Just in case you don’t have part 6 close by, here’s your handy reference to who’s who. Or which BobBob is which.

FomalhautBans our friends encounter:
UmEEg’Y - Protector
Liaison - BAn'A'At - cultural interpreter and liaison
YArAch'I - First Counsel
Minister An'EnA - head of the parliament
IngErt'E – UmEEg’Y’s first wife
Em'EkdU - aide to UmEEg’Y
WrUA’En – aide to BAn'A'At

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Spock remained asleep until he heard a light knock, Uhura quietly entering. She was wearing a thick blue bathrobe that covered her from neck to toe, a slight frown marring her beautiful face. “I’m sorry, sirs. Em'EkdU is here. He wants to escort us to breakfast.”

Hearing her, Dr. McCoy came through the connecting door, still in his dark green pajamas. “What?” McCoy asked with a scowl, waking Jim up who looked at them in some confusion.

//What’s wrong?// Jim asked, Spock explaining it. //Oh. What time is it?//

“What time is it, Lieutenant?” Spock asked Uhura.

“6:45 planet time, sir,” Uhura told them.

“Why are you concerned?” Spock asked her, recognizing the look on her face.

“He is being…insistent. And he is determined that the Captain come as well,” Uhura said.

“Doesn’t it occur to them that Jim’s had less than 6 hours of sleep?” Bones demanded.

“I reminded him,” Uhura said softly.

“It might’ve been nice if they’d thought to mention this last night,” Bones said with a scowl.

“Yes it would,” Uhura agreed. “What would you like me to tell him?”

Bones looked at Jim then at Spock, the two silently communicating. “Jim?”

“Inform him that the Captain will be ready as soon as he showers and dresses. In addition, apologize on behalf of the Captain for the delay,” Spock instructed.

“Of course,” Uhura agreed, leaving and closing the door behind her.

Once she had left, McCoy turned his all-knowing eyes on Jim. “How are you feeling?” McCoy asked, squatting next to him to study his face and the lines that still remained.

“His head aches and he is fighting some vertigo,” Spock informed the doctor.

“Vertigo?” Bones repeated, using his scanner to check Jim’s condition. “Hmm…you have a slight fever. Not too much of a surprise. Are you nauseous?”

//No. Just a headache,// Jim said, Spock repeating it.

“Are you going to be okay going to breakfast? And why the hell didn’t they tell us?” Bones asked.

“Jim believes it is all part of whatever is causing their unease,” Spock said.

“What?” Bones asked, shaking his head. “What does that mean?”

“By not informing you or the rest of the away team of their schedule, you are not as prepared to meet with them as you would be had you been provided appropriate notice,” Spock explained.

“Oh. Yeah. Keep us off our game,” McCoy said to Jim’s nods.

“In the simplest terms, yes,” Spock agreed, standing and reaching down a hand for Jim. “Yes, I will return to the ship and provide Admiral Pike with a preliminary status report.”

Jim nodded again, hugging Spock quickly before going into the bathroom to shower. Spock had beamed up by the time he emerged, the bed back together, the extra covers returned to McCoy’s room. When Jim was dressed, he went into the common area to find only McCoy still there.

“The rest went ahead,” Bones explained, reaching up to put his palm on Jim’s forehead. “Still dizzy?”

Jim held up a thumb and finger only slightly apart, Bones nodding in understanding. “I hope they have something you can eat.”

Jim pointed at himself and held up two fingers, Bones laughing. “You are getting good at this non-verbal communication stuff.”

Jim could only shrug, going out into the corridor with Bones. When they were in the bright hallway, Jim pointed at his wrist, looking at Bones in question.

“It’s 7:10. We have every reason to be late. Honestly, Jim. Why don’t they just ask us to leave? They’ve done everything but.”

Jim had to nod at that, wondering the same thing. This had to be one of the oddest diplomatic missions they had been on and that was saying something. At least they weren’t being chased through thick underbrush by angry inhabitants wielding sharp, poisonous spears. That seemed an all too frequently recurring pattern.

Jim and Bones guessed they would be eating in the same large chamber where the banquet had been held, making their own way to that room since none of the residents were around to guide them. They discovered that they were correct when they entered the banquet hall, as many FomalhautBans present as had been in attendance the night before. Most of the conversation in the room came to a stop as the Captain and the Doctor entered, all eyes focused on them.

YArAch'I, who had been introduced as First Counsel, hurried over to greet the late arrivals. “Finally, you have arrived,” she said looking up at them, her small face flushed a bright pink to match her hair. Her attire also matched her hair, all pinks and white, a flowing dress that moved gracefully about her.

“We apologize for our tardiness, Counsel,” McCoy said with a bow, Jim also nodding.

“Yes. Yes. You’re here now. That’s what important,” she gushed, herding them over to the head table. Already present were the other members of the away team, looking a little worried, or possibly overwhelmed. It was hard to tell from their expressions. “Sit. Sit,” YArAch'I said, waving broadly at the two empty chairs. Jim took the one between Minister An'EnA and Counsel YArAch’I. Bones was on the other side of the Minister, Liaison BAn'A'At on his other side. “What are you able to eat, Captain? Eggs? Fruit? Grains? We’ll do what we can to provide you something which you can eat. What would you like?”

Jim could only stare at her momentarily, trying to sort her words out in his brain. They all seem to be have been said in one rushed breath. He held his right hand out in question, hovering over hers, not wanting to risk startling her. She placed her right hand over his, lowering it until his hand lay on top of her left.

//You must be very hungry,// she suggested, her inside voice much calmer than her out-loud one.

//A little. Do you have oatmeal?// he asked, wondering if it would translate. He could feel her answering uncertainty so he pictured oatmeal in a bowl, knowing she understood his image.

//Indeed - havremjöl. Sucrose?//

//Yes please,// he agreed, watching her as she used her free hand to signal one of the servers. She was in no hurry to break contact with him so he allowed their hands to remain together. He sensed unfamiliar emotions coming from her, not distressful feelings exactly. More a general sense of unease. When she had dispatched the server, he caught her attention once more. //Where is Protector UmEEg’Y, Counsel, if it is not disrespectful of me to ask?//

“Of course not, Captain. He is preoccupied with matters concerning his family. He regrets not being with you for breakfast but will meet with you once we have finished eating. He has suggested a tour of our capitol as we are very proud of the beauty of our city.” This was all said in one breath, Jim again having to sort it out in his head before he could possibly respond.

//A tour would be delightful, Counsel. I trust the members of my crew will be joining us.//

“Of course of course. We want all of the Federation to know of our beautiful planet. We are very proud of our way of life. We know we are different from most other planets you have visited. I think you will like what you see as you are guided on the tour by the Protector. He is a wonderful tour guide. Tells delightful stories. Knows all the history of the entire planet,” she said, smiling and nodding with equal fervor.

