Orion's Hounds

It was not an unusual experience for an explorer, of course, and it was a welcome one; yet it naturally brought trepidation too, as any new undertaking did. Perhaps that was all there was behind her sense of alien-yet-familiar dread. Maybe it was heightened because from here on, they were completely on their own—no real-time contact with Starfleet Command, no starbases to offer rest and replenishment, no other starships able to reach them in a hurry. She had gotten a taste of that during their recent sojourn in the galaxy next door. But in an odd way there was something even more daunting about doing it on purpose.

She felt Will’s gentle skepticism, reminding her that she sometimes overanalyzed, an occupational hazard. “Probably,” he said aloud. “But keep a mental eye out, just in case.”

Now she did turn to him. “Aye, aye, Captain,” she said with an insouciant salute.

He looked her over, reminding her that she was thoroughly out of uniform. “Must be cold over by the windows. Wa

“No, thanks,” she replied after a moment. Somehow she didn’t feel chilled anymore; it must have been a relic of the dream. “I don’t think I could get back to sleep right away. Maybe I’ll go for a walk to clear my head.”

“All right, then.” She sensed the disappointment that he quickly reined in. She knew he regretted that he couldn’t always be the one to make her feel better, to take care of her. But she also knew he understood how it was for her. Not long before her ordeal with Shinzon, Will had suffered his own ordeal, held hostage and tortured by the dictator Kinchawn of Tezwa. He still had his own occasional nightmares, and though he’d cherished her comfort and support, still there were times that he needed to deal with them on his own. After all, in the wake of being victimized, degraded and depersonalized, it was healthy to reassert one’s independence, to find one’s own i

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Strolling the corridors of Titanfelt somewhat like an exploration in itself. It was still a fairly new environment to her—a new class of ship, a new set of crewmates. More importantly, that crew was the most diverse one in Starfleet’s history, including many species Dea

The minds behind Titan’s mission had wanted to change that. This new generation of Luna-class explorer ships—a prototype design mothballed when the Dominion War had forced a shift toward more combat-oriented starships—had been revived after war’s end, promoted as a reassertion of Starfleet’s core ideals of peaceful exploration and diplomacy. For years, Starfleet had been forced to focus on mere survival, and many of its ideals had needed to be compromised in pursuit of that goal. Some had been compromised without so great a need—as Dea

But if these ships were to represent the Federation, it was resolved, then they must represent it in all its diversity. If they stood for peaceful coexistence with future neighbors, then they must stand for peaceful, eager coexistence among the Federation’s members. Hence the Great Experiment was spawned, reviving Willard Decker’s dream and going it one better—or twelve better.

Will Riker had been a natural choice to carry forward that dream—even aside from the striking similarity of their names and aspects of their life histories. For as long as Dea

Will had been a gregarious first officer on the Enterprise,popular with his crewmates, organizing poker games, di

However, it also gave her a lot of work. Eager to learn about his crewmates’ diversity, and to prove it was an asset to a starship crew, Will had encouraged the expression of cultural idiosyncrasies that a more conservative captain might have discouraged in the name of discipline. To be sure, Titan’s perso

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In the first weeks of Titan’s mission, Dr. Ree, the ship’s dinosaurlike Pahkwa-thanh chief medical officer, had asserted his predatory identity by putting on flamboyant public displays of his rather savage approach to ingesting large, bloody chunks of raw replicated meat (and sometimes real raw meat, courtesy of the Klingons whose vessels had accompanied Titanon the Romulan mission). It was a bold gesture of the kind Dea