Rating: PG.

Spoilers: Yes.

Note: This is a crossover story of Farscape and Babylon 5.

Disclaimer: I did not create Farscape, the universe of Farscape, or its characters. Nor did I create the universe of Babylon 5 and its characters. I merely borrowed them for this story, for which I will receive no monetary compensation. No infringement of copyright intended. Some of the characters in this story were created by me. There use by any other writer is prohibited without my permission.

Time Frame: Approximately four years after the events in my first crossover story, "Alas, Babylon". Farscape-6 years after Season 2 ending. Babylon 5-Earth year 2268, during the time frame of "Crusade".

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It was the Earth Year 2268. The Earth Alliance was at war with an alien menace, and at war with time. It had been one year since the Drakh had attacked Earth. One year since they released a plague into Earth's atmosphere. One year since Earth was quarantined. There were now four years left to find a cure for the Drakh plague before it wiped out all life on Earth. This brings us to our story.

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Chapter 1: The Mission

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Two men stood looking out a window at the surface of the planet Mars. They were in an office building in the capital of the Mars Colony. One of the men was Senator Redwave, one of the few Earth Alliance senators not caught on Earth when the Drakh attacked over a year ago. Now, he and the other senators not stuck on Earth because of the plague are carrying on as best they can without direct assistance from Earth Dome.

The other man was General Edward MacDoughan, known affectionately in Earthforce as "Mac". A former instructor at Earth Force academy, MacDoughan is one of the most respected officers in Earth Force, and is now the military advisor to the Senate. A tall, black man with gray hair and a firm, confident demeanor, he made his case to the Senator.

"Sir, I have no doubt that he can do the job," said MacDoughan.

"He's only been a Captain for a year, General," replied Senator Redwave. "Do you know how many other senior Captains would jump at the chance for this mission? I might be inclined to choose one of them not only for their enthusiasm, but also for their age and experience. Yet, you are telling me that you want me to send a 36 year old Captain with one year's experience as a Captain on a mission of this importance. Why?"

"Sir, I did not make the decision for my recommendation lightly. It was General Lefcourt who originally mentioned his name as a candidate. From that moment, I began to envision him for this assignment. But, to be on the safe side, I made a few calls. Every officer he has served under all enthusiastically recommended him for this mission. Sir, you speak about his lack of age as a disqualifier for this mission. From my viewpoint, his youth makes him perfect for it. His youth and his energy make him the perfect Captain to send into the unknown. You've read his file, seen his record and qualifications. Is there anything in that file which you don't like?"

Senator Redwave chuckled slightly. "Far from it," he replied. "That young man made Captain at such a young age on merit, I'll grant you. He'll probably be a general by the time he is 40. I seem to remember another young man who rose to the Captaincy so quickly. Of course, he never made General."

"No," replied MacDoughan with a smile. "He jumped over General and became the President of the Interstellar Alliance." The General couldn't help but smile when he thought of John Sheridan. He was a former student of the General's at the academy. The Captain he and Redwave were discussing also served under MacDoughan. Mac saw many similar qualities in both men. There were many differences between them, of course, but they were both men who loved challenge and who lusted for a chance to pursue adventure.

"I'll ask you one more time, General," said Senator Redwave. "Are you sure about this young man? The fate of Earth may be riding on our decision."

"Yes, sir. I am positive that the man for this mission is Captain Robert McGregor."

The Senator sighed, and finally committed himself to a decision. "Alright. McGregor it is. Get him here, General."

"Yes, sir"

**

"Continue firing. I want that ship!" said Captain Robert McGregor.

The Earth Alliance Destroyer Perseus was in pursuit of a Drakh warship that had been attacking a supply vessel near Orion sector. Captain McGregor was determined to destroy that ship before it could build up enough power to jump to hyperspace.

The Drakh, of course, were not making that easy. The two ships exchanged heavy fire as the pursuit continued through open space. The Perseus had inflicted heavy damage on the Drakh vessel with her plasma cannons and was closing on it with each passing moment. It was now a race to see if the Drakh could re-power their jump engines before the Earth ship could catch them.

Just as the Drakh were building up the necessary power to jump, the Perseus had closed to laser cannon range. "Were are in range," said Lt. Commander Grant, the ship's Executive Officer.

Captain McGregor activated the comm to the laser gun crews. "Captain to forward batteries. Remove that ship from my sky!"

The forward laser batteries on the Perseus came to life as red laser beams began to cut into the Drakh warship. The enemy vessel was doomed as explosions raked through the Drakh warship. Finally, the Perseus's laser batteries cut the Drakh ship to pieces, and it exploded into a brief, but bright fireball.

Grant turned to his Captain to officially report what McGregor's own eyes had already told him from looking at the forward view screen. "Sir, target destroyed."

McGregor smiled slightly at the victory, but his face turned serious again very quickly. "Damage and casualty report, Commander."

"Jump engines temporarily off line, but we should have them back up again within an hour. Damage to forward sections which will require at least a week in space dock to repair."

"Casualties?"

"Two dead, 19 wounded."

Captain McGregor closed his eyes for a brief moment. This was the hardest part about being a Captain, having to give orders that result in the death of some of your people. With a sigh, McGregor asked the dreaded question.

"Who were they?"

"Crewman Polaski and LtJG Benitez."

"Benitez. God, he just graduated from the academy a year ago. Would have been a good Captain someday," said McGregor with regret.

Just then, Lt. James Hancock approached Captain McGregor with a piece of paper. "Sir, we just received these orders from fleet command," said the Lieutenant.

McGregor read the paper quietly, while Grant and Hancock looked on. When McGregor finished, he looked at his two officers.

"We've been ordered to Mars," said the Captain.

"Mars," said Grant. "Are we finally getting a leave?"

"Probably not," replied McGregor with a smile. "It says I'm to report to a Senator Redwave when I arrive."

"A Senator," said Grant. "Sounds like the big boys want a word with you."

"Yeah," said McGregor. "Sure does." The Captain was quiet for a moment, pondering what the orders could mean. Finally, he spoke again. "Commander, as soon as the jump engines are back on line, set a course for Mars. Best speed."

"Aye, aye, sir," replied Grant.

***

38 Hours Later

A shuttle departed from the EAS Perseus and entered the atmosphere of Mars. On board was Captain Robert McGregor, a man who was pondering what he was doing here. The orders gave no details, only that he was to come to Mars ASAP and report to this Senator Redwave.

The shuttle flew through the Martian atmosphere and headed to the colony capital. It orbited the landing area until given final clearance to touch down on the landing pad. As soon as it did, the protective dome above the pad closed, shutting out the poisonous atmosphere outside.

When the dome was re-pressurized, the Captain was allowed to exit the shuttle. McGregor stepped confidently from the shuttle onto the landing pad. Captain Robert McGregor was a tall, handsome man (6ft. 1 inches) with tan skin, brown hair, brown eyes, and a well built physique. He looked around him, and saw a figure approaching him from a nearby building. As the man got closer, McGregor recognized a familiar face. He smiled as General MacDoughan walked up to him.

Captain McGregor came to attention, and saluted the General. The older man returned the Captain's salute, then reached out his hand. McGregor gripped MacDoughan's hand in a firm handshake, and greeted his former commanding officer.

"Mac! Its good to see you, sir."

"Good to see you too, Robert! Welcome to Mars."

"Thank you, sir."

"I told Senator Redwave that I would come to bring you to him myself. I wanted a chance to see how you are."

The two men walked into the building, and headed to Senator Redwave's office. They asked each other about their families, MacDoughan's wife and children and McGregor's parents. Although separated by years and rank, the two talked as friends due to a common respect and common way of life, that of a soldier.

When they got outside of Senator Redwave's office, Captain McGregor stopped General MacDoughan momentarily and asked him a question that had been on his mind for almost two days.

"Mac, what am I doing here? What is going on?"

"That'll have to wait until we get in there to tell you. All I can say is this. Remember what the Earth Force recruiters said about joining Earth Force. 'Its not just a job, its an adventure.'"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, just think of this office as the place where the biggest adventure of your life is going to begin. This adventure will either make you or break you, Robert. This is the one you wait your whole career for. Now, let's not keep the Senator waiting."

The two officers stepped into the outer office, and were quickly waved through by Senator Redwave's secretary. They knocked on the inner door, and a voice from the other side told them to come in.

MacDoughan and McGregor entered the office, and were greeted by Senator Redwave. General MacDoughan made the introductions.

"Senator Redwave, this is Captain Robert McGregor. Captain, Senator Redwave."

McGregor and the Senator shook hands. "Good to meet you, Captain."

"An honor, sir."

"Well, sit down, both of you, let's talk," said Senator Redwave.

The three men sat down in some chairs set up around a conference table. Senator Redwave cleared his throat and addressed Captain McGregor.

"So, Captain. I've been looking at your service record, and I've been listening to what the General here has had to say about you. I have to say that I am impressed. Earth Force Medal of Valor. Quick rise through the ranks to make Captain by age 36. Outstanding accomplishments on both counts."

"Thank you, sir," said Captain McGregor. He was anxious for the Senator to stop reviewing his service record and tell him what he was doing here.

"Senator," said General MacDoughan. "Perhaps we should get down to business, sir." McGregor inwardly smiled at the General's save. Mac knew that he was anxious to hear about his assignment.

"Very well," replied the Senator. "Captain, you served as the Executive Officer on the Eisenhower during the engagement with the Peacekeeper Command Carrier at system JL-327 four years ago, correct?"

"Yes, sir. That was one hell of a battle. We lost the Furies, but the fleet was able to take out the Peacekeeper warship."

"Yes. Since then, the Interstellar Alliance and EarthGov have both discussed sending an expedition to the region of the galaxy where the Peacekeepers came from. But each time, funding has been an issue and other concerns have arisen. Now, with the Drakh War and Earth under quarantine, long range exploratory expeditions have been refocused in finding a cure for the Drakh plague. Most resources are put into that or into fighting the Drakh. However, the President has decided to go forward with an expedition into the so called 'Uncharted Territories'. That's the area of space that the Leviathan ship Moya came from four years ago."

Senator Redwave activated a view screen, and a series of pictures appeared on the view screen. Captain McGregor recognized the first picture.

The Senator turned to the Captain. "Did you ever meet Commander John Crichton?"

"Briefly, sir, at a briefing on Babylon 5 before the fleet departed for JL-327. I also met his wife, LtJG Aeryn Sun-Crichton."

"Well, they and the rest of Moya's crew allowed us full access to Moya's databanks while they were at Babylon 5. We gathered a wealth of intel on the area of space where they came from. Using this data, we looked for possible candidates for first contact. This became our prime choice."

The Senator used a control to change the image on the view screen. A star chart appeared on the map showing a group of planetary systems. Redwave again spoke to the Captain.

"These are the Sebacean Royal Colonies. They were encountered by Moya's crew approximately 6 years ago. This society developed when a large group of Sebaceans colonies broke away from Peacekeeper control and established themselves as an independent power. They are sort of a wild card in that region of space. Many of the other races are interested in the colonies for their strategic value. But, they are powerful enough to make invasion a costly prospect, and they resist alliances with other powers. More information is provided in a data crystal I'm going to give you."

"So you want me to take the Perseus and go to these Royal Colonies?" asked McGregor.

"No, not exactly," said MacDoughan. "An Omega class destroyer would not be an optimum choice for this expedition. Its long range capabilities are limited. An explorer ship is no good because its not armed well enough if it got into trouble. No, we want you to command the expedition. But, we have another ship in mind for you."

Senator Redwave again changed the pictured on the view screen. The schematics of a warship appeared on the screen. General MacDoughan continued.

"You are to command a modified Warlock class destroyer. She's called the Indefatigable. The work crews have been working on her for two years, but she's finally ready."

"You called it a modified Warlock destroyer, sir," said McGregor. "How had she been modified?"

"First," replied MacDoughan, "she had been equipped with an additional engine system called a hetch drive. We got the specs for this system from Commander Crichton. It allows you to travel much faster through normal space than our engines can. Of course, its still much slower than hyperspace travel. But..."

"But, we don't have hyperspace beacons out that far," broke in Captain McGregor. "I was wondering how I was supposed to get to there, sir."

"You'll go as far as you can in hyperspace," said Senator Redwave, "then go the rest of the way using the hetch drive. Estimated travel time will be about 5 months. When you get there, if you run into any trouble, the Indefatigable is equipped with another modification."