//Yours is a lovely planet, Counsel. However, I do have the impression no one is truly interested in joining the Federation,// he said diplomatically, not wanting to risk insulting her or her planet but thinking she might be the one to finally tell him the truth. Inwardly, she seemed more settled and focused than most of the others he had met, although her outward appearance was just the opposite.

The same well rehearsed smile remained on her face as she casually scanned the room. //You are as perceptive as we have heard,// she agreed calmly.

//Why the pretense, Counsel? Why not send us on our way?//

//The truths told by others are often more true than truths spoken by those who hold them,// she said, leaving Jim even more confused.

//I apologize, Counsel. I do not understand,// Jim said honestly.

“Ahhh….here is your havremjöl, Captain. Would you also like something to drink? Water or coffee perhaps? We have juice of many varieties.”

//Coffee, please,// Jim requested, feeling somewhat lost when she lifted her hand from his. He wished his head and jaw didn’t hurt quite so much and that he could figure out just what the hell was going on. He also wished Spock was with him. And even wished he had never agreed to come to this planet in the first place.

//That is your headache talking,// Spock told him quietly.

//I know,// Jim sighed internally, eating more of the oatmeal and avoiding what looked like raisins.

//Is the oatmeal good?// Spock asked.

//It’s fine. I know I should be hungry but I’m not.// He accepted a cup of coffee from one of the servers with a nod, studying her briefly before she walked away. //Ask Chris if you can come down. I’m…//

//I understand,// Spock assured him. //I will contact the Admiral momentarily.//

//Thanks,// Jim said, returning his attention to YArAch'I when she touched him lightly on the arm.

“Is the havremjöl to your liking, Captain? We have more fruits you can add or perhaps some additional sucrose? We also have some honung we can provide to you.”

//This is fine, Counsel. Thank you,// he said, putting his hand on hers just long enough to convey the information. He watched as Lt. Ayers excused herself and went out one of the doors that led to the corridor, wondering briefly where she was going, not that it was particularly important. On his other side, he could hear Bones talking to Liaison BAn'A'At, using his ‘quit hiding the truth because I’ll figure it out eventually’ voice. Jim didn’t think it was the most appropriate way to address the Liaison but his own patience was getting as thin as McCoy’s normally was. Uhura was talking to someone Jim couldn’t readily identify although he was pretty sure she was at the negotiations last night. Chekov was listening to Lt. Matherson explain about the Federation and its guiding principles to another minister who was undoubtedly at the talks as well. Why was he even bothering to pretend to listen to Jason when they had already made up their minds? Trying to figure it out just made his head hurt that much worse.

As he picked up his coffee cup, he noticed that Lt. Ayers was standing in the doorway, attempting to attract his attention in a suitably subtle way. He casually stood, some eyes turned toward him but not everyone noticed as he made his way to the door. Ayers led him out into the corridor to stand in one of the window alcoves, looking at the courtyard right outside.

He had no way of communicating with her but she understood and leaned just a little closer to him.

“I needed to powder my nose, sir. So I came out here to find the closest facility. I didn’t see one and when one of the severs walked by, I stopped him,” she said, her anxiety transmitting to him. He nodded for her to continue, studying her to make sure she was all right. “I asked him if he could direct me to a bathroom. He looked startled, even frightened that I had asked. I didn’t touch him, sir. I just asked. He looked up at me so I repeated the question. He finally pointed down this corridor and made a motion that indicated I should turn right. I thanked him and he hurried off, looking back over his shoulder before he entered that door, which I think goes to the kitchen.” She stopped, looking up and down the hallway before returning her focus on her Captain. “Have any of the servers spoken to you, sir?”

Jim considered the question before shaking his head, looking at her in question.

“None of them have spoken, sir. I’m not sure that they can.”

Jim’s eyes grew bigger at this statement, thinking back on the interactions they had had since arriving. The planetary officials and their aides had talked to the away team but none of the workers had spoken. Those that brought the food did so when the ministers or aides had requested it. YArAch'I had asked what he wanted to eat and she told one of the servers who nodded before going off to get it. //Did any of them speak to you?// he asked Spock when he felt his presence.

//No they did not. She could very well be correct,// Spock said.

//Did you talk to Chris?//

//He is in a meeting and unless it is an emergency is not to be disturbed,// Spock said. //Are you going to be all right, love?//

//Yeah. Oh, here’s Bones. He probably couldn’t figure out where I had gone.//

“What are y’all doin’?” Bones asked them in his typical gruff manner.

Lt. Ayers explained, Bones frowning even harder at her words. “You’re right, Marjorie. They haven’t said a word to any of us.”

Jim looked at Bones, making his writing motion. Bones took the pen and paper out of his pocket, giving it to Jim. “She thinks they can’t talk. What would that mean?”

“That’s a really good question,” Bones said. “You haven’t touched any of them, have you?”

Jim shook his head and they all looked over at the door to the hall when it opened for Counsel YArAch'I to walk through. They tried very hard not to look guilty and she smiled at them, not an especially warm smile.

“Ahhh… here you are. We were becoming concerned that we had in some way offended you. We would never want that to happen. Is there some problem that I may assist you in resolving? Is there something you require that we have not been able to provide to you?”

“We are fine, Counsel. The Captain needed a word with the Lieutenant and they did not return as quickly as I had expected,” Bones lied smoothly.

“Yes, yes, I see, Doctor. Indeed. Breakfast is nearly concluded. Should we begin the tour of our beautiful city now? Would that be acceptable? We’ll of course alert the other members of our party. They are all certainly more than welcome to come as well.”

“We would enjoy a tour, Counsel. Thank you. We look forward to seeing more of your lovely city. Shall we wait here for you?” Bones asked, all smiles and diplomacy, making Jim laugh inside and wonder where he had learned to be such an effective liar.

“Of course. I’ll return momentarily with the others in your party then we’ll go. We’ll stop by the Protector’s office and inform him as well. I believe that he is waiting for us and will be ready to be guide you throughout the city once we arrive.”

“Thank you, Counsel,” McCoy said with a slight bow, looking over at Jim when she had left. “If you don’t get that smart-ass look off your face, you’re going to regret it.”

Jim just shrugged, glancing at Ayers who was trying very hard not to laugh.

“I have company manners,” McCoy informed him indignantly.

Jim nodded. Ayers lay a light hand on the Doctor’s arm, smiling warmly. “You are extremely diplomatic, with strangers.”

He snorted at her, patting her hand in warm affection before they broke contact as Uhura, Chekov, and Matherson emerged, being herded by YArAch'I. Bringing up the rear was Liaison BAn'A'At and her aide WrUA’En.

