Meeting the Baronesses

Posted on Sat May 25th, 2019 @ 5:59pm by Commander Rita Paris & Captain Enalia Telvan & Lieutenant Commander Mnhei'sahe Dox & Petty Officer 2nd Class Ila Dedjoy & Kodria Mizu & Baroness 2nd Class Schwein von Alcott & Baroness 3rd Class Sarika

Mission: Fractured Fairy Tales
Location: Artan Family Orbital Fortress Grand Hall
Timeline: 2396, shortly after arriving at the Artan Orbital Fortress

Shortly after arriving at the Artan family orbital fortress, Enalia received a message that her allies were awaiting her in the Grand Hall of the central spire of the castle and would be honored if her Highness's party would join them to discuss her plans for the Tribunal. Hence Captain Telvan, Commander Paris, Lieutenant Dox, and Yeoman Dedjoy were now riding up the outside of the central spire inside of a spacious crystal elevator with a beautiful view of the expansive lands inside of the snow globe of a fortress.

"It's a beautiful sight, isn't it?" Enalia asked as she longingly gazed out at the forest and the small lake. "There's a horse track over that way that I loved growing up. This may sound silly, but my horse's name was Potatoes because her mane was the same color as the baked potatoes we sometimes had."

Standing off to the side between Commander Paris and Yeoman Dedjoy, Mnhei'sahe Dox tugged slightly on the hem of her crimson Starfleet uniform. She was quite pleased that they were representing themselves as such in the proceedings as she was much less comfortable in the Baronesses uniform she had prepared.

"Aye, Captain." The anxious, red-headed Romulan replied someone stiffly, as she was nervous about what was to come and was more focused on that than she was the view.

The meeting with the baronesses was one that was critical, to be certain, given the upcoming Tribunal in which the votes of the heads of the various factions beneath the banner of the Artan family pirate fleet would determine their course for the foreseeable future. More specifically, it would determine the course of Captain Telvan, as the heir to the family. As her mother had come out of retirement to demand an heir, and Enalia was resistant to the idea, now would come political maneuvering and manipulations, capitulations sought and alliances tested.

The job of one Rita Paris in all of this was to observe, to watch, to judge and divine intention. In this morass of piracy which was stranger to her than the far-flung future in which she now dwelled, she had to guard the Captain against betrayal and insure that the vote proceeded according to their plans. All while watching for treachery and underhanded tactics from all sides, monitored by an opponent who had been planning this machination literally for years now.

In over her head in strange waters, surrounded by potential hostiles and seeking a course that seemed to have no heading, Paris smirked. Just another glorious day in Starfleet, thought the lost navigator to herself as she smoothed out her minidress uniform that had been replaced by more modern versions 126 years ago.

"Captain, are you ready for this?" Paris asked solicitously, aiming to get Enalia's head in the game.

With difficulty, Enalia tore her eyes from the serenity of the scenery and turned towards the elevator door, tugging down on her uniform top and adjusting it as she recomposed herself. "I am. Sarika has gathered those that we know support us in this together so we can discuss our upcoming strategy and, I'll be honest... I've left a fair bit of it to the two of you. My mother knows me and can predict my moves. The two of you together are an unknown to her."

And then she grinned that special lopsided grin of hers. "And we have Yeoman Ila Dedjoy. Between the four of us, success is all but guaranteed."

Ila smiled softly and nodded, the pair of PaDDs she held clutched to her chest. "Aye, Captain. It's good to be back at your side again."

"It's good to have you back, Yeoman. From now on, maybe leave the insane plans to the professionals, right?" Paris grinned, gently patting the cybernetic woman on the shoulder.

For her part, Dox simply allowed a light smile to crack her otherwise serious face as she folded her arms behind her back and stood at attention as the lift approached it's destination.

Ila grinned a bit wider and nodded again as the lift slowed and indicated that it was almost at their destination. "Aye, Commander. I'm done with trying to be a hero."

"Spoken like every reluctant hero I've ever known," Paris shot back as the lift stopped.

That was when the large filigree inlaid doors whoosed open, revealing the Grand Hall near the top of the castle's central spire. The only thing above this level was the private levels of the Artan family themselves. Inside was an ostentatious display of craftsmanship from many worlds leading to what could only be described as the fanciest and ritziest bar that any of them had ever seen. Every chair was unique and hand carved. Every plant was unique and wildly different from the last.

The paintings on the walls and columns were unique and as far from each other as a Rembrandt and a Picasso. Towards the center was the most out of place thing. A community fire pit with grilling racks built out of what appeared to be white marble and lined with rose gold. Off to the side of that, as if it was the most normal thing, was a regular bar straight out of some seedy dive, with a pair of the fortress's holographic maids behind the counter mixing drinks. Scattered in the chairs were seven Baronesses, casually chatting.

Sarika was the first to notice that the Captain and her party had arrived and stood, placing her right hand over her heart and bowing respectfully. "Princess. We welcome you home." Within a heartbeat, the rest of those assembled followed suit.

"Thank you. It's good to be home." Enalia placed her right hand over her heart and inclined her head in a slight bow back. May I introduce my First Officer Commander Paris, my Chief Flight Controller and Baroness Fifth Class Lieutenant Dox, and my Yeoman, Petty Officer Dedjoy."

All around, Paris offered eye contact, a smile and a nod as she draped her hands on her hips confidently.