"Captain," said MacDoughan. "Remember what made that command carrier so hard to kill at JL-327?"

"Well, sir, besides the fact that the ship was about 3 times as big as an Omega class destroyer, they also had some kind of defense screen."

"We got the specs for a defense screen from a study of the defense screen on Moya," said MacDoughan. "Your ship is now equipped with defense screen."

"The great equalizer, Captain," said Redwave, "in case you run into trouble."

"Well," said Captain McGregor, "I'm certainly going in with some big guns."

"Yes, but remember something, Captain," said Redwave. "This is a diplomatic mission. Only fight if you have to. Yes, we are sending you with a powerful warship. But, we want you to follow the policy of Theodore Roosevelt. 'Walk softly, but carry a big stick.'"

"Sir, I have to ask," said Captain McGregor. "Why are we undertaking such an expedition during war time? Surely, this can wait until after the war with the Drakh is over and a cure has been found for the plague, sir."

"That brings us to another matter," said Senator Redwave. "We want you to establish diplomatic contact, yes. But we also have a second purpose for this mission. Human and Sebacean physiology, though not exactly the same, is similar. We want you to very quietly request the aid of the Sebacean Royal Colonies in helping us to find a cure for the Drakh plague. Perhaps they have medical knowledge we don't. They are certainly more advanced in some areas than we are. The President and others felt that this possibility made the expedition worthwhile."

"Captain," broke in General MacDoughan. "Its already been a little over a year sine the Drakh released the plague into Earth's atmosphere. We have a little under four more years to find a cure. We have to pursue every option available to find a cure, or every human on Earth will die. Our hope is that the Sebaceans can help us."

"Let me emphasize something on this point, Captain," said Redwave. "Make this inquiry with their government as secret as possible. We don't want to advertise our present vulnerability to possible hostile races out there."

"What should I promise in exchange for their help?"

"Well, don't promise the keys to Earth Dome," said Senator Redwave. "But, your orders will give you a great deal of leeway in negotiations on this point. This could be life or death for everyone on Earth. This is no time to be picky about trade issues. Do what you have to within some limits to get their help." Senator Redwave went to his desk and retrieved something from a drawer. He approached Captain McGregor and handed him a data crystal. "All of the details of your mission are on this data crystal. Read it. If you have any more questions, General MacDoughan will be your contact. If there's nothing else, your dismissed Captain."

Captain McGregor and General MacDoughan left the Senator's office and walked back to the shuttle pad. On the way, they talked about the mission.

"Sir, um....I have to ask," said McGregor. "Why me?"

MacDoughan smiled. "Because you are quite simply one of the best officers in the fleet. You are certainly the best equipped officer for this mission. Your record in first contact protocol is excellent. You know how to be diplomatic, but you can fight when you have to. Also, you have experience fighting the Peacekeepers. That might come in handy out there."

"Sir, I'm sure there are other officers out there. What about Captain Ivanova?"

"She's on another assignment, won't be back for months. No, Captain. We've made our choice, and it's the right one. Never doubt that. Now, go back to the Perseus and pack. Your crew will be transferred to the Indefatigable, along with some additional linguistic experts, scientists, and doctors that will go with you on the expedition. While we are on the subject of your crew, there is something I want to discuss."

"Sir?," said Captain McGregor warily. He knew what was coming.

"I have to ask, Robert. Do you think that Lt. Commander Grant can handle this assignment as your exec? Before you answer, consider this carefully. His record...."

"I know all about his record, sir," replied McGregor. "I was asked this same question when I picked him to be my exec when I took command of the Perseus. I trust Grant. He is a good officer, and a good Executive Officer. He knows how to get things done, to get into the minutia of operations, which is exactly what I need in an exec. Yes, he has had some trouble in the past. But that's in the past. I want him on this mission, sir."

MacDoughan considered for a moment, but nodded his head. "Very well, Captain. But if he screws this up..."

"He won't, sir." The two exited the building and stepped onto the shuttle pad. The shuttle McGregor arrived in waited there to take Captain McGregor back to the Perseus.

The two officers shook hands. "I'll contact you in 24 hours, Robert," said MacDoughan. "Have your crew ready for transfer by then."

"Aye, sir," replied the Captain. They exchanged salutes, and McGregor climbed back on board the shuttle.

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Chapter 2: The Captain

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Five and 1/2 months after the initial meeting between Captain McGregor, General MacDoughan, and Senator Redwave, the EAS Indefatigable was proceeding through the Uncharted Territories. After McGregor and his crew were transferred to the Indefatigable from the Perseus, they began one month of orientation training on their new ship. Meanwhile, the other linguistics, science, and medical personnel transferred aboard.

After a month, the crew had learned their new ship inside and out. The began to affectionately refer to the vessel as the "Indy", and made themselves at home in what would be their surroundings for at least a year. The Indefatigable was a heavily armed vessel approximately 1,992 meters long, weighing 66.8 metric tons. She was armed with missile batteries capable of firing both conventional and nuclear missiles, plasma cannons, laser batteries, a multi-tasking defense grid, a 15 meter thick armored hull, and their new piece of hardware, a defense screen. The Warlock class destroyer is the first class of Earth warship to be equipped with a gravimetric drive system based on Minbari designs. This eliminated the need for rotating sections to maintain gravity. The Indy also carried 42 Starfury fighters, as well as a number of shuttles.

In short, the EAS Indefatigable was a fast moving, heavily armed fortress, with a new hetch drive system that was working with great efficiency. They spent nearly two months in hyperspace, another 2 and 1/2 traveling through normal space using the hetch drive. Along the way, they had encountered a few other ships from various races. None of them were hostile, or at least the ones that would have been decided against picking a fight when they saw the Indefatigable.

The crew was almost to their destination, and Captain McGregor sat in his quarters quite pleased with their performance to date. They had been out of touch with home for a long time, but the crew was holding up very well. A lot of goodbyes were made before the Indy left home, and the welcome homes would not be coming for a long time yet.

McGregor sat at his desk reading a well worn copy of C.S. Forester's "Beat to Quarters", one of the 11 Horatio Hornblower novels. He had read all of the Hornblower novels at lest four times over the years (they were his favorite books), and he chose this one to read because it saw Hornblower faced with similar circumstances that he was in now. A Captain on independent command with a ship a long way from home and out of touch with superiors, braving unknown waters (or space) to meet with a foreign power. McGregor took comfort in his favorite literary character's trials in the book, and gained inspiration to face the trials that were ahead for him.

Captain Robert McGregor was born in Williamsburg, Virginia, to Harold and Ann McGregor. His parents were both professors at the College of William and Mary, his father a professor of history, his mother a professor of literature. They were academic types who had a huge library that they encouraged Robert to indulge in as a boy. Robert's parents instilled in him a love of reading and a respect for education in the hopes that he too would become a part of academia when he grew up. However, young Robert McGregor developed other ideas.

In his adolescence, Robert developed a keen interest in naval history and literature, especially anything from the Napoleonic Era. He was introduced the Horatio Hornblower series by an uncle, and he read all 11 of those books in a single year. Robert also began to read about the real lives and adventures of British and American naval heroes from that era, such as Admiral Nelson, Thomas Cochrane, Stephen Decatur, and John Paul Jones. The more and more he learned about these men, the more and more he wanted to be like them. Robert McGregor developed a spirit for adventure that would not allow him to be tied down to a professor's job at some stuffy University.

Instead, his craving for adventure and his desire to lead a life of service took him to the Earth Force Academy, where he graduated with top honors. While there, he caught the eye of many of his instructors and fellow classmates who all saw in him some aura of destiny. After graduating, he spent one year serving on a destroyer as a junior Lieutenant. While there, he developed a keen interest in Starfuries, and set about becoming a fighter pilot. This would lead him to the events that would begin his career with high honors and recognition for bravery and leadership.

While on final maneuvers for fighter training near grid Epsilon, the training squadron McGregor was in responded to a distress call. A supply ship was under attack from raiders, and the flight of rookie pilots were the only Earth Force unit within range to respond. Not long after arriving on the scene, the training officer's fighter was shot down, leaving the green fighter pilots to face the determined raiders alone. McGregor acted quickly and took command of the squadron. Without loosing another pilot, he led the squadron against the raiders and destroyed them all, saving the supply ship. For this action, young Lieutenant McGregor was awarded the Earth Force Medal of Valor, the service's highest honor.

From then on, he would rise through the ranks quickly on various assignments. This included serving as a Lieutenant on the EAS Vesta, under the command of then Captain Edward MacDoughan. They fought under Sheridan in the Earth Civil War, and participated in the final campaign to liberate Earth from President Clark and his goons. On his first assignment as a Commander and Executive Officer, McGregor served on the EAS Eisenhower and fought in the Battle of JL-327 against the Peacekeeper Command Carrier.

At age 36, he was promoted to Captain and given command of the EAS Perseus, just in time for the beginning of the Drakh War. He remained in command of that ship until that fateful day 5 and 1/2 months ago when he was given command of the EAS Indefatigable, and chosen to lead this expedition into the unknown. McGregor was an officer who was highly dedicated and had a sense of honor unchallenged by anyone who knew him. Many officers in the service see his charmed rise through the ranks as the prime example of the ideal officer. He was very much a man of tradition. Some say that he really belongs in the era of those naval heroes, both real and fictional, that he loves to study from the age of "wooden ships and iron men". In fact, whenever McGregor is in full dress uniform, he wears his Earth Force standard saber, even though they are usually only worn as an optional parade item on the dress uniform. He chooses to wear it as a connection to the naval officers of that bygone era who wore sabers on their dress uniforms. Consequently, all of his officers follow their leader's example and wear their sabers when in full dress uniform. When assembled in dress uniform, the officers who serve under McGregor are the best dressed and smartest looking of any group of officers in the service.

McGregor heard a knock on the door. "Enter," he said.

Lieutenant Commander Thomas Grant, the ship's Executive Officer, stepped into the room. He handed his Captain a ship's operations status report, which McGregor read over.

Grant and McGregor had known each other since the Academy. McGregor was actually a year behind Grant at the Academy, but that did not get in the way of them developing a strong friendship. Grant was slightly shorter than McGregor (5 ft 8 inches), with blond hair, firm features, and a smile that tended to make him popular with women. While McGregor was the conservative, serious type, Thomas Grant had always been the outgoing, party animal type. He was still a good officer, although mediocre at his studies at the Academy. When Grant graduated, he started off his career doing very well, rising to full Lieutenant in a respectable amount of time.

That is when a woman named Tanya Ware stepped into his life. She was a waitress at a bar on Proxima 3 where Grant was stationed. All of Grant's friends, including McGregor, tried to tell the smitten young man that Tanya was no good. She had been known to have been with more than one hot shot Earth Force officer in her time, and had a reputation for drinking and partying around. Tom Grant would hear nothing of it, even decking a friend of his when he warned Grant to stay clear of her. Tanya Ware had slipped her way into Thomas Grant's heart, using womanly wiles, an act of being a deprived woman from a poor background, and an incredible body that Tom couldn't get enough of. Tanya wanted Thomas Grant, and his Earth Force military benefits, and she used every trick in the book to rope Tom into marrying her.

The two of them married, despite the objections of McGregor and other friends. Almost from the start, Tanya began to cheat on Grant. She was hopping in and out of half of the beds on that base, making Grant a laughing stock. He heard about it, but dismissed it as rumor until he came home from deployment to catch Tanya in bed with another man. Humiliated, Grant turned to drinking, crawling further and further into the bottle. McGregor tried to get him to leave Tanya, but Tom was not ready to give her up. For some reason, he still wanted Tanya despite her liaisons with other men. He thought he could reform her, but all he ended up doing was turning his life into a living hell between fights with Tanya and more and more booze.

This path of destruction eventually led Grant to a fateful night 4 years ago. On that night, Tom came home to find Tanya going out. When he asked where she was going, Tanya brazeningly admitted she was going to see another man and probably sleep with him. Something in Thomas Grant snapped. He beat Tanya severely, and sent the young woman running from the house in terror. She took their hover car, and went to meet her boyfriend. But along the way, she ended up in an accident and was killed instantly.