“Yes yes. I believe we are all ready then,” YArAch'I said in approval, leading them down the corridor, walking next to Jim and talking the entire time. He didn’t try to listen to every word she said and since they weren’t in physical contact, he couldn’t respond even if she had paused long enough for him to say anything.

They walked down two beautiful corridors and up one flight of stairs that they had some trouble negotiating because the steps were too narrow for them to comfortably climb them. They managed without falling flat on their faces, arriving at a corridor that was larger, the ceilings higher than the hallways they had previously visited. YArAch'I walked directly to the first door on the hall, knocking firmly and waiting as the door was finally opened by two residents in matching red uniforms.

“We are ready for our tour,” YArAch'I said. “Inform Protector UmEEg’Y we have arrived.”

The guards nodded, closing the door behind them as they disappeared back inside. It was only a moment later that Em'EkdU emerged, greeting the Humans. “Protector UmEEg’Y is regrettably unavailable at the present, Captain. He asks that you accept his apology and trusts that you will find YArAch'I an acceptable guide.”

Jim looked at McCoy who was looking at Em'EkdU as though he had suddenly grown two heads. He carefully schooled his face to complete neutrality before addressing the matter at hand.

“While YArAch'I is a perfectly acceptable guide, we would like to delay the tour until a later time. The Captain is not feeling himself and cannot truly appreciate the beauty of your planet in his current physical condition. Once he has had appropriate rest and medication, he will be better able to fully appreciate all the delights of your city,” McCoy said with just the right amount of anxiety and regret. Very smooth, Jim thought.

Em'EkdU looked from McCoy to Jim and then studied the rest of the away team who tried their best to look as tired as the Captain. “Yes. You all seem fatigued,” he admitted. “We will postpone the tour until you are ready for that much activity.”

“We appreciate your understanding,” McCoy said for them. “I will see that they rest and are fully prepared to appreciate your hospitality.”

“Indeed,” Em'EkdU said, turning to WrUA’En and asking that he escort their visitors back to their chambers.

“I regret we tired you so,” YArAch'I said to Jim and McCoy. “We should have been more sympathetic to the needs of your people.”

“We regret the need to rest rather than explore your city,” McCoy said.

“Yes yes. Unfortunate,” YArAch'I said, turning them over to WrUA’En to return them to their chambers, YArAch'I and Em'EkdU slipping into the office of the Protector, the other residents dispersing after wishing the Humans good rest.

WrUA’En waved down the corridor, the Humans automatically going the indicated direction. Going down the steps proved to be just as difficult as going up them had been. They managed to get down them without incidence, going to their chambers and closing the door, WrUA’En leaving silently after they had arrived safely.

“Oh my,” Bones said when he and Jim were sitting on the couch, the others standing, or sitting on one of the cushions.

“They are…odd, sir,” Pavel said, Jim thinking that might be the understatement of the year.

Jim nodded, looking over at Uhura and Jason to see if they had something to add to Chekov’s evaluation. “I know we’ve met some strange…people, sir,” Jason said. “But this place just doesn’t make sense.”

Ayers shared what she had shared with the Captain, the others agreeing that they had not heard any of the servers speak.

Jim reached over to Bones to accept the pen and paper he had been holding, writing a quick note. “Would you four feel comfortable going to the city? Walk around and observe?”

“Do you think that’s a good idea, Jim?” Bones asked.

“They haven’t done or said anything threatening,” Jim pointed out.

“Yeah. Still,” McCoy said, looking at the other four. “What do y’all think of the idea?”

They discussed it briefly, finally deciding that as long as they stayed together, they would be safe. They didn’t feel endangered by the citizens, mostly puzzled and definitely curious.

“We told them we were too tired for the tour,” Bones said. “Why are they suddenly ready to explore?”

“Blame me. I can’t go and you didn’t want to tell me how disappointed you were,” Jim suggested.

“That should work,” Uhura agreed. “We’ll tell them we’re looking for souvenirs. I can’t imagine finding anything appropriately sized but you never know.”

“Very good,” Jim said in approval.

“What are you going to do, sir?” Pavel asked the Captain.

“Sleep,” Bones answered for him. “I’m stayin’ to make sure.”

Jim could only nod in agreement to that.

“We don’t have any money, sir,” Jason said in realization, making the others laugh softly.

“Hmm…” Bones said. “That could prove to be a problem.”

“I guess Federation credits aren’t accepted. I wonder if there is some way to change them into local currency.”

“We can find one of the ministers and see,” Uhura suggested.

Jim nodded at that, going over to his tote to take out his credit chip and hand it to Uhura.

“Thank you. We’ll be careful,” she promised before he had to remind them.

He nodded again, walking with them to the door to see them out, wishing he could go with them. But his presence in the palace would make their absence easier to justify. He couldn’t be surprised when he returned back to the couch to find Bones asking Spock to come down. Jim didn’t even bother to try and protest because he knew it would do absolutely no good. And truth be told, he’d be glad of Spock’s company.

“Don’t start,” Bones said when he put his communicator back in his pocket. Jim shook his head and gave him a thumb’s up, looking over the back of the couch when Spock materialized.

//Hey,// Jim sighed.

“I am sorry you are in such pain, love,” Spock said quietly.

Jim shrugged, looking over at McCoy.

“I know, Jim. There’s nothing we could do about it. But now you need to go with Spock and sleep.”

Jim nodded wearily, standing to follow Spock into their chamber, sitting on the couch as Spock made their bed on the floor.

“Take off your uniform,” McCoy instructed, taking out a hypospray.

Jim removed his boots before shedding his pants and his uniform top. He pulled on the pajama pants and sat on the comforters on the floor. He waited as patiently as possible while McCoy administered the dreaded hypospray, sighing when it was done. //Can you stay?//

“I can,” Spock agreed, pulling off his boots and sitting next to Jim. “I spoke with Admiral Pike.”

“What’d he say?” McCoy asked, sitting on a pillow on the floor next to their make-shift bed.

“He prefers I not appear in public,” Spock said. “While I understand his reasoning, I remain concerned.”

//We’re pretty sure we aren’t in any danger,// Jim assured him, Spock repeating it for Bones’ benefit.

“Your anxiety says otherwise,” Spock suggested.

//It’s the pain and the uncertainty more than anything else,// Jim said. Bones nodded when Spock repeated it.

“As you know all too well, pain’ll do that to you. If I gave you enough medication to stop it, you wouldn’t be able to negotiate your way out of a paper bag.”

“Why would he need to negotiate his….”

//Never mind,// Jim interrupted him with a silent laugh. //It’s just an expression.//

Bones frowned at Spock before turning his attention to Jim. “Go to sleep. I’ll run interference if they come to find you.”

