V’RAAK EN ROUTE TO QO’NOS “I left some of our top minds behind on Gamaral,” General Lorath said as he walked down the hallway of the battle cruiser. Dark-haired and nearly fifty, he walked a step behind his father out of respect. “They will find the scum that did this, if the Federation doesn’t beat them to it.” Galdor said nothing, glancing instead at what was around him. V’raak was in good condition, despite having fought in the Borg Invasion and in several battles with the Kinshaya over the years. It represented a plum assignment for Lorath: Vor’cha-class cruisers were always in demand, not to mention the fact that he came from no important house of his own. The gin’tak had used some of the influence of the family he worked for in gaining the posting, but it wouldn’t have been of much help had Lorath not been honorable and sensible. Galdor’s oldest son shared his father’s diligence when it came to details—though his father worried that he didn’t think enough for himself.
