms on the Screaming Rebel, this one was designed to serve double duty as a brig. The bunk room could be closed off with its own force field, giving the prisoner only one of four bunks to use and access to a head. And every thing was under surveillance.

They transferred the still unconscious girl from the littler to one of the bunks, and tucked her in. They then pulled back to the foyer and turned on the force shield. By then, Doctor Bolivar and come in behind them.

"Good," she said, "Let go back to sick bay, we can watch her wake up there." She said as she started back. OrVok and Kyle did a double take before falling into step behind her.

"Is this necessary?" OrVok said, "Locking me in a cell will make it harder for me to believe that I am your friend, not easier."

"The point is to make her feel safe and unthreatened. She will slowly wake up and come to realize that no one is here to harm her. But if she goes berserk again, at least she will be under control until she can calm down," she explained.

OrVok and Kyle didn't look convinced.

"Trust me, I know what I am doing," Tanya said.

"Ha, last time I heard a doctor say that, Godzilla attacked Tokyo," Kyle said.

"Godzilla?" OrVok said.

"Yay, a giant, one thousand foot tall, aquatic lizard that likes to step on nuclear power plants," Kyle explained.

"A one thousand foot tall lizard," OrVok said, "that most be the most dangerous creature in the known universe."

Kyle blinked at his boss. "Yay, devastating species, it nearly invaded Vulcan. But, well, it being a desert planet and all."

"Oh please," Tanya said as she rolled her eyes at Kyle, "Every one knows Godzilla doesn't exist."

"That's exactly what the doctor said," Kyle said, more to OrVok than to any one else, "and moments later, this huge monster rose out of the sea, and started smashing warships together like bathtub toys. You can imagine the doctor's embarrassment." OrVok only continued to look disturbed.

A moment later, they were back in sick bay, carefully watching one of the monitors, waiting for their patient to wake up. They didn't see any sign of life for nearly twenty minutes as the sedative slowly wore off. And then she opened here eyes. The fear on her face was obvious, even through the monitor. She then began to pull herself out of bed, but was only just strong enough to fall into the floor.

"I don't understand," Tanya said, "she should just try to sleep it off until some of her strength returns."

"This douse not look to be the case here, doctor," OrVok said, "It's obvious to me that she is fighting - despite the drug. She clearly has what you human's call, spirit."

"Good," Tanya said. As they watched, she managed to pull herself up by the side of the bunk, only to fall down again. "It means she has a chance. I hope you are right about that spirit thing, OrVok, she is going to find out that waking up is the easy part."

=/\=

The cafeteria was a large room filled with five tables, each with five chairs mounted around them. More than enough chairs to seat all of the crew and passengers. This made the cafeteria the largest room on the ship. Because of technical necessity, the windows could not be the full sized bay windows as was used for the quest quarters. But they were still impressively large oval windows that looked out the port side of the ship, and right now, that was what he needed.

With his sextant, he took a position reading of a distant start that resided outside the warp horizon. He then wrote down the readings onto a note pad to plug the numbers into his formula that he had written from memory. He than began to make the necessary calculations, orientating himself to one of the reference constellations he was using.

He smiled to himself. He was closer this time, within two parsecs of space given to him by the computer.

He took up his sextant and started to read a fix on a new, distant star. Suddenly, the star changed orientation. Letting down his sextant, he realized that the warping stars had quit moving, and were now happily twinkling in the distance. The ship had just dropped out of warp.

He put down his sextant on the table and stormed over to one of the com panels. "Skipper to bridge, why have we dropped out of warp?" he demanded.

"Skipper, you need to come to the bridge," he heard Lie say on the other end. She sounded worried.

"This had better be good," he said. It didn't take him long to traverse the full length of the Screaming Rebel. He soon barged into the bridge, nearly ready for any thing.

But all of the command staff standing, offering a show of respect. Lie, Teddy, OrVok, Dr. Grim, Natch, Stun, they were all there, which made for a rather crowded bridge.

"Why have we dropped out of warp?" Ezekiel demanded.

"Because it was I that ordered them to," Nyesha said. The Captain's chair turned around to reveal Nyesha Grace who was beaming with a wide smile. "I ordered the ship to a full stop so that we can change course for Goggine. I'll admit that it took some doing to convince every one, but I find that you do not have to argue very hard to convince people to do the right thing."

"Is this true," Ezekiel said as he looked every one over in turn.

Lie was the first one to step forward, looking down on him from her height. She actually looked quite anger with him.

"My people could never have won our freedom, of some one else had not broken the chains of bondage. If the Goggine are being taken as slaved, I must be there to pass on the freedom," Lie said, "You said to be honest. You should not forget trust."

"Skipper," Stun said, "I know that it's not logical, but with my time among Humans, I have learned that some times the logical thing, is not necessarily the right thing. I accept the risks, and will follow your lead to Goggine."

"Look, I haven't exactly led a good life," Teddy said, "I've done a lot of things that... well, that I am ashamed of. I am not going to turn down an opportunity to turn my life around."

"The first calling of any doctor, to help people," Doctor Grim said, "If the Goggine are in need of help, that is all I need to hear."

"Skipper," OrVok said. He then paused to consider his words, "I just can't turn my back on a fight, especially a worthy one."

With that, little Natch came up to him and look up. "Hay, don't look at me, I am the reasonable one here. But you're still the skipper, and I will back you one hundred percent, no mater how this thing goes down," he said. "Just don't start thinking that it's your ship. And I swear, you cook my hull like that again and I will cut you down to my size." With that, he stormed out of the bridge the only way a midget could.

"Fascinating," Stunn than said, "I don't think I have ever seen him so supportive, even with Captain Richards."

"My husband once told me that a true leader shall go his own way, and turn around to discover others that are following him. You are not the only one on this ship who is looking for an opportunity to redeem them selves," Nyesha said, "It turns out I may be one of them. It just took... a kick in the teeth, to remind me of that." With that, she stood up from the Captains chair, and directed him to take his seat. "And you are still the Captain of the Screaming Rebel. When your ship is named that, you've got to break at least a few rules now and then."

Ezekiel stepped past every one, and took the back of the seat in hand. He remembered a few weeks ago when he first sat in this chair. At the time, it didn't seem quire right. But this time as he sat down, he began to truly understand the magic that ones first command offered. It was this moment that offered him every thing he had ever strove for.

"Alright then, Mz Lie, set us a course for Goggine three, warp factor six," Ezekiel ordered. TWG SUBMIT - Douglas Kulp - Screaming Rebel, The Samaritan's Dilemma, Part 4 Real name: Douglas E. Kulp Username: Code Name D

To be continued...