Jim nodded, laying down and wishing the floors weren’t quite so hard. Well, he’d slept in worse places. He felt more comfortable when Spock lay down next to him and turned on his side to drape an arm over this body. //Thank you.//

“Go to sleep, love,” Spock said, kissing the side of his head.

//Are you sleeping?//

“I am not planning to sleep. I will remain for as long as you need me.”

Jim nodded at that, looking up sleepily at Bones’ worried face. //Please tell him not to worry so much.//

“He cannot stop from worrying,” Spock said, looking over at Bones.

“I can’t. Go to sleep.”

Jim closed his eyes, trying to still his rampant thoughts, Spock helping him find calm so that he could successfully fall to sleep. He was vaguely aware of Spock and Bones chatting quietly but rather than disturbing his sleep, the sound of their voices was very soothing, especially since their mutual concern for him prevented them from arguing.

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He woke to silence, Spock no longer next to him, Bones not in the room. He was a little stiff but his head and jaw didn’t hurt nearly as much as they had for which he was immensely grateful. //Where are you?//

//I will be there momentarily,// Spock assured him. As he finished, the door to their bedroom slowly opened to admit Spock, McCoy, and to Jim’s surprise, WrUA’En. “WrUA’En requested to speak with you,” Spock explained.

Jim nodded, sitting up and looking at WrUA’En who was now at eye level with him. WrUA’En reached out and put a light hand on the Captain’s shoulder, warmth transmitting over the contact.

“I apologize for my earlier behavior, Captain,” WrUA’En said sincerely.

//It’s of no consequence,// Jim assured him, looking at Spock and McCoy, who sat on the end of the comforters. //What can we do for you?//

“I…uhm….” WrUA’En removed his hand in order to pace next to their bed. “I would like to request asylum from the Federation,” he finally blurted out.

“Asylum?” Bones repeated.

WrUA’En nodded, looking down at the floor beneath his feet. “I…uhm…we…that is….”

“Does this have something to do with Em'EkdU?” Bones guessed. WrUA’En nodded again, not looking especially surprised at Bones’ question.

“Yes. We…are…want to…well…we….” He looked up, focusing on Jim then on Spock, smiling sadly. “We want the opportunity to have what you do, Captain, Commander.”

“I see,” Spock said with a nod. “You wish to marry but are forbidden from doing so.”

“Yes,” WrUA’En agreed. “We are hoping if we are granted asylum, we will have the chance to find…peace.”

“Asylum is generally only granted to those who are residents of member planets,” Spock said.

“I am aware,” WrUA’En said. “That is one of the reasons Em'EkdU and I have worked so hard to convince UmEEg’Y that we should accept your invitation. The Protector sees it differently.”

//That’s why UmEEg’Y has been less than receptive to the idea,// Jim said, putting a light hand on WrUA’En’s.

“Yes, Captain. He sees the benefits to joining but likes believing he is all powerful. If FomalhautB joined your Federation, UmEEg’Y thinks there would be a paramilitary organization watching everything that goes on here,” WrUA’En said.

“The Federation is not in the habit of telling member planets how to conduct their internal affairs,” Spock said.

“No. But they do have certain mandates that must be adhered to in order to qualify for membership,” WrUA’En pointed out.

//We’ve see nothing on your planet that would disqualify you from membership,// Jim told him, feeling an answering wave of tension.

“You’ve seen nothing,” WrUA’En agreed.

“What exactly are you tryin’ to tell us?” McCoy asked, not bothering with the pretense of patience.

“I cannot answer that, Doctor,” he responded, the look on his face making it clear that the matter was closed.

“Four of our officers are walking about in your city, WrUA’En. Are they in danger?” Bones demanded, making it clear he expected an answer.

“There are no dangers to your people, Doctor,” WrUA’En said, wanting to relieve their concerns. “They are perfectly safe.”

Jim nodded at that, looking at Spock. //Does he have a case for asylum?//

//I do not believe so. You have the power to grant it but it may not stand,// Spock informed him. “If the true nature of your relationship with Em'EkdU were discovered, what would be the consequences?”

“Imprisonment. Exile. Those are the best we could hope for.” WrUA’En shivered, leaving them to understand that the unspoken retributions were even worse.

“This is how all couples of the same gender are treated?” Spock asked.

“Yes. The ones who are discovered. We do everything possible to escape detection. There are those of us who believe all forms of love are equal. We are forced to remain silent in our belief.”

“Not so different from Earth many centuries ago,” Bones acknowledged.

“Indeed,” Spock said.

“Is it the way of your people?” WrUA’En asked Spock.

“Vulcans see no logic in choosing a spouse when no children will be produced from the union. If, however, it is the choice of the two involved, they are neither scorned nor celebrated,” Spock explained.

“That’s all we want,” WrUA’En agreed. “To be left alone. UmEEg’Y has three wives. BAn'A'At has two husbands. I only want one spouse.”

“Your law allows polygamy but not same gender unions?” McCoy asked in surprise.

“Yes,” WrUA’En said. “If Em'EkdU and I married the same woman, we could have happiness. We refuse to lie so that we can be together. That would be unfair to her.”

“That’s just stupid,” Bones said.

“We think so as well,” WrUA’En agreed sadly. “That is why we are requesting asylum.”

//I am not entirely sure we can provide you asylum, WrUA’En. I have to check with a higher authority,// Jim said gently.

“I understand, Captain. That you are willing to try is meaningful to me.”

Jim nodded, slowly standing. //I need to return to my ship. Can you cover for my absence?//

“Certainly, Captain. Dinner won’t be served for another six hours. No one will come to find you until that time,” WrUA’En said.

//Alright. I won’t be gone longer than half an hour if I’m lucky,// Jim said.

“Thank you, Captain. I will be with BAn'A'At. Would you mind coming to tell me?” he asked McCoy.

“I’ll be glad to,” the Doctor agreed. “I’ll stay here in case anyone comes to find you. They won’t try to get past me.”

Jim nodded, walking with WrUA’En to the door. //Thank you for trusting us with this,// Jim said.

“Thank you for your efforts to assist us,” WrUA’En said before leaving as quietly as he had entered.

“Well,” Bones said when they were alone. “That explains quite a bit.”

//But why wouldn’t he tell us the rest?// Jim asked as he put his uniform back on, Spock repeating the question.

“I have every faith we’ll figure it out. And it won’t be him that told us. He can’t be blamed for it,” McCoy said.

//True,// Jim agreed, pulling on his boots as Spock contacted the ship to request transport. //Tell Bones thanks and we’ll be back soon.//

Spock repeated Jim’s words, Bones watching until they shimmered and disappeared.

