Diesel turned his head, gazing not upon the slowly rotating planet, but rather the oddly different starship hanging motionless near the station. "You ever hear of Section 31?" "Rumors." Navarre nodded, though he actually knew more than he was divulging. He had seen the sections work and the damage they could do, even the warnings and information that his father had accumulated over the years. "Not rumors." Diesel went on. "Starfleet corruption at its worse." He pointed at the vessel. "Word is; that was dispatched to locate our friend. They are expert trackers. And their methods are somewhat questionable." "And that makes us a part of their investigation." Navarre could imagine the rest. "They leave no traces that they were involved." Diesel paused for a moment and stared across the table at Navarre. "No witnesses." "BaQa'. Navarre flung the curse towards the starship in disgust. tagged on behalf of those who may know the klingon language.