Captain's Log Supplemental. We have been holding the Viridian’s Grace while we investigate what they are doing out of here and why they are all the way out here. Captain Drake has tasked the USS Lincoln with providing assistance and are less than twenty-four hours out from our present location. The Orions have been very secretive of their cargo hold. While we try to investigate what happened we are getting little to no where if we can't see what's in their hold.

Zahir stepped across the threshold walking into the engine room of the Grace. Behind her was the ship's Captain. “We are still trying go figure out what is happening with the ship's EPS system,” Zahir said as she approached one of the consoles and began to over look some random system to make it seem as though she was busy. “I can't in good conscience let you leave. Their is no telling if your ship may explode the second you enter warp.”

“I understand that, Ms. Davidson,” Vozuk said as he stood looking at Zahir working miscellaneous at the console. He was growing anxious his captain had only told him about the contents of the cargo hold just before she died. This was entirely new territory, and he knew that their bosses we getting anxious with how late they were. It was only a matter of time before they arrived here to collect their profession and tie up loose ends up. Voxul sighed as he looked to Zahir causing her to turn her head and look to him, “Just please hurry.” He said as he turned leaving the room before Zahir could respond.

Zahir stood their for a moment. Realizing what she saw in his eyes weren't a sense of conquest but actually a sense of fear. As if he was scared of something bigger coming. “Lieutenant, you have command over here. I will be returning to the ship,” she said as she started to walk slowly towards the exit making her way to the transporter room. The commander needs go here about this she thought to herself as the transport tech engaged the transporter.

USS Paramount (NCC-75570), Archanis Sector, Federation-Klingon Border, Beta Quadrant

“You think Grace is being run by someone else?” Zolath asked. After coming back to the ship Zahir asked Nitus to assemble the senior staff so they could discuss the recent revelation. It could be nothing but it was better to get the opinion of many instead of the opinion if one.

“I do, and whomever it is must be extremely powerful for hum to as sacred as he was. He darn near shaking,” Zahir said looking to Arva before turning to look at everyone else.

Nitus sat at the head of the table silent as her staff discussed the situation. She wad thinking of how they could get any where in this investigation how they could figure out what was going on without crossing any major lines but after thinking about it for a while she only came to one conclusion. “We need to get inside the cargo hold,” she said as she looked around the table at the others carefully considering her next words. “By any means necessary.”