Feeling guilty over Tanya's death, Grant crawled even further into the bottle and ended up suspended from duty. This is when Robert McGregor went to Grant to talk some sense into him. After a long night of arguing, and even getting into a fistfight, Robert convinced Tom to get counseling and save his career. For a year, Thomas Grant went to alcohol abuse counseling and anger management training. At the end of that year, Thomas Grant was stone cold sober and had a new lease on life. However, many in Earth Force were still skeptical about Grant's recovery. When he was promoted to Captain and given command of the Perseus, Robert McGregor (against the advice of many) took Lt. Commander Grant as his Executive Officer. Since then, Grant has remained a good and stable officer, and had proven to be the ideal XO for McGregor. The Captain never knew if Grant would ever had a relapse, but the more time that went by, the more he felt sure Grant would remain on the right track.

McGregor finished reading the ship's ops report, and handed it back to Grant. "ETA to the Sebacean Royal Colonies?" McGregor asked.

"About 2 weeks," replied Grant. He smiled, and chuckled slightly. "Wow, two weeks left after 4 and a half months in flight."

"Yeah. Hard to believe we're almost there. I'm very proud of how the ship and crew have held up for all of this time."

"Um, Robert," said Grant warily. "I wanted to thank you, again, for taking me along on this trip. I mean, this is, well, this is the one that can get my career back on track, and it would never have happened if you hadn't given me a second chance when no one else would."

"Tom, you have done very well as my XO. I put my faith in you, and you haven't let me down. Like I said when I chose you to be my XO, I knew you were the right man for the job. There is no man better at handling the minutia of operations, the wrangling of department heads. I may command this ship, but you are the one that keep's it running along smoothly. As for the rest, what are friends for."

"I know." Grant hesitated for a moment. "I promise, Robert. I won't let you down."

"I'm sure you won't. Because if you do, I'll kick your ass," replied McGregor with a smile.

Just then, Captain McGregor's comm link activated. He activated the device attached to the top of his hand, and spoke into it. "McGregor, go ahead."

"Sir, long range scanners have detected a ship just within scanning range. It appears to be shadowing us."

McGregor looked at Grant, who made a comment. "Well, somebody must be interested in us."

"The XO and I will be right there," said McGregor into the link before deactivating it. He turned to Grant. "Let's do it."

The two officers marched smartly from the Captain's quarters and headed to the bridge.

**

Captain McGregor and Lt. Commander Grant stepped onto the bridge. McGregor spoke to the bridge duty officer, Lieutenant James Hancock. "Report."

"Sir, the unknown vessel is still following us at extreme scanning range. We have detected discreet scanning directed at us from the unknown ship, but no attempts at communications have been forthcoming."

"Very well," said McGregor. "Scanners, keep an eye in that ship. XO, your opinion."

"Sir, we need to find out who that ship is and what they want. We can't have them shadowing us from here on out."

"Agreed," replied McGregor. "Launch a flight of Starfuries to investigate and make contact with that vessel. I want to know their intentions."

"Aye, aye, sir," replied Grant.

A few minutes later, 4 starfuries departed from the launch bay of the Indefatigable and headed for the unknown ship. It would take them at least 20 minutes to intercept the unknown ship. Meanwhile, the Indy was slowed to 1/4 speed as the Captain and crew waited for the report from the Starfuries.

After a few moments, the officer at the bridge scanner station reported. "Captain, scanners report that the vessel had detected our fighters. The ship has turned away and is proceeding in the opposite direction with increasing speed."

"Orders, sir," asked Grant.

"Have the fighters return to the barn. Keep scanners trained on that ship as long as you can detect it. When the fighters get back, proceed back on course and speed."

"Aye, sir," replied Grant.

McGregor sat in the Captain's chair and pondered what had just happened. Whoever they were, they were apparently scared away by the Starfuries. The scanners had not been able to get much information about the ship at that range. It could have been just another alien race curious about the new ship in the area, or it could have been something else. At any rate, the unknown vessel was no longer shadowing them, and that made McGregor feel much better.

As soon as the Starfuries had returned to the Indefatigable, the warship proceeded back on course for the Sebacean Royal Colonies. The mystery of the unknown ship would have to wait for now.

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Chapter 3: The Royal Court

*

Officer Lassine sat and watched her scanners as she did every day. She was a member of the Sebacean Royal Colony Defense Force, stationed at a military outpost on the outskirts of their space. Lassine's job was to monitor readings from the scanners that monitored the border.

As she was watching the screen, a blip appeared on the scanners. This was nothing extraordinary. Ships of various species came and went every day in the peaceful conduct of business with the Royal Colonies. However, the routine nature of the situation changed when she punched readings from the scanners into the Ship Identity Computer, and the report came back as an unknown vessel.

This development caused Lassine to bring in her commanding officer. "Sir, report from scanners."

A young Lieutenant came up to see what Lassine had to report. "Report."

"Sir, I am detecting an unknown vessel approaching our border. More information is coming in." She hesitated for a moment. "Sir, its definitely a warship."

The Lieutenant reacted quickly, calling for the post commander. Commander Riken came into the room and was informed about the approaching alien warship.

"Open communications, all frequencies," said Riken.

A communications officers opened a channel. Riken spoke into the comm system. "Attention unknown vessel. You are approaching the territorial space of the Sebacean Royal Colonies. Identify yourself and your intentions."

After a few moments, a voice responded. "This is Captain Robert McGregor, commanding the destroyer Indefatigable. I am the official representative of the Earth Alliance, an interstellar government from another part of this galaxy. We are here on a peaceful mission from our government to open up diplomatic relations with your government. May I please speak to a representative of your government?"

**

After several days of intense official negotiations and discussions over the communications channels, everything was arranged for a diplomatic visit to the Sebacean Royal Planet, their capital. The Indefatigable was escorted by several Sebacean warships to the Royal Planet. Once there, an audience was arranged for Captain McGregor with the Empress of the Royal Colonies.

McGregor looked at himself in the mirror. He adjusted the fit of the best dress uniform he had, and made sure all of his ribbons were in perfect alignment. Satisfied with what he saw, McGregor reached around to a case and retrieved his dress saber and belt. He put on the belt, and adjusted the sword to hang from its mount on the belt.

Once again, he checked every part of his attire to make sure that he was every inch the properly dressed Earth Force Officer. After all, it wasn't every day that he had an audience with royalty.

Captain McGregor left his quarters and headed for the bridge. As he passed through the corridors of the Indy, he could feel a resonating excitement running through the crew. They had finally reached their destination after a five month journey, and had successfully made initial contact. A feeling of both apprehension and success filled the officers and crew at having gotten this far.

McGregor stepped onto the bridge, where he was met by Lt. Commander Grant, who was also fully decked out in his Earth Force dress uniform and saber. They shook hands, and McGregor spoke to Grant.

"Are we ready, Commander?"

"Ready as we'll ever be, sir."

"Good. Communications, open a ship wide frequency."

"Frequency open, sir," replied the communications officer.

"This is the Captain. May I have your attention, please. The XO and myself are about to depart for the Sebacean Royal Planet to make formal contact with their government. First, let me say to all of you that I am very proud of how this crew has performed to date. Now, I must ask for your continued support as we get to the most vital part of our mission: establishing successful relations with this government. As members of Earth Force, we fly the colors of the Earth Alliance, and represent our government and our people. I know that I don't have to ask for your best show of professionalism and honor as we proceed with our mission. May fortune favor us in the task ahead. That is all."

The comm frequency was closed. "Well, Commander," said McGregor. "Let's visit the locals."

***

A shuttle carrying Captain McGregor, Lt. Commander Grant, and another officer, Lieutenant Junior Grade Reynolds, left the Indefatigable and headed for the Royal Planet. They were escorted in by Sebacean fighters, built along similar principals to Peacekeeper Prowlers.

As the shuttle flew over the capital city of the Royal Planet, the Earth Force officers were treated to the view of a beautiful city with sprawling, green parks and pyramid like buildings. The architecture was somewhat similar to some human designs, almost like some high tech form of Ancient Thebes or Rome.

The shuttle proceeded to a landing pad, and set down softly on the tarmac. A small party of royal officials and guards were waiting to greet the party from the Earth ship. Captain McGregor exited the shuttle first, followed by Grant and Reynolds.

One of the officials dressed in white approached the Captain and introduced himself. "I am Counselor Barusa, the official representative of her Royal Majesty, Empress Novia."

"Captain Robert McGregor, commanding the Earth Alliance Destroyer Indefatigable. On behalf of the Earth Alliance, I come to meet with your Empress in peace and friendship."

"On behalf of her Majesty, I welcome you and your officers. If you will submit to a scan for weapons, then we shall shortly proceed to your audience with the Empress."

The officers did indeed submit to a scan, and the only weapons found were the ceremonial sabers the officers wore on their belts. Captain McGregor showed Barusa that the blades were not sharpened and that the weapons were only ceremonial. After some convincing, the Counselor was persuaded that the sabers posed no threat. The Earth Force officers had also brought a gift for the Empress, which had to be inspected before being allowed to be given to the Sebacean ruler.

The party proceeded into the Royal Palace. The Earth Force officers were stunned by the beauty and serenity of the construction of the palace as they were escorted through the bleached white corridors.

After a several minute walk, the party stopped at a set of two large doors. Barusa instructed the Earth Force officers to wait to see if the Empress was ready to receive them. He left them, and came back out a few moments later.

"Her majesty is ready to receive your party, Captain."

The grand doors opened to a large room filled with Sebacean government officials. At the other end of the room stood a beautiful woman adorned in white whose presence seemed to echo authority and confidence. Also noticeable in the center of the room were the statues of a young man and woman that seemed very lifelike to the Captain.

Counselor Barusa announced the Earth party. "Presenting, Captain Robert McGregor of the Earth Alliance Destroyer Indefatigable and the official representatives of the Earth Alliance."

The Empress smiled as the Earth Force Officers approached in their gray dress uniforms, adorned with gold braid and multi-colored ribbons. Captain McGregor stepped out ahead of the group, and bowed to the Empress. She then spoke to him.

"Captain McGregor. On behalf of my people, let me welcome you to the Sebacean Royal Colonies. It is my hope that our two governments can indeed proceed with a peaceful diplomatic dialogue."

McGregor was in awe of this woman and the royal splendor around him. This was a far cry from the modest Virginia home he grew up in, or the sparse surroundings that a soldier was used to. He got over his nerves and responded.

"On behalf of the Earth Alliance let me express my deepest gratitude for the welcome Your Majesty has extended to us. We have traveled a long way to get here, and it is nice to feel welcomed now that we are here. May I introduce my officers. This is my Executive Officer, the second in command of the Indefatigable, Lieutenant Commander Thomas Grant, and Junior Lieutenant George Reynolds." Both officers gave a formal bow to the Empress.

"Welcome, gentlemen. I understand that you have brought me a gift from your world," replied the Empress.

"Yes, I did. I believe Counselor Barusa has it in his care."

"Yes, Majesty, I do have it," said Barusa, who approached from the background. He motioned for two guards who carried an ornate box and placed it in the hands of the Empress. She opened the box, and a look of awe showed on her face. From the box, Empress Novia removed a small vase, an object the likes of which she had never seen before.

"Captain, what is it?" asked the Empress with wonder.

"It is called a vase, Majesty. The ones of this type are manufactured in a country on my world called China. This particular one belonged to a great Empress from my world's past. Her name was Catherine the Great, the Empress of all the Russias."

"It is beautiful, Captain. I thank you and your government for the gift." She placed it back in the box and handed it over to Barusa. "Now, a formal reception has been arranged for this evening to welcome you and your officers to our nation. The members of the Royal Court will be in attendance, as will Ambassadors from various other governments. I believe Barusa has arranged quarters for you and your officers here in the palace. We shall begin formal diplomatic discussions tomorrow. All of the arrangements will be made through Counselor Barusa. I shall see you tonight, Captain."

With that, the initial audience with the Empress was over. After the Empress and her entourage departed, Counselor Barusa escorted Captain McGregor and his officers from the hall. As the group from Earth left the room, a young woman in the audience watched with great interest. She particularly focused her attention on Captain McGregor. In fact, she had not been able to keep her eyes off of him since he entered the room. Already, the thoughts of her next move filled her head, and she was determined that she would meet him tonight.

****

That evening, Counselor Barusa escorted Captain McGregor, Lt. Commander Grant, and LtJG Reynolds into the reception being given in their honor. They entered a sort of receiving line, where they were presented to and exchanged a word or two with the Empress.

