Joshua Entered the bridge of Uss Moscow with her captain, Ellen Jones, as well as his aunt Catherine Kirk. Melee sat at the helm with Mark Berring and two members of Moscow's crew, prepping the ship for the hyperdrive they'd installed, just as they'd done for Excalibur. Commander Jason Cabrerra, Jones' executive officer stood at the comm console. "What do you have Cab?" Jones asked. "We need a password to open the message. Some nonsense about about the strongest of the three." "General." Joshua said. The officer typed the answer in and smiled. "We've been trying for an hour to figure it out." He said. "The question must mean something to you." Joshua nodded. Captain Ellen Jones sat in her chair in the center of the bridge and waved her hand. "Play it Cab." An image of Van Matthews sitting in the command chair appeared on the large screen, smirking. "Hello Captain Jones. If you're seeing this, that means that someone has found Moscow and brought you out of stasis. It also means that at least one of your resident freaks knew the password." Several people on the crowded bridge stared angrily at the smirking man. "But I digress. I'm here to tell you the obvious. I moved Moscow. I hid it so that damned fool Pok can't find it. You see, I'm going to mine this ship for technology. Some of the things in it are more advanced than what can be found in this Republic. Not much mind you, but some. But those are the things that will make me wealthy." He then leaned forward. "But it's the information that we found in the wrecked ship on Pluto that will make me powerful." "He saved the cyborg information we found." Gath Pok told the others. Matthews went on. "I met a man recently. Name of Palpatine. He's just a low level government functionary right now. But that man thinks big. The kind of big that I want to be part of. And I think some super killing machines are the order of the day. Of course, I'll have to find our Nirilese monkey man Pok. I'll need his big brain to make this work." Pok glared angrily at the screen. The chubby man glanced over at a clock. "Well, I've got to go. I have to plant a bomb in the ship my accomplices came in. I'm not going to share in my new found wealth. And the two that are flying my ship will meet an untimely death when we get to Coruscant." Matthews stood. "Oh! Two more quick things before I go. Cat? You shouldn't have turned me down. It would have been magical." He smiled and put his hand over his heart and sighed. "And my last thing I have to say is for the crew of Moscow. "A third of this ships crew are cyborgs. Just like Singhe. And just like the ones I'm going to make for Mr Palpatine. Ta ta!" With a final smirk, Van Matthews winked and ended the recording. Several of the bridge crew looked nervously around at the others. Except the man sitting at the station next to Melee. He fell out of his chair and crawled backwards across the deck, pointing at the tall blonde. "Jesus Christ! She's one!" He shouted. His captain jumped up and grabbed the man by his tunic. "Get your ass off that deck Mr Wilson!" She growled. "You are an officer in Starfleet. Act like one." After he jumped to his feet, Jones turned to Melee and tapped her hand where it was crushing the metal shell of the console, her eyes still locked on the blank screen. "Girl. Please don't damage the console. We'll need it." Melee pulled her shaking hand away from the crumpled metal. "Sorry. It's just seeing him again." The girl's hands continued to shake. "He used to talk the same way when he altered us girls. He would laugh and joke." "But he's dead, and you are here." Joshua told her. "Are you sure he's dead?" Jones asked, an expectant look on her face. "Captain Jones." Melee blurted out happily as she swiveled about in the chair. "I shoved a blaster in his mouth and pulled the trigger twice. A Human can't live through that."