The image shifted to that of a heavily modified freighter. "A privateer freighter: They were to gather information on this vessels Captain and crew. As much as they could get." He drew a deep breath. "A young man,: He paused for a moment. "Barely a man. Seventeen years old. No data on him really. Raised by a Klingon officer as an adoptive son. Just appeared, licensed his ship and services. We've kept him under observation. We have an operative close by. They haven't significantly broken any laws or regulations. But our protagonist, though starting out on a rampage, has now diverted her attention to that freighter and crew." "That's.;" Mitchell glanced back again at the freighter. "An astounding account." "Isn't it though." The Admiral Added. "I need a Captain that can find out more about this entire situation, deal with this matter, and stay off the radar and not draw more attention. We've kept it covered thus far. But not sure how much longer that is possible. So time is critical." "So how can we help, Admiral?" Mitchell was thinking of himself and the crew of the Farragut. "Not we, Captain. We're offering you a command here in this division. New ship and crew." "A transfer of Command?" Mitchell now wasn't sure. "Not an easy thing we're asking of you. You won't get recognition out here, but the advantages will go farther." The Admiral paused for a moment. "We wouldn't have brought you here if we weren't completely confident in your abilities to step up. And we need so many, and there aren't many." "You're asking me to join this classified operation?" "With the recommendation coming from fleet Admiral Nugora." He added. "And we going to give you the best data analyst I have ever come across." He glanced over at the Yoeman. "Which would mean a promotion to Junior grade lieutenant; active duty station aboard our newest Starship." "A promotion?" The Yoeman stammered. "And starship duty." "Under the command of Captain Mitchell." He glanced at Captain Mitchell expectantly. "What do you say? A Chance to take on more and go farther than anyone before." "Can't really refuse," Mitchell finally sighed softly. "With this assignment in my head now; I have to see this one through." "Excellent!" The Admiral slapped his hands together with a broad smile. "I know we have the right man for the job!"