Afterwards, the Earth Force Officers went about the business of mingling with the guests. Besides the Sebaceans who were the members of the royal court, McGregor noticed various other alien officials in the room. They were obviously the ambassadors that the Empress had mentioned. He made a point to introduce himself to several of them, and struck up quite a conversation with an ambassador from a government known as the Dominion of Trall.

As the night wore on, Grant and Reynolds had gotten separated from McGregor. Reynolds was conversing with a couple of Sebacean military officers, fighter pilots he believed. Meanwhile, Grant was talking (and obviously flirting) with a young Sebacean woman with blond hair and fare skin.

McGregor was about to find Barusa to discuss arrangements for the diplomatic meetings tomorrow, when he saw a woman approaching him. The Captain stood stark still as he eyed the beautiful woman who obviously was heading his way. The woman was tall with brown hair, tan skin, a lovely figure, and sharp brown eyes that seemed to reach into his soul.

The woman approached and spoke to him. "You are Captain McGregor," she said with a firm, but beautiful voice.

"I am, madam. Captain Robert McGregor. And you are?"

"Jenavia Chatto. It's a pleasure to meet the man who is the center of much discussion in the royal court. When I saw you standing here alone, I knew I had to introduce myself."

"You are a member of the royal court?"

"After a fashion. I was once engaged to the Empress' son, Prince Clavor."

"What happened? Don't tell me that he broke off the engagement. The man would have to be a fool to let such a beautiful woman as you go." McGregor couldn't believe what he was saying. He never talked like that. Robert was usually less casual with a woman he just met. There was just something about this woman that took his breath away.

"No, nothing of that sort. He died, quite suddenly."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not. Clavor was a fool. The marriage was one of convenience. A... long story, one I would rather not discuss. On the contrary, I'd much rather talk about you and your mission here."

The two talked for nearly two hours. They talked about a lot of things, both formal and informal topics. The conversation was fluid and nonstop. The rest of the reception was a distant distraction as the two talked openly with each other. They talked as though that had known each other forever, but for the life of him McGregor couldn't understand why.

After a while, Jenavia excused herself. "I'm afraid I must leave now, Captain. It has been nice talking with you. I'm sure we will see each other again."

"I certainly hope so," replied McGregor. He reached for her hand, and took it gently in his. His lightly kissed to top of her hand, a gesture which confused her at first, but one she came to accept as a friendly act.

Jenavia turned and walked towards the exit. McGregor's eyes never left her as she left. At one point, she turned and looked at him. She smiled, turned back around, and glided out the door.

Just then, Reynolds came up to McGregor. "Sir, request permission to retire for the night?" asked the Lieutenant.

"Granted, Lieutenant. I'll be turning in myself in a minute. Good night."

"Good night, sir." As Reynolds left, McGregor found Grant and told him he was turning in. He also excused himself with Counselor Barusa. Apparently, the Empress had left an hour ago, but the Captain was too distracted to notice.

Captain McGregor made his way to his quarters that were provided for him in the palace. He entered the room, and closed the door behind him. It was a large, beautiful room, with a window that offered a view of the royal gardens. McGregor turned on the lights, and began to remove his uniform.

He had gotten to taking his sword off, when he heard a noise behind him. McGregor turned around, and was greeted with the slight of Jenavia Chatto coming out of his bathroom. Her body was covered in a towel, which she quickly dropped and revealed a beautiful, naked body.

Jenavia walked up to a stunned McGregor, who tried to speak. She put her fingers to his lips, silently urging him not to speak. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately.

Robert McGregor was not the type to go around kissing naked women he had just met, especially ones who were members of another species. Of course, he didn't see any differences in Jenavia's naked body from any human woman he had seen. The only difference was that she had the most beautiful body he had ever seen on any woman.

McGregor gave into the moment, and kissed Jenavia back. He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close against him. Robert was still in his dress uniform, but he knew that he wouldn't be for much longer as Jenavia lowered him onto the waiting bed.

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Chapter 4: Revelations

*

Captain Robert McGregor awakened to a sight he had not seen in a long time, that of the light of a morning sun coming through a window. He stretched contentedly in the soft, warm bed he was laying in.

After a few moments, he remembered that he did not go to bed alone last night. Robert felt for Jenavia, but felt only empty bed beside him where Jenavia was last night.

They had had sex for what seemed like hours, drinking in every inch of each other. Robert had never been with such a passionate lover. She had done things with him that he had never experienced with any other woman. Of course, he sort of chalked that up to the fact that she was not human. Sebacean sexual practices might be quite different.

"Hmm," he thought jokingly. "I wonder if I should include my experience with Jenavia in my report on Sebacean culture and rituals." McGregor laughed at that thought, but began to wonder where Jenavia had gotten to. He could only conclude that she left either during the night or earlier in the morning for some reason.

McGregor got up and to take a bath. The mechanism in the bathtub was similar enough to a shower that he was able to operate it easily enough. It felt good to stand under a real water shower again. On a military ship, luxuries are at a minimum. The ship's water recycling system can't handle enough supply for water showers, so they have to use sonic vibe showers. Not very relaxing, but they got you clean enough.

He stepped from the shower, dried himself, shaved, and got dressed. He put on his second best dress uniform for his meetings today with the Empress and the other members of the Sebacean government. After a few minutes, he heard a knock at the door.

"Come in," McGregor said.

Lt. Commander Grant entered the room, and closed the door. "Good morning, sir. Sleep well?"

McGregor smiled, wondering if he should mention that he had sex with a beautiful Sebacean woman last night. He decided to be a gentleman and not kiss and tell. "I slept just fine, Commander," McGregor replied. "You?"

"Oh yeah, slept like a baby."

"Uh huh," said McGregor. "What about that girl I left you at the party with last night?"

"Oh, we, um, we said goodnight not long after you left. Her name is Kastra."

"Hey Tom, I don't mean to but in, but...just what are your intentions with this girl? She didn't look older than 20."

"She's 21, and I don't know what my intentions are. She did agree to have dinner with me tonight. Hey, if anything, it's a chance for me to get to know a local better, get some cultural insight."

"Yeah, right. Don't feed me that. I've known you since the Academy. The only cultural insight you want is to see what's in her pants."

"Robert, I don't think she wears pants. And you know I'm not the guy I used to be. But..."

"But..."

"Yes, this girl is, well, attractive. And yes, I have thought about...it. I'm a changed man than I used to be, but I'm not dead. I'm still a guy."

"Yes, well, I'll leave you to your own personal life. Meanwhile," he said as he buttoned his collar, "we'd better get going. Barusa is going to meet us in the courtyard."

The two Earth Force officers left McGregor's quarters, and walked through the halls of the palace. They made their way to the courtyard, where they found Barusa and Lt. Reynolds waiting for them.

Reynolds snapped a salute to his Captain and XO, which was returned by both men. Barusa greeted them.

"Good morning, gentlemen. I hope you both found your accommodations comfortable."

McGregor inwardly smiled again, thinking about Jenavia being a part of his room's accommodations last night. Again, he was thinking of Jenavia. Robert began to wonder if he was going to keep thinking of her all day.

"Yes, they were very comfortable," replied McGregor. "Now, what's on the agenda for today."

"The Empress would like a meeting to discuss the history of your Alliance and the nature of its governance, economy, culture, and so forth. She would also like to hear about the other races in your part of the galaxy, the members of the Interstellar Alliance you mentioned in the information files you gave us in your initial contacts. Meanwhile, we shall provide you with information about our culture and history."

"Good. Counselor, I was wondering if there might be a time when I could speak to you and the Empress privately. It concerns a sensitive matter."

"I believe we can arrange a meeting, but it will have to wait until tomorrow. For now, let us have a morning meal and then we can proceed to the meeting hall."

**

Jenavia Chatto, Peacekeeper Disruptor, retrieved the special transmission equipment she kept in her quarters. As she set up the equipment, she thought about the man she went to bed with last night.

She had been with a human male before. That one night with John Crichton, though, had not prepared her to sleep with Robert McGregor. Crichton was a fun frell, but McGregor was different. Jenavia actually allowed herself to be distracted while in bed with the handsome human male, distracted from her purpose for being there.

Jenavia had remained in the Sebacean Royal Court because she was established there as Prince Clavor's semi-widow. Her superiors felt that she would provide the perfect eyes and ears in the Royal Court so they could keep an eye on their activities. She had decided to get close to the human to find out as much as she could about the Earth Alliance and their purpose behind sending an expedition to the Uncharted Territories.

She activated the transmission device, and sent a brief coded message.

"Have made contact with Earth military Captain. I am using discretionary powers to get close to him for intelligence gathering purposes. Will advise when more information obtained. Disruptor 194 out."

Jenavia deactivated the device, and placed it back in its hiding place. After she did so, for some reason, she felt strange about what had just happened. It was completely routine. She was doing what any good operative would do-report back to her superiors on her activities. Jenavia was confused about her feelings for some reason she could not fathom. She decided to go out and get some fresh air to clear her thoughts.

***

Barusa and the three Earth officers had a meal of various Sebacean foods, which the humans found very appetizing. It certainly beat the ship's stores they had eaten for five months. After the meal was over, the four of them went to a room where the meeting was going to take place.

Around a quarter of an hour after Barusa, McGregor, Grant, and Reynolds arrived, the Empress and several other officials entered. They exchanged greetings, then sat at a large conference table.

The meeting lasted for nearly 3 hours. In that time, they exchanged information about their governments to form a basis for determining whether to continue with a diplomatic dialogue. Several hours into the meeting, the Empress began to raise doubts at continuing the diplomatic exchange.

"After what you have told me," said the Empress, "about your government and your recent history, I must say I have some concerns."

"What might those be, majesty?" asked McGregor with concern.

"The Sebacean Royal Colonies have been at peace for most of their history. We remain at peace through two methods. One, we maintain a strong defense which discourages outside invasion. Second, we maintain diplomatic relations with other powers, but we never get involved in matters that lay outside the realm of our domain."

"And now," she continued, "we come to your Earth Alliance. In the past twenty five cycles, your government has either directly or indirectly been involved in 5 major wars, one of which is ongoing with these beings called Drakh. One of these wars was a Civil War in which your military removed your President from control of the government."

"Majesty, I fought in that war," replied McGregor. "In fact, I was one of those officers who fought to remove President Clark. He had become a dictatorial tyrant who had suspended many civil liberties, committed numerous violations of the Earth Alliance Constitution, ordered the bombing of civilians. He came to power not by election, but by the assassination of his predecessor."

"I am aware of all of what you say, and I agree that this Clark was a danger to your people," said the Empress. "Still, this does not make your government appear very...stable. That, combined with your violent history, makes one wonder whether open diplomatic relations between your government and mine might not be such a good idea."

"Indeed," said another Sebacean official. "It also makes one wonder why your government sent a military Captain as their official representative. A Captain who commands a heavily armed warship. It makes one wonder if there is not a fleet of ships like yours waiting to attack us if we do not agree to open relations with you."

McGregor was becoming frustrated. "Yes, I am a soldier. I'll admit that. I was chosen to represent my government because they felt that I could speak well for them, but defend myself and my party if necessary. Yes, I came here in a warship. But, from the reports we received from Commander John Crichton and the crew of Moya, it seemed prudent to send a warship to an area of space with so many hostile races. Then, of course, there is the Peacekeeper threat. My people are a prudent people. We are a people who believe in peace, but not at the sacrifice of liberty. We fight when we have to, but we are not conquerors out for empire. If you ask us to leave, we shall do so. But I urge you to please open relations with my government. There are ways, even with the physical distance between our home worlds, that we can benefit each other."

The room went silent. The Empress considered for a moment, and then spoke. "I must consider the words that have been spoken here. We shall meet again tomorrow. In the meantime, Captain, you and your party may continue to enjoy our hospitality."

The Empress and her entourage rose and left the room. Barusa escorted the officers back to the courtyard. They said little on the way.

****

When they reached the courtyard, Grant and Reynolds left with McGregor's permission to explore more of the area around the palace. McGregor declined an offer to join them. He wanted to arrange a private meeting with Barusa and Empress Novia to discuss the second reason for their mission to the Royal Colonies, that of seeking help from their government with the Drakh plague. Barusa left soon after to arrange for the meeting sometime tomorrow after the open session of negotiations.

McGregor walked around the courtyard's immaculate gardens, making his way down towards a small pond. His thoughts ranged from his personal assessments as to how the meeting went to his thoughts on where to go next.

