"What's a six-letter word for diatribe?" Evan said. Joss shook his head at him, staring at the hologram. Evan sighed and leaned back. He had been that way for a good while now, not very communicative at all. Evan's grandmother would have said he looked"fey," which meant grim and dangerous to most...
Here he was, deep into Romulan space, surrounded by Romulan ships; not even under way, his engines only producing enough power to run ship’s systems and keep themselves alive. Another eighteen hours would see the Enterprise towed into a Romulan starbase. Yet he sat in his chair, and turning to on...