It felt strange but comforting for Jim to back aboard his ship, the familiarity never failing to make him think “home.” Spock explained to Scotty that they were fine but needed a secure channel to Starfleet Headquarters to discuss a planetary matter of some delicacy. His words assured Scotty that they were indeed all right, and he watched them leave the transporter room to go to their quarters.

Akia was equally surprised when Spock contacted her to request that she connect them with Admiral Pike. It didn’t take too long for the Admiral to appear on Jim’s screen.

“Jim, Spock,” he said in his calm reassuring voice. “At least it’s only 22:30 our time.”

//Tell him I’m sorry,// Jim requested, smiling slightly at the Admiral.

“It’s fine, Jim. You know you are welcome to contact me anytime, even at 2:30 in the morning.”

Jim nodded, Spock explaining the reason for their contact.

“I see,” Pike said, considering it. “Do you believe he will be killed if we refuse?”

Spock looked at Jim who thought about the question. //I don’t know that he’s afraid of being killed. I get the feeling he fears a fate worse than death, as cliché as that sounds.//

Spock repeated it, Pike nodding. “What is this other circumstance, Jim? Is it part of WrUA’En’s problem?”

“We have yet to figure that out, sir. They do seem inexorably intertwined.”

“And you are fairly certain that Protector UmEEg’Y will never agree to membership?” Pike asked.

“Jim said their agreement seems unlikely, Admiral. WrUA’En does not seem especially hopeful.”

Pike nodded at that, looking from Spock to Jim and back. “If we grant them asylum, the chances of convincing them to join could be even further dimmed.”

//Since WrUA’En and Em'EkdU are the primary advocates for membership, they don’t seem likely to join anyway,// Jim pointed out.

“True,” Pike had to agree. “Go ahead and offer them provisional asylum. If the brass refuses, you can always provide them transport to Earth or any other planet where they might wish to live.”

“Is that not what will happen if they are granted asylum, sir?” Spock asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Yeah. But they don’t need to know that,” Pike laughed. “I’m pretty sure it won’t be a problem.”

//Thank you,// Jim said, Spock repeating it. //We’ll wait until we’re ready to leave to bring them aboard.//

“Yes, that would be best. Spock, you can transmit the official request since Jim needs to get back to the planet before he’s missed.”

“I will, sir,” Spock agreed. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll talk to you soon, I feel sure. Maybe even at some decent hour.”

//Tell him we’ll do our best,// Jim said, waiting as they said their final farewells. //Good. I do need to get back. Even with Bones running interference, they might find out I’m gone.//

“Yes. I would like to accompany you,” Spock agreed, leaning over to very gently kiss Jim’s mouth.

//Not bad,// Jim decided. //More soon, I hope.//

“I do as well,” Spock said, standing to accompany him back to the transporter room. When Jim had beamed back down, Spock returned to the Bridge, to attend to his duty and to transmit the asylum request.

“What’d he say?” Bones asked when Jim appeared in the common room.

Jim wrote out a brief version of what had been discussed, Bones nodded. “Have you heard from the others?”

“No. I’ll contact them,” Bones said, opening the communicator, Uhura very soon responding. “Are y’all okay?”

“We’re fine, Doctor. We’re on our way back. No one thought it strange that we were outside the palace.”

“Very good. Any insight to the mysterious goings-on?” Bones asked.

“We aren’t entirely sure. How’s the Captain?”

“Better. He slept. His headache has diminished,” Bones said.

“Good. We should be there in 5 or 6 minutes.”

“Alright,” McCoy said, closing off the communications. “She sounds fine.”

Jim nodded at that, looking around the room.

“What do you need?”

Jim mimed drinking, Bones going to the bell pull that they had earlier been shown. “Did you get something to eat?”

“I’m not hungry,” McCoy said, sitting back on the couch.

“What did you do while we were gone?”

“Not much. You weren’t gone 20 minutes. No one came by or attempted to contact you,” Bones said, going to the door when a light knock sounded. In the corridor stood one of the servers in the black and white uniform they had become accustom to seeing them wear. The man looked up at McCoy, a question on his face. “We would like something to drink, if you don’t mind.”

The man nodded, reaching out one hand. Bones took it, the server asking in what way he could assist them.

“The Captain would like some coffee with extra cream. I’d like water with ice, please.”

The server nodded, leaving as quietly as he had come, Bones returning to Jim. “Well, that seems to clinch it, huh?”

“He can’t talk?”

“No he can’t.”

“What was it like touching him?”

“His sole focus was determining what we wanted. It’s as if he didn’t exist except as a means of fulfilling our needs.”

“What?” Jim asked when Bones silently frowned.

“He didn’t seem to have a separate existence from his job.” Jim nodded in understanding, watching Bones try to puzzle it out. “They are real people, right?”

“If they were androids, you would know.”

“There is that,” Bones agreed, looking over at the door as the other four returned, looking a little more relaxed than they had when they left. Uhura and Ayers were carrying shopping bags, the two men listening intently. “Did y’all have fun?”

“It really is a pretty city,” Uhura said, sitting gracefully on one of the cushions and peering into her shopping bag. “I got you this, Captain,” she said, taking out a beautiful glass kaleidoscope. He nodded in appreciation, looking through it.

“Thank you. It’s very lovely,” he wrote, handing it to McCoy. It was about the size of Bones’ hand and quite beautiful for all its diminutive size.

“You were able to find some local currency?” McCoy asked as returned the kaleidoscope to Uhura so she could put it safely in her bag.

“They accept Federation credits, sir,” Matherson said. “They had no reservations about it.”

“That’s interesting,” the Doctor said. “I guess they want to be a trading partner at any rate.”

“It does seem that way, sir,” Chekov said. “They have Earth food in the square. We had ice cream with peaches.”

“That’s unexpected,” Jim said.

“It is,” Ayers said, reaching into her shopping bag. “I hope you don’t mind, sir. But this was so beautiful, I couldn’t resist it.” She was holding a knitted shawl in variegated yellows and reds, large enough to provide her warmth.

“It’s beautiful,” Jim said. “Of course I don’t mine.”

“I’ll be glad to transfer the credits to your account, sir,” she said, allowing Uhura to try it out.

Jim waved away her words, watching Bones go to the door for their drinks. “Do y’all want anything?”

They all decided they were fine, discussing their trip into the city.

“Did you see or hear anything out of the ordinary?” McCoy asked as he sipped the water.

“The residents in the square were happy to talk to us, sir,” Ayers said. “The ones working in the shops never spoke.”

“Further evidence that they can’t,” McCoy said.

“When I spoke to one directly, they responded telepathically,” Uhura confirmed. The others agreed that the workers all communicated silently, the shoppers talking to them.

“What did you talk about?” Bones asked.