Somewhere, somehow, his thoughts turned again to Jenavia Chatto. For some reason, he could not keep this woman out of his mind for very long. As he walked along the edge of the pond, he thought about her in his arms last night. He remembered her smell, the taste of her lips, and the feel of her skin. Robert had never met a more enticing woman in his life.

As if he had summoned her to appear, McGregor spotted Jenavia Chatto sitting on a bench looking at the pond. Her beautiful, brown hair was loose, and was blown slightly by the breeze. Jenavia was wearing a strapless white blouse that went to her midriff, and a beautiful white skirt. She seemed lost in thought and did not notice Captain McGregor approaching her at first.

When she saw him, Jenavia stood and greeted the attractive human male. "Hello," she said.

"Hello," he replied. They stood their silent for a moment. McGregor finally broke the silence. "Where did you go this morning? I woke up and you were gone."

"I woke up and, well, you were sleeping so soundly. I didn't want to disturb you. There was something I had to do this morning."

Jenavia turned and looked at the pond. Robert walked up behind her and placed his hands on her bare shoulders. He didn't even give what he was doing a second thought. It just seemed natural to touch her. She, on the other hand, thought quite a lot about why she liked him touching her so much.

Robert asked the burning question that was on his mind, what he had been thinking about all day. "Will you come to me again tonight?"

Jenavia turned around, and placed her arms around him. Robert placed his hands on the sides of her bare midriff. "If you desire me to," she said.

"More than anything," he replied. They then began to kiss, as Robert pulled Jenavia close to him. After a few moments, the pair heard someone clear their throat near them.

The two of them turned to see Counselor Barusa standing there, eyeing them with both interest and concern. Jenavia stepped away from Robert.

"Well," she said. "I shall see you later, Captain."

"Yes," he said knowingly. "Later."

Jenavia walked away right past the Barusa. "Counselor," she said as she passed. Barusa did not return the greeting.

"The, um, meeting you requested," said Barusa to McGregor, "has been arranged."

"Good," said McGregor, still watching Jenavia leaving the gardens.

"Captain," said Barusa. "I feel I should speak to you about...her."

McGregor became nervous for a moment. He spoke warily. "I hope that...I hope no one is offended by my, well, my relationship, if that's what you want to call it, with Jenavia. I know the Sebaceans have a thing about interspecies relationships."

"Correction," said Barusa, "the Peacekeepers have such a compunction. We here in the Royal government do not meddle in the private lives of our citizens. You have not offended anyone, Captain. What I feel I must speak to you about is Jenavia Chatto herself."

For some reason, McGregor did not like the tone Barusa was using to refer to Jenavia. He began to feel defensive of her. "What do you mean by that, Counselor?"

"Jenavia Chatto is an opportunist. She managed to once slip her way into the late Prince Clavor's life, and thus into the Royal Court. Even after his death before their marriage, she still has a somewhat inherited position here. What I am saying is that she has a reputation for, well, using her femininity to get what she wants. I thought I should warn you to..."

"Thank you, Counselor, but I can handle myself," said McGregor. "Now, is there anything else?"

"No, Captain."

"I'm sorry," McGregor quickly back stepped. "I don't mean to be rude. Please accept my apology."

"I accept."

"Good," said the Captain. "Now, if you will excuse me."

McGregor walked away from the Counselor, his mind muddled with thoughts. He made his way back to his quarters to contact the Indefatigable and check in on how things were going up there.

*****

That night, Robert and Jenavia lay in bed, content after another passionate encounter. Robert lay on his back, his left arm around Jenavia. She rested her head on his shoulder, her left arm draped on his chest, her hand gently caressing his chest.

"So," said Robert, "Counselor Barusa doesn't seem to like you that much."

"Oh, him," she replied. "He wouldn't. I...turned him down, once. Right after he became Counselor, Barusa tried to get me to marry him."

"Why did you turn him down? Not that I'm complaining, mind you."

"He's a politician. No passion, no spirit, all business."

"You said Clavor wasn't the most exciting guy either, but you almost married him."

"That was different. A marriage to him would have made me the future Empress, until Princess Katralla found a compatible mate in then Counselor Tyno. A marriage to Barusa would have just made me a wife to a Counselor."

"And what about me?"

Jenavia was quite for a moment. She finally kissed his neck, and replied. "You are...different. I don't know what to quite make of you, yet. All I knew last night when I waited for you in this room is that I wanted to be in bed with you. Now, I'm not sure what I want, except to be with you in this bed."

They kissed each other briefly. Jenavia decided to shift the conversation back to him. She had planned at such an opportunity to ask him more about his mission, his ship, his government. But, she found herself asking him something else, for reasons she didn't readily understand.

"Have you ever been...close to someone, Robert?"

Robert hesitated before replying. "I've been with other women, yes."

"No, I mean have you ever been truly close to a woman."

"Well, I thought I was once. She was a woman I knew growing up back home. Her name was Becky. A nice, quite girl. She was the type men from my hometown married."

"What happened?"

"I joined Earth Force. I changed, my life changed. I wasn't the same boy from that Virginia town any more."

"Virginia?"

"My home state on Earth." He got back on topic. "You see, when I joined Earth Force, I became a man, I guess you could say. Becky just seemed...boring. Their was no spark there, no passion. She was just a nice girl. I knew for sure that I was not truly in love with her when I met this French girl while I was on my first active duty assignment. I lead a party to aid a ship in distress. This girl was a member of the crew. Rene, I think her name was. Anyhow, we ended up in bed together. I had been with Becky before. There was no passion there, not like there was with Rene, and with Rene it was just a one night stand. I was talking about marrying Becky, when I didn't feel any passion for her. When I got back to my ship, I sent Becky a letter, breaking off the relationship. Last I heard, she married someone else and has children."

"Robert, do you feel passion when you are with me?" Jenavia could not understand why she was asking him this. Her mind was telling her to ask him about information that would be useful intelligence. Some other part of her told her to ask the question she did.

"Yes, Jena. I do. I feel very passionate about you. I haven't been able to keep you out of my mind for long since last night. I don't know where this road will lead us, but I'm sure it will be interesting."

The conversation stopped. Jenavia saw another opportunity to ask him intelligence related questions. Still, she hesitated. Jenavia waited and waited, her mind and that other part of her arguing about what to do. Her mind finally won the battle, and she was about to ask him about his ship.

But it was too late. Robert had fallen asleep. Jenavia considered getting up and leaving, but she decided to stay. She relaxed into his embrace, and faded off to sleep.

******

The next day, the Empress entered the meeting room where the rest of the attendees were waiting. She indicated that everyone could be seated, and the attendees settled around the meeting table.

The Empress waited a few moments before speaking. "I must say that this has been one of the most unusual initial diplomatic contacts our people have ever taken part in. Captain McGregor and his crew have traveled a great distance to get here. Never has the Sebacean Royal Colonies had significant contact with a government so distant from our home territory. I have reviewed the information given to me by Captain McGregor about his government and their intentions, as well as information about the other governments in the Interstellar Alliance. My primary concern in reviewing the information was the violent history of the Earth Alliance in recent cycles. Granted, most of the violence was in self-defense and for justifiable causes. However, I was concerned that opening formal diplomatic relations with the Earth Alliance might involve us too deeply in a turbulent area of the galaxy. However, after much consideration, I have decided that the possible benefits outweigh the risk. Therefore, I have decided that my government will formally open diplomatic relations with the Earth Alliance, on one condition."

"What condition might that be, Majesty?" asked McGregor with both excitement and nervousness.

"We will establish relations with the Earth Alliance only if part of the process will eventually include opening formal relations with the Interstellar Alliance. This way, my people can benefit from future trade not just with one power, but with most of the major powers in that area of space. Also, this will allow the Sebacean Royal Colonies to remain an impartial contact for all of the races in your part of the galaxy, thus minimizing the risk of the entanglements of alliances while still allowing the freedom of diplomatic and economic contact. Is this acceptable to your government, Captain?"

"It is, Majesty. I was told by my government to provide guidelines for future contacts with the Interstellar Alliance Council. I would be more than happy to make that a part of the process of establishing formal relations between our governments."

"Then it shall be done," said the Empress. "Barusa will be my intermediary with the process of formalizing relations. There are, of course, still many aspects of establishing relations that must be worked out, but I have full confidence in Barusa to act on my behalf in this matter. Now, if Counselor Barusa, Captain McGregor, and Commander Grant, will come with me. I believe we have a private meeting scheduled at the request of the Captain to discuss another urgent matter. I am anxious to hear what this mysterious matter is about."

The Empress rose, and walked out the same door she came in, followed by Barusa, McGregor, and Grant. The four of them, flanked by guards, walked to the Empress' private office.

The group entered the office, and the door was closed behind them by the guards. Empress Novia sat in a chair, and motioned for the others to do the same. Once everyone was settled, the Empress spoke.

"Now, Captain. What is it that you wished to speak with me privately about?"

McGregor considered on how to begin before plunging ahead with what he had to say. "There was a second purpose for our expedition to open relations with your government, Majesty," said McGregor. "This second mission is one of the utmost secrecy. We are concerned that if anyone outside of this government heard about it, they may wish to take advantage of a situation. The Peacekeepers in particular."

"Captain, before you begin, let me emphasize one thing. If you are hear to propose a military alliance, you might as well leave now. Not just this room, but leave the Royal Colonies, because I shall want my people to have nothing more to do with your people."

"I am not here," replied McGregor, "to propose a military alliance. I am here on a mission of mercy."

"Mission of mercy?" asked Barusa. This perked both his and Empress Novia's interest. "What do you mean?"

"I told you about the war my people are currently fighting against the Drakh. We told you about the Drakh attack on my home world that began the war, but we did not tell you the whole story. You see, our forces were able to destroy the weapon that the Drakh were going to use to destroy my world. What we didn't know is that the Drakh had another weapon, one which they able to deploy. The Drakh managed to release a biogenetic plague into Earth's atmosphere. Every human on Earth is infected with this plague."

Looks of alarm shown on the faces of the Empress and Barusa. "Are your people here infected?" asked Empress Novia with concern.

"No, Majesty. Earth was quarantined immediately after the plague was released. That was over a year...cycle ago now. Our doctors and scientists estimate we have another 3 and 1/2 cycles to find a cure, or every man, woman, and child on Earth will die at the end of that time."

Empress Novia was clearly alarmed at the prospect of the entire population of a world being murdered by an alien race using a disease. "What is it that you want from us?"

"Human and Sebacean physiology is not exactly the same, but it is very similar. It is our hope that it is similar enough to allow you to help us find a cure for this plague. You are obviously more advanced than us in many forms of technology. We are hoping that medical technology is one of those areas where you are more advanced. On behalf of my government, I wish to formally ask your government to use its medical resources to help us find a cure."

"You see now, Majesty," broke in Grant, "why we wanted this meeting to be a secret. If the Peacekeepers or some other hostile race found out about our current weakness, they might try to take advantage of it."

"Yes," said the Empress. "It makes sense." She got up from her chair and went to look out a window. She was quiet for a moment before speaking again. "What can your government offer in return for our help?"

"My government," replied McGregor, "has given me a great deal of leeway in negotiating for your help. The survival of our home world is at stake. State your terms, Majesty, and we'll do our best to meet them. My government begs for your assitance in this matter."

The room went quiet again as the Empress considered what to say in reply. When she decided, she turned to McGregor. "I must think this over. I am inclined to help your people, but I still wish to take some time with this. We have the time. You will be here at least a monen to conduct negotiations on the conditions of establishing relations between our governments. I will give you an answer as soon as I can. Now, will you please excuse me."

McGregor and Grant were escorted out the door by Barusa, who was then called back in by the Empress. When the door closed, the two Earth Force officers walked down the corridor.

"I hated having to beg like that. I felt like a schoolboy begging for treats," said McGregor.

"Robert, you did what you had to do," said Grant. "Like you said, the lives of everyone on Earth may depend on whether or not these people help us. So maybe we sacrifice some pride along the way. If it saves a few billion humans, who cares about eating a little humble pie."

"Yeah, I know, Tom. Its just difficult. I've never crawled or begged before, and I don't like having to do it now, no matter the stakes."

" 'Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die,'" replied Grant. "This is do or die time, Robert."

The two officers continued in silence as they walked down the corridor.

