The two vessel drew into view. Navarre knew them to be terrain class vessels, even knew their classes and types. He had been trained to prepare for war with them, but had never considered that they would be his salvation from assassination. "Yours." His father beamed with pride. "Not nearly as elegant and graceful as a fine Klingon vessel, but I think they will serve your needs well." "I will need a place to operate from." Navarre stated as he studied the two vessels. "And time to consider what I must do." "You know the place. Son." His father glanced over at him. "Go there. Only you and I know of the location. You will be able to build upon that." "Yes." Navarre smiled. "But I had rather stand with you." "I know." His father nodded curtly. "I know." He then drew a deep breath. "Your teachers will finished teaching you what you must know before we reach your departure point." He slapped his son on the back as he stepped back. "Now. Leave me. I have much work to do. And you have your ships to become acquainted with." Navarre turned slowly, stared into his fathers eyes as he brought his fisted hand to his chest. "My father."