“Earth. Starfleet. You and the Captain,” Chekov said, checking with the others to see if their experiences were similar. “They are intensely curious.”

“I suppose they would be,” McCoy said, Jim nodding in agreement.

“Did you stay together?”

“Yes sir,” Matherson answered for them. “Nyota and Marjorie went into more of the shops. Pavel and I stayed outside. No one seemed to think it odd we were there.”

“And you felt safe?” McCoy asked, setting down his glass and standing.

“Very safe, sir,” Matherson agreed.

“I need to run a quick errand,” McCoy explained. “Nyota, would like to come with me?”

“Of course,” Uhura agreed, returning the shawl to Marjorie with a smile.

“Do you want us to find you something to eat?” McCoy asked the Captain.

Jim shook his head, not interested in eating anything at all. The hypo McCoy had given him before his nap had predictably upset his stomach.

“Alright. We won’t be long,” McCoy said, leaving with Nyota by his side.

“Everything okay, Captain?” Chekov asked, looking at the closed door.

“Fine, Pavel. He needs to practice his diplomatic skills,” Jim wrote, making the others laugh.

“He’s diplomatic with everyone but you, sir,” Matherson reminded him, Jim nodding in agreement.

“Too right,” Jim agreed. Matherson, Chekov and Ayers chatted about what they had seen and done in town, McCoy and Uhura returning 15 minutes after they had left. Jim casually followed Bones into one of the bedrooms, sitting on the couch, McCoy next to him.

“WrUA’En is very grateful,” McCoy told him quietly. “He understands that they will have to wait until we’re ready to leave. I asked about the shopping trip and he said they know that the Federation is a good trading partner. They don’t object to Federation members visiting and wish more of them would.”

Jim nodded at that, studying his friend. “But?”

“Nyota wasn’t surprised that WrUA’En had requested asylum. But she thinks there is even more to it than he’s saying.”

“Does she know what?”

“No. Not that they don’t have reason enough to want to get away from the prejudice of this place. I sure hope the Federation can find them a job because they are going to have a hard enough time adjusting to living on a planet that isn’t scaled to their size,” McCoy said thoughtfully.

“They must have considered that,” Jim suggested.

“Yeah. Well, I don’t suppose that it’s up to us to figure out all the details.”

“Fortunately not,” Jim agreed. He stood and returned with McCoy to the common chamber where they all talked casually, discussing what might or might not be occurring on the planet. They had reached no satisfactory conclusion when WrUA’En came to escort them to dinner. WrUA’En acted as coolly indifferent to them as he previously had, making certain that no one could detect a change in his attitude.

When they reached the banquet hall, they followed the instructions of their guide, Jim sitting between UmEEg’Y and YArAch'I. On the other side of the Protector was his first wife IngErt'E who looked only mildly interested in what was taking place around her.

“Are you feeling better, Captain?” UmEEg’Y asked Jim.

//Much better, Protector. I regret being unable to tour your city.//

“Your officers enjoyed their visit?” UmEEg’Y asked with a smile that Jim thought looked a little predatory.

//Very much so, Protector. They told me of all the delights that your city has to offer.//

“Indeed,” the Protector said. “It was surprising to me when I learned of their visit.”

//They were curious, Protector. My inability to visit did not need to stand in the way of theirs. They told me that they were able to successfully use Federation credits for their shopping.//

“We gladly accept your credits, Captain. We are not so backwards as some might believe.”

//Your planet is many things, Protector. Backward is not one of them.//

“I am not convinced that your Federation holds us in such high regard,” UmEEg’Y suggested.

//To what do you attribute that belief, sir? We are unaccustomed to lying to planets whom we invite to join,// Jim said hoping he sounded less defensive than he did inside his own head. He was glad that being bonded to Spock had taught him to separate his thoughts into those which were accessible and those which remained solely his. Otherwise he would be about to cause an unfortunate diplomatic crisis.

“If you are unaccustomed to lying, why did you refuse a guided tour and then send your officers to spy on us?” UmEEg’Y demanded quietly.

//They were not spying, Protector. They were shopping. It’s a very human custom when visiting a new planet.//

“Spying. Shopping. Is it not simply a matter of semantics?”

//If you believe that we could be such incompetent spies, you think very little of the Federation,// Jim said, some of his impatience leaking through his tightly shielded thoughts. //My officers did nothing to hide their presence. They used my credit chip for their purchases. In what way does that constitute spying?//

“They were unescorted. They talked with those they encountered,” UmEEg’Y said.

//We were unaware that going to the city unescorted was a concern, Protector. We did understand that you welcomed the Federation as trading partner if nothing else. And it is to be expected that they talked with those they encountered. We are explorers. It is our job.//

“So it is your responsibility to spy on planets not a part of the Federation.”

//I fail to understand this accusation of spying, Protector. Nothing could be further from the true nature of their visit.//

“Why did you refuse an escort into the city if your intention was not to spy?”

//Regrettably, I was in no condition to visit your city, sir. When we returned to our chambers, my officers requested and received my permission to visit on their own while I slept. Had I known you objected, they certainly would not have gone. I regret this misunderstanding, Protector, but you can be assured that a miscommunication is all that it is.//

“I think we both know that FomalhautB has no real interest in joining your Federation,” UmEEg’Y finally said stiffly. “You have put on a great show of pretending to convince us that your desire is for us to join when in fact you wish for the exact opposite.”

//If you have no desire to join, why did you allow us to come? And why would we have agreed if we do not really want your membership?// Jim asked, admittedly sounding less diplomatic than he would normally.

“I gave into the persuasive arguments of Em'EkdU. He had convinced me that there was merit to joining your Federation. I see now he was in error, as I maintained the entire time. You offer us nothing but lies in exchange for our hospitality.”

Jim could only stare wide eyed at the Protector, unsure what he could say in response to those words. When did this open hostility manifest itself? Was it all because they refused to be escorted to the city? Surely not. Man, was he going to be in serious trouble and even Pike might not be able to save him. //I am at a loss to know how to respond,// Jim said in regret. //The Federation would not have sent five starships to negotiate with you had they harbored a secret agenda, or had not sincerely been interested in convincing you of the merits of joining.//

“Are your starships sent so that you can punish the planets which refuse?” UmEEg’Y asked, his anger threatening to boil over completely.

Jim very carefully did not respond immediately, calming his rampant thoughts. //I don’t believe you think that, Protector.//

UmEEg’Y stared at him, Jim maintaining eye contact the entire time. UmEEg’Y finally blinked and looked away, telling the servers that they needed to pick up the pace of their work.

Jim stared straight ahead, doing everything possible to contain the anger created by the Protector’s words. Not only did he accuse the Federation of spying on his planet, he claimed that if they didn’t join, the Enterprise would blow them away. Good lord, UmEEg’Y had some strange ideas about diplomacy.

