as the sun was climbing into the sky, they emerged from the craft. As he moved to the ground, Navarre withdrew a small tricorder and stared at the readings. "Close?" La'Ahna asked curiously. "You know where she is. Perhaps that will give us the edge." She went on with a hint of hope. "But how is it with all the interference, you can locate her?" "It's not her I am detecting." He folded the recorder and returned it to the holding pouch. "All Klingon slaves have a small device implanted within them. I am locked onto that signal." He glanced about their surroundings with caution. "But we're not all that's here. There are a variety of creatures. some very dangerous. So stay sharp." "Copy that." She nodded as they started off across the sand.