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Chapter 5: The Crisis Begins

*

One month later, Jenavia woke up in Robert McGregor's arms. They had been sleeping together every night since the first day McGregor arrived. Every morning, Jenavia would wake up before Robert did, get dressed, and leave. She got out of bed this morning with the intentions of doing just that.

The two of them had been progressing down a road that Jenavia had never traveled before. At first, their relationship had just been physical. She had initiated it to gather more intelligence about his government, military, and mission, but that part of it disappeared very early on in their relationship. Jena was developing feelings for Robert she did not fully understand, feelings she had never felt for anyone before. Her superiors had been sending message after message to her trying to see what information she had gathered from being with McGregor. Each time, she could only reply that she was taking it slow to gain his confidence. She knew that would not satisfy them for much longer, but Jenavia did not know what else to tell them. The operative did not even know what her own heart was trying to tell her, so how could she possibly explain it to someone else. Would she even want to explain it to her superiors in High Command?

As she got dressed, Robert began to slowly awaken. He had often done so when she would get up to dress and leave, but he never said anything. McGregor did not quite know what to make of her always leaving him in the morning. He could only fathom that it was some kind of defense mechanism to use to deny her feelings. Robert McGregor was by now in love with Jenavia Chatto, but he could not in all this time get through to her heart. That was still somehow a closed door to him, although he hoped he was slowly but surely opening it.

Meanwhile, his mission on the Royal Planet had progressed. The negotiations between him and Barusa had produced a formal diplomatic agreement between the Earth Alliance and the Sebacean Royal Colonies for the conduct of peaceful relations and commerce. It was currently being reviewed by the Empress for her approval. While the negotiations had gone on, the crew of the Indefatigable had been welcomed on the Royal Planet for shore leave. Members of the crew took turns visiting the planet to enjoy the hospitality provided them by the Sebaceans. A close bond and friendship had begun to develop between the Humans and Sebaceans that had added to the success of the diplomatic negotiations. The Humans had proven to their Sebacean hosts that they were a race that the citizens of the Royal Colonies could get along with.

The Empress still had not given McGregor an answer on the question of whether the Sebaceans would help Earth find a cure for the Drakh plague. The mission would probably be wrapped up in another week, but that one question was still the sticking point. Empress Novia had promised McGregor that she would give them an answer soon.

The thoughts of how little time he had left on the Royal Planet brought his thoughts back to Jenavia Chatto. Their relationship began as one that saw them hopping into bed at every encounter. However, they soon began to do other things besides have sex. They began to have dinner, go for walks in the garden, go on excursions into the city and countryside near the palace. Eventually, when they were in bed, it no longer felt like just passionate sex to Robert. It became love making. He loved her, and this morning, Robert decided not to keep quiet while she left him.

"Not this morning, Jena," said Robert quietly.

Jenavia stopped in her tracks. She turned, still half dressed to Robert. "How long have you been awake, Robert?"

"Long enough. Every morning, you leave before I wake up. Please, stay with me for a while longer."

Jenavia hesitated, not knowing what to do. She felt like this was a turning point for her in her relationship with Robert McGregor. Her mind, her training, told her to leave. Her heart told her to run into his arms. She didn't know what to do. That was when Robert spoke the words she had never heard anyone ever say to her before.

"Jenavia," said Robert. "I love you. Please, come to me."

Jenavia Chatto stood there like a deer caught in headlights. She was running on fight or flight instincts. Would she stay and confront her feelings or run? This thought made the decision for her. Jenavia had never run from anything in her life, and she decided that she was not going to run from her feelings. She still had to work them out, but her feelings told her what to do.

Jena slowly laid back down on the bed, snuggling into Robert's waiting arms. Laying half on top of Robert, she nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck. The two lovers laid there for a while, enjoying a feeling of contentment neither had ever felt before.

**

Officer Lassine of the Sebacean Royal Colony Defense Force was at her post as she was every day, monitoring the readings from the border scanners. The border outpost where she was stationed had been quiet lately. After the excitement that the arrival of the Earth ship had brought, going back to the routine of border guard duty seemed so routine.

Commander Riken came into the room and approached Lassine. "Good morning, Lassine."

"Good morning, sir," replied the Officer.

"Anything on scanners," asked Riken casually.

"No sir. Screen is clear."

"Very good. Carry on." Riken turned to leave. Before he could get out the door, a large reading appeared on Lassine's scanners. The size of the reading made Lassine jump to action.

"Sir, Commander Riken," she said. "I am picking up a large reading approaching the border. Multiple ships, big ones, coming in."

"Run and identity scan," said Riken, as he returned to Lassine's scanners. He looked at the on duty communications officer. "Open a channel to those ships."

After a few moments, the officer replied indicated a channel was open. Riken spoke into the comm. "This is Commander Riken of the Sebacean Royal Colony Defense Force. You are approaching Sebacean Royal Colony territory. Identify yourself."

He received no response. Riken was about to speak again, when an alarm was triggered automatically by the scanner readings. Lassine reported. "Sir, we are under attack! Approaching ships have launched a barrage of missiles!"

"Activate defense screen," replied Riken. "Arm weapons, prepare to return fire. Call in all warships in the area. Communications, get me a channel to the capital. Now!"

***

McGregor had been invited to a formal breakfast reception to be held in the great hall that morning. With some urging on his part, Robert had been able to convince Jenavia to attend the reception with him.

The pair walked into the reception arm in arm, catching the attention of almost everyone in the room. The two of them made quite a couple. Robert was dressed in his gray, gold braided Earth Force dress uniform and saber, while Jenavia was dressed in a beautiful white gown.

The Sebaceans and officers from the Indefatigable who were the attendees at the reception smiled as they look on the beautiful couple as they came into the room. Their romance had not stayed a secret for long. It was a much talked about subject among the Sebacean population and the crew of the Indy. Many thought it was like some sort of fairy tale romance. The handsome Captain and the beautiful Royal Courtier. Some where not comfortable with the interspecies romance, but their numbers among both constituencies were slowly shrinking.

Even Barusa, who now approached the couple, put away his skepticism and was quite pleased to see the two of them together. The Counselor and Captain McGregor had become friends through all of the negotiations, and Barusa was happy that things seemed to be going well for McGregor and Jenavia.

"Well, good morning, Captain, Jenavia," said Barusa. "I'm glad to see you decided to attend this reception together. I must say, though, that you may not make the Empress very happy when she arrives thinking that she will be the center of attention to find that place already taken."

"I shall be sure to apologize to Her Majesty for stealing the show," said McGregor.

"I wont," said Jenavia. "I'm quite proud to be with the most handsome man in the room."

A Sebacean military officer walked briskly up to Barusa and whispered something in his ear. A look of urgency and concern came over the Counselor's face, and he quickly excused himself. Barusa and the officer ran out of the room heading in the direction of the Empress' office.

"I wonder what that was about?" asked Jenavia.

"I don't know, but something is definitely up," replied McGregor. Just then, Lt. Commander Grant walked up to the couple. On his arm was Kastra, the young Sebacean woman Grant had been infatuated with since the day they arrived on the Royal Planet. Robert didn't know how the relationship had been progressing because Grant was very hushed about it. All McGregor knew was that Grant took every opportunity he could to be with Kastra, and something led Robert to think that Tom was very interested in taking his relationship with Kastra to the next level.

"Good morning, Captain, Miss Chatto," said Grant.

"Good Morning, Commander, and Miss, um, Miss..." replied McGregor.

"Kastra Brakien," replied the young Sebacean woman. "I know we've never been formally introduced, although I feel I know you because Tom talks about you so often."

"Captain," said Grant. "Why did Counselor Barusa run off in such a hurry?"

"I don't know," said McGregor. Just then, he spotted Barusa coming back into the hall. He indicated that he wished to have everyone's attention, and the room quieted. "We may soon find out," said McGregor.

"Members of the Royal Court, honored guests, if I may have your attention," said Barusa. "I'm afraid that the reception will have to be concluded at this point. A crisis has arisen which has led the Empress to issue an order to declare martial law."

The entire room filled with concerned voices, as Barusa continued. "All members of the court and all guests are restricted to the palace. All members of the Defense Force are ordered to report to their stations for further instructions. That is all I can tell you for now."

Everyone began to file out of the room. McGregor activated his hand link to call the Indefatigable. "Captain to Indy, come in."

"Lt. Hancock here, sir."

"Lieutenant, all hell has broken loose down here. Are you getting anything over communications or scanners?"

"Scanners show increased Sebacean military activity, sir. It appears to be the beginnings of a major mobilization. Their has also been a radical increase in comm traffic between the border and Sebacean military bases here. We've been given instructions by their orbital control to maintain status until given further instructions."

"Alright, do as they say. Have a shuttle on standby to pick up the XO and myself. All shore leaves are cancelled, all crewmembers are to report back to ship."

"Aye, aye, sir."

As McGregor deactivated his link, Barusa approached him, Grant, Jenavia, and Kastra. "Captain, Lt. Commander. The Empress wishes to see you in her office. Meanwhile, ladies. Will you please report to your quarters?"

Kastra and Grant exchanged a quick goodbye as she left for her quarters. McGregor took Jenavia's hands in his and squeezed them. They kissed briefly, before they went their separate ways.

****

Barusa led the two Earth Force Officers into Empress Novia's office. She was surrounded by military officers and court officials. They were all talking in nervous voices until Barusa brought McGregor and Grant into the room.

The Empress saw them. "Would all of you leave me alone with Counselor Barusa and the Earth officers, please? Except for General Mestra."

All of the Sebacean military officers and officials left the room, except for one older man who remained by the Empress' side. Empress Novia spoke to McGregor and Grant.

"Thank you both for coming, gentlemen. I believe you know General Devon Mestra, the commander of the Royal Colony Defense Forces."

"Yes, Majesty. We've met several times," replied McGregor. "Its good to see you again, sir."

"And you, Captain," said Mestra. "We've never had a chance to arrange that tour of your ship."

"Yes, sir," said McGregor.

"Captain," said the Empress. "I asked Barusa to bring you and Lt. Commander Grant here on a matter of the greatest urgency." The Empress hesitated and turned away, looking out the window to her office. "Less than an arn ago, a large group of ships attacked one of our border outposts. The outpost and several of our warships have been destroyed, and a group of at least 15 enemy ships is on course for one of the outer colonies, Lestral."

McGregor was startled by the news. "Is it the Peacekeepers, Majesty?"

"No," said the Empress. "The Scarrens. This assault is apparently part of an intended invasion of the Royal Colonies."

"The Scarrens," said McGregor with shock.

"Of course," said the Empress. "You don't know about them."

"Yes, Majesty," replied McGregor. "I know something about them from the reports from Moya's crew. But why are they invading your territory?"

"They have attempted to gain a foothold here for a long time diplomatically. If they could control our space, they would have a strong strategic position to help them control the whole of the Uncharted Territories. Now, they apparently wish to accomplish with military force what they could not do diplomatically. I didn't think they would have the strength to do so. They must have been preparing for this for cycles, just waiting to strike when they were ready."

"What about your military, Majesty?" asked Grant. "Can't they fight off the invasion."

Mestra spoke on this point. "We were caught by surprise, I'm afraid," said the General. "It will take some time to get our forces mobilized to meet the invasion. Meanwhile, the Scarrens will have taken Lestral and possibly several other colonies. We won't be able to muster enough ships to stop them before they can take Lestral. What few ships we have sent to that colonies defense will not be enough to stop them. Plus, we believe this Scarren force is actually the vanguard of a larger fleet."

"This brings us to the reason I have asked you and Grant to come here, Captain," said the Empress. "My people need your help. I am formally asking you for military aid."

McGregor swallowed hard at the implications of what the Empress had just said. After a few moments to absorb her words, the Captain replied to the Empress' request. "Majesty, with all due respect, I don't think I can do that. We are one Earth Force ship operating independently a great distance from home. I can't contact my superiors, and I don't know if I can help you without their authorization."

"Do you know what will happen to my people on Lestral if the Scarrens take that colony?" asked the Empress. "The ones who are not killed will be made slaves. The men will be put to work as laborers under the most brutal of conditions. The women..."A look of disgust came over her face. "I don't even want to think about it."

McGregor got the gist of what the Empress was saying. He didn't want to think about the fate of those people on Lestral if the Scarrens took the planet either. The Empress spoke again to McGregor.