//You mustn’t blame yourself,// YArAch'I soft thoughts said, her hand very lightly on his knee. He continued to stare ahead, sensing that she did not want anyone else to know they were in communication.

//Does he really believe we were spying, Counsel?//

//It can be difficult to know what he thinks, Captain. He has been the unquestioned authority on our planet for many years. Your presence shows that there are those more powerful than he is.//

//The Federation has no intention of taking over this or any planet,// Jim said.

//We know this,// she assured him. //He is angry but not necessarily just at you.//

//That’s good to know. Why do the servers not speak, Counsel?//

//They are unable to, as I believe you discovered,// YArAch'I confirmed.

//Why? It’s an unusual characteristic,// Jim said hoping he wasn’t crossing some unseen line in the sand.

//They are genetically incapable of speaking.//

//My officers said that the shop workers also cannot speak. The other shoppers they encountered can. You can imagine our curiosity at the difference,// he said, trying to convey his real desire to understand.

//Have you been in physical contact with any of the servers?// she asked.

//No. They seem to avoid me,// he admitted.

//When you return to your chambers, summon a server. Make sure you alone are visible.//

//Alright, Counsel,// Jim agreed, looking at the plate that had been placed before him. It contained a beautiful cooked steak with a side serving of scallops. The steak made his mouth water but the scallops needed to swim away.

“Oh Captain,” YArAch'I said in a rush, standing up. “I am so sorry. This should have never been served to you. Oh goodness. How could this mix-up have occurred?” She took his plate and handed it to the closest server who accepted it with a fearful glance toward UmEEg’Y before YArAch'I shooed her away with strict instructions to return with the soppa they had previously discussed. //I’m very sorry,// she said when she was sitting back next to him, her hand lightly on his knee.

//You needn’t apologize, Counsel. I have the feeling the error was not the server’s.//

//It was not. Sadly our Protector can be a petty man when he…well.//

//We have a saying on Earth – power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely,// Jim said, carefully sipping his water. UmEEg’Y still had his back almost turned to Jim, a blatant slap in the Captain’s face but he couldn’t seem to care. At all.

//An impressive proverb. Do you not have absolute power aboard your starship?// she asked, not making it sound like the accusation it would have from some others.

//I only like to believe I do,// Jim said, feeling her laugh in return. //We have very strict and exacting regulations that govern almost everything that occurs. Captains have some leeway but we are held to the standards of Starfleet and any Captain who ignores those codes of conduct will not be Captain very long.//

//Very wise,// she agreed, nodding to the server who placed a bowl of steaming soup in front of Jim. “Made from potatoes. Quite delicious. And I do apologize for the mix-up, Captain. It should have never been allowed to happen.”

He nodded and touched her hand resting on the table. He didn’t actually convey his acceptance of her apology because he knew her words for all for show.

“Before you leave our planet, Captain, do you think it might be possible for some of us to visit your starship? We are very curious about how it works and how you live aboard a vessel such as yours,” YArAch'I said while Jim ate the soup that he was pretty sure was in one of their largest serving bowls.

//We can certainly show you around, Counsel,// Jim agreed. //How many do you think will be interested in a tour?//

“I am interested as is Liaison BAn'A'At and her aide WrUA’En. The Protector had previously indicated some curiosity. How many of us would you be able to accommodate? We have no desire to overwhelm you or your crew.”

//We can easily provide a tour to six of you at a time. Eight would also not be a concern if that many choose to avail themselves of the opportunity.//

“Very good, very good indeed. I will inform those who might be interested and let you know tomorrow how many would like to come aboard.”

Jim nodded in acknowledgment to her words, carefully wiping up the dollop of soup that was threatening to run down his chin.

//I don’t imagine you’ll remain in orbit much longer,// YArAch'I said, her regret genuine.

//I do have the impression it’s only a matter of time before UmEEg’Y requests that we leave,// he agreed.

//I think you are correct,// she agreed.

//Do you know if the negotiations are scheduled again for tonight?// Jim asked, looking down the table at his officers who seemed to be engaged in animated conversations with the residents.

//They had been. I don’t know if they will still take place or not. Do you want me to ask the Protector?// she offered.

//Will he be angry at the question?// Jim asked.

She mentally waved away his concern, standing to walk behind him. She stopped when she reached UmEEg’Y side, waiting as he finished what he was saying to his first-wife. Jim turned slightly to observe but was careful not to stare.

“The Captain has inquired about the negotiations, Protector. Are we planning to meet tonight as we originally indicated?”

UmEEg’Y shifted enough to look at Jim, a frown still firmly on his face. “Is there any point?”

YArAch'I looked from the Protector to Jim and back. “Is there some problem about which I have not been informed?” she asked, acting as though she was totally in the dark. “I was looking forward to continuing our talks concerning our possible membership in the Federation. They have much to offer us and….”

“We will not be accepting their invitation,” UmEEg’Y announced more loudly than he intended, drawing many eyes to him. Jim kept his face schooled to careful neutrality, not so difficult since he could not possibly care less at this point what they decided to do. He was done with them and the sooner they got off this planet the better as far as he was concerned.

“Protector,” YArAch'I gasped in a convincing display of shock. “How has this occurred? I can hardly believe we won’t be discussing their invitation any longer. They entered the negotiations in good faith. Are we summarily dismissing them?”

“Yes,” UmEEg’Y said firmly.

“Oh my goodness,” YArAch'I said, shaking her head. “I hardly know what to say, Protector.”

“Do you want us to leave?” McCoy asked, a look of indifference on his face to match that of the Captain.

“We are hardly in the position of power here,” UmEEg’Y said, his resentment clear.

“This isn’t about power, Protector,” McCoy said kindly, once again showing his diplomatic side, albeit one sentence too late. “It is about what is best for your planet and the Federation.”

“You can force us to join. We all know that,” UmEEg’Y said.

“The Federation never forces sovereign planets to do anything, sir. The United Federation of Planets is a coalition that has joined together for strength. We are an interstellar federal republic, composed of planetary governments that agreed to exist semi-autonomously under a single central government based….” With that, Dr. McCoy’s voice faded away, all too aware that it was those words - ‘under a single central government’ - were at the heart of the Protector’s adamant refusal. McCoy caught Jim’s eyes, knowing his guess was right on the money, the confirmation all over Jim’s face. “I see,” McCoy said, adding nothing further.

Jim reluctantly stood, his officers following his example. YArAch'I looked up at him, clearly unhappy at this turn of events although he could see she was not entirely surprised.

“I believe were the Captain able to speak, he would thank you for your hospitality and would convey his regrets that we have unintentionally over-stayed our welcome,” Dr. McCoy said, towering over UmEEg’Y.

