Standing before the window, she stared out into the veil of space. The great nebula of this region lay behind them, shrouding their secret within its dark mists and sensor jamming electrostatic discharges. This was that moment, a single moment when she went over her usual speech and offer to another prospect. With their supplies running dangerously low, and resources depleting, this was their last opportunity. A successful guide through regions they knew nothing of, or a mad dash to escape destruction. Right now, one seemed as dangerous as the next. She was gambling on a mysterious man who was half outlaw and half hero to others. The mixed communications that they had deciphered were often confusing and misleading. She knew all about Klingons; Warriors bound by a code of honor. But what of a man with no known origins who had been raised by a Klingon. Did he process the mantle of honor as well?