She patiently waited as others took their seats. "We are not as the reports you hear, Captain." "Some pretty interesting stuff." Navarre gave her a stern glare. "That would be some pretty far fabricated reports if they're all false." "We have had to make hard choices to survive." She added. "We are basically engineers and construction workers, Captain. We build. We worked for Starfleet; section 31 projects." "Section 31." Navarre paused. That division of Starfleet he had heard of. "Starfleets black operations division." "So we discovered later on." The Admiral sighed softly. "And it had cost us dearly. We built something dreadful for them. Section 31 likes to keep their secrets, and will do whatever they are required to keep their secrets hidden." "No one had ever heard of you before Starfleet began issuing reports." "Our world went nova." She went on. "Not many ships or survivors. While searching for a new home, we wandered into Federation space. It seems promised help for us came at a high price." "Often the case." Navarre had to admit. "We are willing to pay very handsomely for someone to guide us through these region and to uncharted space; perhaps there we can travel far enough away to be safe." "Lot of space to cross." Navarre drew a deep breath. "And not just the Federation, but Roman, Klingon, Tholian and a many others out there. Most not very open to trespassers in their territory." "So, the risks are extreme. Thus, we are willing to pay greatly." "I would have to look over some details." Navarre put forth. "To make an unbiased decision. Getting two Lancer ships across so much space." "Two?" The Admiral chuckled lightly. "More than a dozen of us, Captain." "Oh boy." "Take your time. We can show you whatever details you need." She then nodded towards the ships Captain. "Assistant the Captain with whatever he requires."