UmEEg’Y stood, trying to appear much taller than they all knew he was. “You have not out-stayed your welcome. You simply failed to understand that we will not be forced into abandoning our way of life.”

“We would never ask that of you, as we have never asked it of any member planet. It seems as though preconceived ideas on both our parts have stood in the way of any possibility of understanding and that is truly regrettable,” Dr. McCoy said, again impressing Jim with his skill at diplomacy. Who knew?

“Indeed,” UmEEg’Y replied, very silently amusing Jim. He knew he was using that word like Spock often did – when he was left with nothing relevant to add to the discussion.

“Once we have gathered our personal effects from our chambers, we will depart, with regret,” McCoy said.

UmEEg’Y nodded curtly, staring silently up at them.

“Might Em'EkdU accompany us, Protector? This will ensure that we do nothing to further anger or antagonize you or your residents,” McCoy said smoothly.

UmEEg’Y nodded again, exiting the hall, soft gasps following him as he left.

“I’m really sorry,” YArAch'I said very quietly when the Humans had gathered around their Captain and the Doctor.

“You have no reason to apologize,” McCoy assured her, looking over at Em'EkdU who was looking up at him gratefully. “We regret that our visit has so abruptly been terminated.”

“Something over which you have no control,” she assured him, focusing on Em'EkdU. “I wish you and WrUA’En every happiness,” she said very quietly.

“Thank you, Counsel. We will miss you and your kindness,” Em'EkdU said just as quietly.

She nodded and turned to leave, not before they saw the unshed tears in her eyes.

Jim looked at Em'EkdU in question. “She knew. She’s worked to change the law but has not succeeded. She offered to marry us both but that is not an acceptable solution,” he explained very softly.

The other Humans looked a little surprised at the conversation but they understood and did not comment. Em'EkdU escorted them out of the hall, none of the residents attempting to touch or talk to them.

Jim put his hand lightly on Em'EkdU’s shoulder as they went down the corridor. //Can you tell WrUA’En he needs to come to our quarters?//

“He was in the banquet hall, Captain. I expect him to be in your chambers by the time we arrive,” Em'EkdU responded in a quiet voice.

//Very good,// the Captain agreed removing his hand so that he would not continue to be privy to the emotions vying for supremacy in Em'EkdU’s head and heart.

As predicted, when they arrived in their chambers, WrUA’En was waiting patiently, standing when they entered, locking eyes with Em'EkdU. “You aren’t going to change your mind, are you?”

“You know the answer to that, kärlek,” Em'EkdU responded with a somewhat sad smile.

WrUA’En nodded, looking up at Jim. “Thank you, Captain. This will give us a chance to have the life we’ve always wanted.”

//We are honored to be able to assist you,// Jim assured him. The others had gone to their bedrooms to collect the few belongs they had brought, Jim going to do the same. He looked over at the door when it was pushed open, expecting it to be Bones. Instead, it was the server who had given him the steak instead of the soppa. Jim waited as the woman silently approached, squatting so he was at her eye-level. She touched his arm, her emotions of regret and sadness and no small amount of admiration coming across.

//WrUA’En asked I come to speak with you,// she said, studying him.

He nodded, content to wait as she reined in her emotions and gathered her thoughts.

//He said that you are providing them asylum.//

//Yes,// Jim agreed, certain she was not about to ask for the same assistance.

//FomalhautB cannot join the Federation, Captain. Not as long as you forbid slavery.//

Jim gasped softly at that word, clarity coming with it. //You are a slave.//

She nodded. //All of the workers are, Captain. We are members of a race that are born unable to speak. This is why we use touch telepathy to communicate.

//Centuries ago, we were all equal. The Högtalare married and bore children with the Tonlös – the voiceless. This gave the gift of telepathy to the Speakers. A gift to them was a curse to us. They used their voices to subjugate us, force us into servitude. Silent protests cannot overcome the words of those who call you master.//

//I don’t quite know what to say,// Jim admitted, his regret crossing over to her.

//It is a regrettable situation, Captain. The Protector wants FomalhautB to be a trading planet but fears this secret will be discovered. That is why he will negotiate for a time then refuse.//

//Why did none of the other starships discover this?//

//We had no reason to trust them as we do you. You understand touch telepathy and do not fear it. We do not fear your knowledge,// she explained.

//What is your name?// he asked very kindly.

//Påsklilja. It is a flower.//

//I will tell the Federation the truth, Påsklilja. I will not tell them where I learned of it. Your planet will be declared off-limits until slavery is abolished.//

//That may be enough to convince the Protector to adhere to the old-ways, of jämlikhet – equality for all people,// Påsklilja said hopefully.

//I hope so. And I appreciate your trust in me. I will do all that I can to help abolish slavery.//

//That is all that we can ask, Captain,// she said, rising on her toes to kiss his cheek before hurrying out of his chamber. When she was gone, Bones entered, looking down at him.

“Everything okay?”

Jim nodded and stood, accepting the paper and pen. “The workers are slaves.”

“I feared as much,” Bones said in anger. “This damn planet.”

Jim had to nod at that, putting the last of his few belongings in his tote and looking around to make sure he had everything.

“Ready?”

Jim silently followed him out to the common room to find only Uhura still there.

“The others went ahead. Safer for WrUA’En and Em'EkdU,” Bones explained.

Jim nodded at that, waiting as McCoy asked for transport. Once they materialized on the transporter, Jim looked at Spock.

//Now.//

Spock turned to the panel and instructed Scotty to take them out of orbit as quickly as possible.

“Aye sir,” came the disembodied reply.

//Ship’s status?//

“All systems report normal, Captain,” Spock assured him, glancing at McCoy and Uhura. “You are relieved of duty until Alpha shift tomorrow.”

They both nodded gratefully, leaving the transporter room. Jim was sure McCoy was headed straight to sickbay before going to his quarters to rest.

//This was one of the more disastrous missions we’ve been on.//

“On the contrary, Captain. No one was injured, including you. We were able to offer asylum and happiness to two people who deserve it. You discovered that the planet sanctions slavery and will therefore be declared off-limits until they abolish it.”

//Will Pike agree with your assessment?// Jim asked, not able to disguise the exhaustion he was feeling. Not just from sleeping on the floor, but from trying to figure it all out, from being away from his ship and his soulmate.

“He already has. He assured me of that when he once again relieved you of command,” Spock said, holding tight to Jim.

//Again?// Jim asked, trying really hard to care that he was once again not captain of his starship.

“Temporarily, love. Just as I am relieved of duty for the next 36 hours.”

//Oh,// Jim said, brightening at the news. //Are you in some kind of trouble?//

//Not yet. But with your help, I hope to be.//