"I will add in an extra...incentive for you and your people to help us. In exchange for military aid, I give you my word that every resource we have will be used to help your government find a cure for the plague that has been released on your home world. I believe you did say that your government gave you tremendous leeway to negotiate for our aid in finding a cure. Does that give you the authority to act?"

McGregor considered her words. He could act using those parameters, but he still wasn't sure. The leeway granted him by Earth Gov sure didn't mention getting involved in an interstellar war. Still, he wanted to act. The causes, both practical and moral, were just ones. McGregor made his decision.

"Very well, Majesty," said McGregor. "As the Captain of the Earth Alliance Destroyer Indefatigable, I herby offer the aid of my ship and crew to the defense of your colonies."

The Empress smiled. "Thank you, Captain. Let us pray that this alliance will bring us success in this conflict. Now, General. Do you have that schematic of the situation at Lestral?"

"Yes, Majesty." The General activated a holographic viewer, which presented a diagram of the Scarren and Sebacean forces near Lestral.

*****

Captain McGregor went to his quarters in the Royal Palace to get a few things before leaving for the Indefatigable. He, Grant, and General Mestra were able to work out a plan of attack, but it would need to be executed within a few hours. Otherwise, the Scarren task force would be in optimum position to assault Lestral.

When McGregor entered his quarters, he found Jenavia waiting for him. This moment reminded him of that first night on the Royal Planet, when Jenavia had been waiting for Robert in his quarters wearing nothing but a towel. This time, she was fully clothed and wore a look of concern.

She approached him slowly, and spoke to him. "Robert, what's happening?"

"It's a Scarren invasion, Jena," he replied. "The colony of Lestral will be taken unless my ship aids your people's military. I have to go."

McGregor gathered a few things together, then turned back to Jenavia. He could see a tear gently fall from one of her eyes, and she spoke very softly. "Why...why you?"

"If I don't act, your people will not be able to save Lestral in time." He brushed the tear from her cheek. "Don't worry, dear. Those Scarrens don't stand a chance against my crew and ship. Our vessel isn't named Indefatigable for nothing."

He gently kissed Jenavia on the lips, then look her in the eyes. "I love you, Jenavia."

Robert waited for Jenavia to respond. She didn't. In Jenavia's mind, a struggle was going on as to how to reply to Robert's statement of love for her. She still did not know how to respond. Instead, she chose the safest bet: silence.

McGregor brushed Jenavia's cheek with his hand one last time, before turning to leave. He left Jenavia alone in his quarters. She did not move for some time, still stunned by what was happening.

Meanwhile, Captain McGregor marched out to the landing pad where Grant and a shuttle were waiting for him. Grant saluted McGregor, the Captain returned the salute, and the pair boarded the shuttle.

As soon as the two officers were aboard and secure, the shuttle took off and raced at top speed to the Indy. Upon landing in the destroyer's main hanger, McGregor and Grant exited the shuttle and marched to the bridge.

As soon as they entered, Lt. Hancock announced them. "Captain and XO on the bridge."

"Report, Lieutenant," said McGregor.

"We have plotted the coordinates for a short hyperspace jump per your instructions over the comm, sir," said Hancock.

The plan laid out by McGregor, Grant, and General Mestra called for the few Sebacean ships that could be mustered to defend Lestral to engage the Scarrens alone at first. At one point, the Sebaceans would pull back to a certain location, hopefully luring the Scarrens to pursue them. Meanwhile, the Indefatigable would make a short trip through hyperspace to get to the scene of the battle. Short jumps were possible through hyperspace without the hyperspace beacons since the stellar coordinates were in direct scanning range. All that was needed was to do some mathematical calculations comparing direction and distance in both normal and hyperspace, and a short jump could be made. Once the Sebaceans had lured the Scarrens to a certain location, the Indy would jump out of hyperspace and ambush the Scarrens.

"Standing by to jump, sir," said Grant.

"Lt. Hancock, open a ship wide comm frequency."

"Aye, sir. Frequency open, sir."

"Officers and crew of the Indefatigable, this is the Captain. We are about to engage in a battle with an alien enemy that we have never encountered before. This ship will do battle with the Scarrens in order to aid in the defense of our new friends in the Sebacean Royal Colonies. If we don't act, thousands of Sebaceans on the planet of Lestral will be killed or enslaved by the Scarrens. I know that you might have reservations about engaging in battle so far from home. But remember two things. One, in exchange for our help, Empress Novia has promised to help our people find a cure for the Drakh plague. Two, remember that we are Earth Force Officers, the military representatives of a free Earth Alliance. Liberty should not be a right granted to and defended for just our own people. Liberty should instead be a universal right to be defended wherever possible. We have the means to act, the will to act, and we will do so in the cause of freedom. This ship will fight for both practical and moral reasons, and we shall achieve victory. Stand with me now. Together, we shall win the day. Captain out."

Captain McGregor turned to Lt. Commander Grant. That was when he noticed that every officer and crewman on the bridge was staring in awe at him. A young crewman stepped forward and spoke. "Sir," he said, "I'll stand with you."

McGregor put his hand on the crewman's shoulder. He knew that the young man spoke for every officer and crewman there. The Captain looked at his XO. "XO, prepare to jump to hyperspace."

"Aye, aye, sir," replied Grant. "Navigation, prepare to jump."

"Prepare to jump, aye, sir," replied the Lt. Reynolds, who was sitting at the Navigator's station.

"Jump," ordered McGregor.

The Indefatigable's jump engines opened a hyperspace jump point. The ship then entered the jump point to pass into the void of hyperspace beyond.

******

Six Sebacean Royal Colony Defense Force warships formed a line between the Scarren task force and Lestral. The commander, Admiral Cherok, knew that they would be no match for fifteen Scarren battle cruisers. Luckily, he also knew that they had secret help that was waiting to pounce on his signal. The humans had given them a subspace frequency to transmit on when the time came.

Cherok was shaken from his thoughts by the officer manning the ship's scanners. "Sir, Scarren ships closing into firing range."

Cherok's second in command spoke next. "Orders, sir."

The Admiral activated the inter-ship comm unit. "Command to task force. Launch all fighters. Open fire on enemy ships. Fire at will!"

Streams of Prowler type fighters streamed out of the Sebacean warships, heading for the Scarren fighters who were at the head of the main Scarren battle cruisers. The Sebacean ships opened fire on the Scarren cruisers, while the fighters from both sides engaged each other.

The battle teamed on for half an arn, as the Sebacean and Scarren forces pounded each other. Sebacean fighters mixed it up with the horseshoe shaped Scarren fighters, but the Sebaceans were hopelessly outnumbered by their antagonists.

The Sebacean ships were taking a beating, and Admiral Cherok decided it was time. He activated the inter-ship comm. "Command to task force, initiate retreat on preplanned course vector. All fighters cover the retreat."

The Sebacean ships lumbered back, as their fighters gave them cover against the pursuing Scarrens. The invaders knew that if they could knock out this Sebacean task force, there would be nothing else of significance between them and Lestral. The Scarrens pursued their quarry with a relentless lust for destruction, but they also did so arrogantly, not covering their flanks. They were not prepared for what was about to hit them.

The navigation officer on the Sebacean command ship reported to Admiral Cherok. "Sir, we have reached target coordinates."

"Very well. Communications, send the signal for the Earth ship. Now."

The Sebacean warship transmitted the subspace message. The Sebacean ships held position, and turned to fight the Scarrens once again. Thinking the Sebaceans were making some sort of last, suicidal stand, the Scarrens moved in at full speed to finish off their quarry. That was when the Scarren scanners registered a massive energy spike behind them.

Just behind the Scarren task force, a yellowish hyperspace jump point opened in the black void of space. Exiting the jump point at full speed came the Indefatigable, flanked by her Starfury fighter squadrons, and with all of her plasma cannons blazing away at the Scarren task force.

The shots from the Indy crashed into the Scarren warships in the rear, pulverizing their rear defense screens. One of the Scarren battle cruisers exploded within 15 seconds of being engaged by the Indefatigable, her screens unable to stand up to the sudden and violent assault from the Earth destroyer.

The Scarren ships that had a moment ago been on the verge of victory now found themselves trapped between two forces. Attempting to defend both attacks to their rear from the Earth destroyer and renewed attacks to their front from the Sebacean warships, the Scarren task force was thrown into confusion.

The Starfuries from the Indy engaged the Scarren fighters in ship to ship combat. The Scarren fighters were found to be no match for the highly maneuverable Starfuries which were now cutting into their lines of battle. The Earth fighters were able to cut down the Scarren fighters that attempted to cover the rear flank of the Scarren task force.

The Indefatigable engaged the Scarren ships at close range. Protected by their new defense screen, the Earth destroyer was able to stand up to the Scarren fire much better than they would have been without the screens. Meanwhile, the Indy blasted away at the screens on the Scarren ships. Once a defense screen was destroyed, the Indefatigable would finish the Scarren ship with her laser cannons.

As Scarren ships turned to engage the Indefatigable, the Sebacean warships would attack the flanks of the Scarren ships. Between the Earth and Sebacean ships, the number of Scarren ships being destroyed was rising. Meanwhile, the still confused Scarrens were unable to effectively defend themselves against the forces arrayed against them. It became an almost one sided battle as the Scarren ships were destroyed one by one by the Earth and Sebacean warships.

Eventually, the Scarren task force was reduced to three ships. At this point, one of them made a break for it and attempted to escape. Captain McGregor aboard the Indefatigable saw the retreating warship, and was determined not to let any of the Scarren warships escape to report back to their command.

McGregor contacted Admiral Cherok on the Sebacean command ship. "Captain McGregor to Admiral Cherok. Please come in."

"This is Cherok. Go ahead Captain."

"Sir, if you can finish off these remaining two Scarren warships, I would like to pursue the escaping Scarren cruiser."

"Affirmative, Captain. Don't let that ship escape."

"Very good, sir. McGregor out." The Captain turned to Grant. "XO, recall our fighters, and let's chase down that enemy ship."

"Aye, aye, sir."

As soon as all of the Starfuries were collected, the Indy headed off in pursuit of the Scarren ship. The Scarrens had a head start, and McGregor knew that it would take some time to hunt them down. But he also knew the Scarren ship was damaged, and that the Indy should be able to catch her.

The two ships, one the pursued and one the pursuer, darted across space beyond the boundaries of Sebacean territory and into the Uncharted Territories.

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Chapter 6: Old Friends Arrive

*

Aeryn Sun-Crichton was in her workout room on Moya punching at the various practice dummies she had set up in the room. Nearby, her 4 year old son, John Robert Crichton, III, or "Jack" as they called him, was playing with some toys Moya's crew had made for him.

She was working out to relieve tension. Aeryn felt stressed, and she was relieving that stress in her usual way: physical exertion. She may have not been a Peacekeeper for a long time, but she was still a warrior, both in spirit and in training. Aeryn lent a good deal of physicality to resolving life's issues.

After an arn of working out, she stopped punching at the bags, and exhaled from exhaustion. As she went over to a table to gather a towel and a glass of water, Aeryn eyed her son playing with his toys contentedly on the floor. The mother could not help but smile as she watched her son play, thinking about how carefree his childhood has been so far. Aeryn never had a childhood really, and she was determined that her son would.

Just then, her husband, John Crichton, stepped into the room. When Jack saw his father walk into the room, the little boy ran into John's waiting arms.

"Hi, Daddy," said Jack.

"Hey, squirt," replied John. "You been taking care of Mommy?"

"Yes, Daddy. I've been protecting her."

"Good, boy," said John. "I'll take over for now. Why don't you run along and find Uncle D'Argo? He's in the mess hall. I need to talk to your Mom."

"Okay," said Jack. Before he left, Jack ran up to Aeryn and put his hands up. It seemed that Jack's favorite thing in the world was to be held by his Mommy. Aeryn certainly didn't mind that.

Aeryn picked up her little boy and gave him a big hug. "See you later, Jack," said Aeryn. She kissed her son on the forehead, and put him back down on the ground. Jack raced out of the room at full gallop to find his Uncle D'Argo.

"He is growing up so fast, John," said Aeryn.

"Yeah," replied Crichton. He suddenly remembered why he came in here. "So, Aeryn, you've been working out kind of hard today. I can guess what's on your mind."

Aeryn threw the towel down on the floor and walked up to her husband in frustration. She put her arms around him and spoke to him.

"John, why do we have to go to the Royal Colonies for supplies? Why can't we go somewhere else?"

