Suspicions

*A dinner party at a time like this.* Toran thought as he emerged from Devore's ready room onto the Leviathan's Bridge. For some reason, the Leviathan's stardrive systems were still malfunctioning and the Klingons did not seem very eager to help find the Captain. Something more serious was going on here.

*Something isn't right here.* Toran thought letting his El-Aurian intuition get the best of him, *Klingons showing up and knowing about this part of space, yet not giving us any information before hand. We're allies dammit.*

"Commander." Phanan called from Tactical, "I've got something strange on the sensors."

"What is it ?" Toran asked as he approached the Tactical console.

"They look like, like cloaked ships." Phanan said, "Not a good cloaking shield, but in a battle it would not have to be."

"An escape pod ?" Toran asked rhetorically.

"Several actually." Phanan said."It looks like the cloak power is running out."

"Mr. Ambrose..." Toran said glancing at the helmsman."...lets go pick them up."

"Aye sir." Ambrose replied as his hands crossed the helm panel.

"Toran to Harris." He said as he tapped his comm badge.

[Go ahead.] Harris replied.

"We've found several escape pods..." Toran reported."...we're moving to pick them up now."

[Good.] Harris responded. [Keep me informed, Harris out.]

*And the hits just keep on coming.* Toran thought as the Leviathan sailed towards its target. *Let's see what these have to offer us.*