"Look, Aeryn. I'm not exactly jumping for joy to be going back there myself. I mean, last time, I was shanghaied into marrying a princess and frozen as a statue. These memories do not exactly endear the place to my heart. But we need supplies, and the Royal Colonies are the closest source of supplies."

"I'm sure Empress Novia is not going to be pleased to hear of our arrival. It would only be a reminder of our previous visit, and might raise questions about the events of that visit."

"I know. But we'll only be there for a day, two tops. Besides, there are two other reasons why it might be good to visit."

"What are they?"

"Well, it would be good for Jack to interact with other Sebacean children, for one thing. The other," he hesitated to continue, but he wanted to keep no secrets from Aeryn. "The other reason is that I would like to check up on Katralla."

This statement made Aeryn's face harden with concern. She stepped away from John and put her back to him. John followed and put his arms around her waist from behind her. "Aeryn, she is carrying my child, a child I will never know. I just want to make sure they are alright."

"Hmm," she replied with a hesitant nod. John turned her around to face him.

"Aeryn, I love you and only you. Never, ever doubt that. Nothing can ever take the place of you and Jack in my heart. "

They kissed briefly, and Aeryn pressed herself closer into John's arms, resting her head on his shoulder. "I know that, John. Really, I do. Its just...bad memories. I almost lost you, and I was too scared and too stupid to tell you how I felt."

"You have never been stupid, Aeryn," replied John. "And as for the memories, they are just that: memories. Memories belong in the past. This is the here and now, and in the here and now, I am your husband and we are together."

At that moment, Pilot's voice came over the comm. "Attention. Will everyone please come to command. This is urgent."

Aeryn and John ran out of the workout room to the command deck. Along the way, Aeryn activated her comm. "We're on our way, Pilot. D'Argo, do you have Jack?"

"Yes, Aeryn. I'll bring him."

**

Captain McGregor and Lt. Commander Grant reentered the bridge of the Indefatigable after having changed out of their dress uniforms and into their blue standard duty Earth Force uniforms. Lt. Hancock announced them.

"Captain and XO on the bridge," he said.

"Report, Lieutenant," said the Captain to Hancock.

"Sir, we are closing on the enemy vessel. Estimated time to optimum firing range, one minute."

The Indy had chased the Scarren warship that had ran from the engagement near Lestral for nearly a day. It had taken that long to finally catch up to the enemy warship.

Captain McGregor activated his comm unit. "Forward gun crews, open fire as soon as we are within optimum range."

***

"What's going on Pilot?" asked Crichton as he and Aeryn ran into command, followed by the other members of Moya's crew.

"Moya's sensors are detecting two large vessels traveling at high speed on a course that will bring them across our path," replied Pilot. "They are most definitely warships."

"What, warships," said Rygel. "Let's starburst the yotz out of here."

"Just a moment, Rygel," said Zhaan. "Let's at least attempt to find out who those ships are first."

"Pilot, can you identify them?" asked D'Argo.

"I am checking Moya's databanks now. Wait, the second ship is firing on the first. The first ship is returning fire."

"What the frell?" said Chiana. "You mean those two ships are shooting at one another."

"Yes," replied Pilot. "One moment, I have identified the first ship. The Peacekeeper data banks identify it as a Scarren battle cruiser."

"What the frell is a Scarren ship doing in this part of space?" asked Aeryn to no one in particular. "Can you identify the other one Pilot?"

"Yes, I am getting a better reading on it now," said Pilot. On the holo viewer, the members of Moya's crew could see Pilot's eyes bulge with astonishment.

"Pilot, what is it?" asked Zhaan.

"The second ship is...the second ship is an Earth Alliance destroyer," said Pilot with astonishment.

The entire bridge crew was stunned into silence. After a few moments of exchanged looks of astonishment, Crichton spoke. "Pilot, are you sure?!"

"Confirmed. It is most definitely and Earth Alliance destroyer, a Warlock class destroyer to be exact. We are close enough for a visual. I am putting it on the viewer."

On the main view screen of Moya's command deck came the image of two ships locked in combat. One was a Scarren battle cruiser, whose defense screens were being pulverized by the fire from the other ship. The other ship was indeed a Warlock class Earth Force destroyer, and it was obviously winning the engagement.

"Aeryn, could that be the Athena?" asked John.

"Its been a few cycles, John, but I don't think so. Her lines are slightly different." Aeryn had been around space ships her whole life and knew how to spot the minute differences that were present in ships she was familiar with. She served on the Athena, and somehow Aeryn knew that the Earth ship they were seeing was not the one commanded by their friend, Captain Susan Ivanova.

The crew of Moya frantically began to debate what to do. Half of them wanted to flee the area of the battle and come back later, the other half (especially Crichton and Aeryn) wanted to stick around at a safe distance and try to contact the Earth destroyer.

As the crew debated, they watched the battle being played out on the view screen. Within a few minutes, the Earth ship had destroyed the Scarren's defense screens and was now finishing off its target. The crew watched as the Earth ship sliced the Scarren vessel to pieces with its forward laser batteries. The Scarren battle cruiser exploded, scattering debris through space.

A stunned group stood silent on Moya's command deck. After a few moments, Crichton spoke to Pilot.

"Pilot, try to open a channel to the Earth ship," said Crichton.

****

The bridge crew of the Indefatigable watched the Scarren warship explode before their eyes on the bridge view screen. Grant turned to Captain McGregor with a smile.

"Target destroyed, sir," he officially reported.

"Damage report, XO," replied the Captain.

"Defense screen has taken a beating, power down to 30%. No structural damage," Grant said with astonishment. "After all of that fighting, no structural damage. Thank God for that defense screen."

"Casualties," asked McGregor.

"Some minor injuries, sir, that's it," said Grant.

"Good. Prepare to..." McGregor was interrupted by Lt. Hancock.

"Sir, scanners report a ship bearing 090, 1 million kilometers to our starboard. Computer identifies it as a Leviathan ship."

Another officer broke in. "Sir, communications is picking up a signal on standard Earth Force comm frequencies coming from the Leviathan."

"Put it through," said McGregor.

"Attention Earth Force destroyer. This is Commander John Crichton on board the Leviathan ship Moya. Come in."

McGregor activated his command chair comm unit. "This is Captain Robert McGregor of the Earth Alliance Destroyer Indefatigable. We read you."

"Sir, I have to admit that we're all surprised to see an Earth ship in the Uncharted Territories. What's going on?"

"Not on an open channel, Crichton," said McGregor. "Request permission to come aboard."

After a few moments, Crichton replied. "Permission granted, sir. We'll be expecting you."

"Good. Indy out." McGregor deactivated the communications channel, and spoke to Grant.

"XO, you have the bridge. Hancock, you're with me."

"Aye, sir," they both replied.

*****

Crichton and Aeryn made their way to Moya's landing bay with Jack in tow. In route, they went to their quarters and quickly changed into their Earth Force uniforms, which had been in storage for 4 and 1/2 years. Aeryn insisted that the two of them meet the arriving Earth Force Captain dressed in proper uniform, an insistence stemming from a lifetime of military training in protocol.

Now in uniform, the couple brought their son with them to the landing bay. When they got to the bay, John and Aeryn saw that most of Moya's crew was already there and that the shuttle from the Earth ship was landing.

After a few moments, the crew saw two Earth Force officers exit the shuttle. The tall one with brown hair and a firm build was wearing the rank insignia of an Earth Force Captain, while the other was identified by rank insignia as a Lieutenant.

The visitors approached Moya's crew. Crichton and Aeryn, who were out in front, came to attention and saluted Captain McGregor. The Captain returned the salute, and shook hands with Crichton.

"Captain McGregor, EAS Indefatigable."

"John Crichton. Its good to meet you, sir. May I present my wife, LtJG. Aeryn-Sun Crichton."

McGregor shook hands with Aeryn. "Sir," she said.

"Lieutenant. May I present one of my officers, Lt. James Hancock."

"Sir," said Hancock to Crichton. "Lieutenant," he said to Aeryn.

"Lieutenant," they both replied. That was when McGregor noticed the little boy with dark hair hanging on Aeryn's pants leg. Not exactly the scene of military discipline he was sure LtJG. Crichton was trying to convey. The Captain smiled as he looked at the cute youngster.

"Well," said the Captain as he bent down to face the boy. "Who might this be?"

"Captain," said Aeryn. "This is our son, John Crichton, III. Jack, this is Captain McGregor. Say hello," she said to her son.

"Hello, Captain," said the boy.

"Hello to you too, Jack," said McGregor, as he scruffled the boy's hair. Jack smiled at the Captain, and Aeryn mirrored her son's smile as she looked with pride as Jack greeted Captain McGregor.

After that, Crichton and Aeryn introduced McGregor and Hancock to the other members of Moya's crew. When the introductions were over with, the group went to the mess hall to sit down and discuss why the Indefatigable was in the Uncharted Territories.

As Moya's crew sat down, McGregor began at the beginning. "Earth Gov has wanted to send an expedition to the Uncharted Territories ever since you all left Earth space 4 years ago. To that end, they began to build the Indefatigable, a Warlock class destroyer with hetch drive and defense screen add-ons to make the trip possible and to make the Indy, as we call her, able to defend herself better."

"I though I saw a hetch drive on that ship," said Aeryn. "I must say, humans adapt technology quickly. I thought it would have taken you much longer."

"Yes, we were able to get the designs down thanks to the specs you left us," said McGregor. "The expedition kept getting put on hold. Then, the war started."

"War," said Crichton. "What do you mean? What war?"

Moya's crew listened intently as McGregor continued. "A race called the Drakh, who had been allies of the Shadows, launched an attack on Earth with a fleet and a Shadow planet killer a year and a half ago. Luckily, we got advanced warning about it and mobilized our fleet to defend Earth against the sneak attack. We didn't even know if we could destroy that planet killer. It was unlike anything we had ever fought before."

"How was such a thing finally destroyed?" asked Zhaan.

"Our ships were able to locate its main control nexus. Our closest ship to the nexus was the Victory. She had taken heavy damage and had lost her main weapons, and the planet killer was about to strike Earth. Captain Anderson, the ship's commanding officer, ordered the Victory to ramming speed. They crashed into the Nexus, destroying it and the planet killer."

"Those were brave warriors," said D'Argo. "They died with great honor."

"Did you know Captain Anderson, Captain?" asked Crichton.

"I knew of him. He had a wife and daughter back on Earth. I'm sure he did what he did to protect them."

For reasons she didn't fully understand at that moment, Aeryn took Jack into her arms and kissed his head. Tears were streaming from her eyes at the thought of Captain Anderson's sacrifice. She could empathize, thinking about what she would have done if it had been her child.

"So we won the battle," said Crichton.

"Not exactly. We destroyed the planet killer and much of the attacking Drakh fleet, but at a high price. Seven thousand of our people were lost in the battle, and over 200 of our ships were destroyed. It was the biggest engagement since the Battle of the Line. And that was not the highest price we paid."

"What do you mean?" asked Crichton.

"We drove the Drakh into retreat. On their way out, they released a biogenetic plague into Earth's atmosphere. Unless we find a cure in 3 and 1/2 more years, every man, woman, and child on Earth will die."

"Why would they do such a monstrous thing?" asked Zhaan of no one in particular.

"The ultimate act of spite," said Rygel.

"These Drakh are cowards," said D'Argo. "They were defeated in battle, and they choose to take their revenge by murdering a whole planet's population." The Luxan did not hide his anger at the cowardice shown by the Drakh, especially in the face of the bravery shown by the humans as described by Captain McGregor.

Crichton sat in stunned silence. He was in a state of shock. It was hard enough getting used to the fact that he was over 200 years in the future from the time he left home. Now, he was trying to absorb the knowledge that the only Earth left for him was now in danger of being destroyed.

"We aren't dead yet," said McGregor. "Earth is now fighting this war on two fronts. On one front, Earth Force is fighting the Drakh with the eventual goal of defeating them and hopefully finding a cure from them. Meanwhile, on the other front, our people are pursuing any means possible to finding a cure. That's part of the reason why we are out here. I and my crew were sent by Earth Gov to the Sebacean Royal Colonies to open diplomatic relations with them and to secure their help in finding a cure for the plague."

"They might be able to," said Zhaan. "Their medical technology is highly advanced."

"We've been there about a month," said McGregor, "and we've been able to successfully open relations with the Empress and her government. However, about two days ago, the Scar