That was when someone unexpected stepped up to greet Enalia. A Trill woman wearing a white and gold dress uniform with no tassels, but a katana on her belt and her black hair in a high ponytail. She appeared to be almost as old as Enalia's mother. "Princess, it is good to see you again. Please allow me to express my sympathies over this ordeal. However, while I am not currently able to support you in these proceedings officially due to the rumors of your plans for the family, I am unable to support your mother in any capacity. If there is anything you need, please... Do not hesitate to ask."

Enalia nodded solemnly. "Baroness first class Merinda von Stolina. You've been with my family longer than anyone else, I think. I thank you for your honesty and service to the Artan family."

Standing by the Captain's side, Dox stood awkwardly, not really knowing what to say or do in the situation. As a matter of technicality, she too was a Baroness here with a vote and a say in the proceedings, but suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed by the pomp and circumstance of the moment... and more than a little out of place.

Still, as she visually scanned the assemblage, wary of potential threats, she couldn't help but take in the room itself. It was an ostentatious display of wealth and the former smuggler couldn't help but question internally where it all came from. Still, she knew she couldn't just stand there quietly the whole time, so she nodded towards the one other Baroness she had already met and spoke, "Baroness Sarika. It's good to see you again."

"Mnhei'sahe! It's so good to see you again too!" the silver haired pirate exclaimed as she pulled the Romulan woman into a hug. "Relax, you're family too. Come on, I'll introduce everyone so..."

"Sarika..." Merinda's scolding tone was both grandmotherly, yet firm as she said the other Baroness's name, causing the younger woman to clam up. "Please let them relax. They have been under a considerable amount of stress. Also, as I am the senior Baroness, it's only right that I introduce everyone."

"Yes, ma'am," Sarika replied as she continued her hug with Dox.

Turning back to Enalia, the formal woman bowed again. "If I may, Princess." With a nod from Enalia, she began.

Motioning towards a long, curly, black haired and busty woman that looked like she worked out every day and might be able to give Jablonski a run for her money. The woman's clothing was scanty at best, being the classic black buster, frilled dress, fingerless gloves, tri-point hat and gaudy jewelry that most pirates from legend were known for. "First, I present to you Baroness first class Bloody Batra."

Her haughty demeanor cracked long enough for her to bow to Enalia again. "I'm only here to see if you can prove the rumors that the Bitch Queen is sleeping with the Syndicate. If they are, we lose our Federation protections and I can't hunt the bastards anymore."

"As eloquent as ever..." Merida then motioned towards a woman that was somehow wearing even less. The pink haired human pirate was wearing a red bikini with a black miniskirt, black boots, and a black long sleeve jacket that was missing the 'jacket' part, yet somehow still had the shoulder boards and tassels. Everything also somehow had lace and frill on it for some reason. "Next, I present to you Baroness fourth class Frederica von Grelica."

The pink haired woman also bowed, but deeper. "As I once served your sister loyally, I now devote myself to you and yours. You have my full support in this no matter what."

Merida had no words on that, instead keeping her comments about the woman's life debt to herself. Instead she motioned to the next woman to be presented - a blond haired woman wearing a white and gold version of the standard Baroness uniform. She had a bust to match Commander Paris' though. "Next, I present to you Baroness fourth class... Ahem..." Taking the glass of alcohol from the next Baroness, she set it aside for now. "Baroness fourth class Snodarss."

"Prinshess!" the drunken woman exclaimed. "You have my shupport. No one should have to put up with... Yeah! For the free market!"

The first class Baroness motioned to Sarika to guide the woman back to her seat and she got on with the proceedings, motioning towards the next woman, a half Caitian, half Trill with four extra cybernetic arms. She wore a plain military uniform that was cut to go around the arms coming off of the extra arms on her torso. "Next, I present to you Baroness third class Marelith, the Artan family Enforcer."

The eight limbed woman bowed slightly, articulating strangely with her extra limbs. "Princess Telvan, it is an honor seeing you once more. Commander Paris, Lieutenant Dox, Yeoman Dedjoy... It is a pleasure to meet all of you."

"Likewise..." Paris agreed, taking in the sight of the six-armed cyberpirate with keen interest. She'd never seen anything like it, after all, and the woman moves with a steady, flowing grace that was visually arresting.

Finally, Merinda cracked a hint of a smile as she began to introduce the last of the people there. "It is with great honor that I present to you Baroness fourth class Mirana, former attendant to your father."

As an older Caitian with an eye patch covering an obvious scar and a very stereotypical peg leg hobbled up leaning on a cane, patches of fur turning a bit grey, both they and Enalia smiled. "You still look as beautiful as the day you left home, Enalia. Come here and give me a hug."

"It's good to see you too, you old cat," Enalia replied, giving Mirana a tender embrace. "It's been far too long."

Taking in the introductions, Dox was glad that Baroness Merinda turned the attention off of her for the moment, though she still had Sarika's arm wrapped tight around her in a friendly side hug. But it enabled the anxious, somewhat anti-social Romulan officer to collect her thoughts and observe.

"So! Hi there! Rita Paris, I'm new?" the anachronistically uniformed Starfleet siren spoke up. "So, I was thinking since we're all in this together how about somebody spell it out for the slow kid, please. Why are we all here? Not as a group, but each of us individually. I'm here because she saved me and I agreed to come. Aaaaaaand Starfleet business. Which I can spell out for you as I see it so Starfleet is offering transparency in good faith."

Pausing to eye the mistress and commander of the USS Hera, Paris muttered. "Too soon?"

Enalia chuckled softly as she patted Rita on the shoulder. "Not in the slightest. Now that introductions are out of the way, we should set our motivations on the proverbial table and clear the air so we all know where we stand. My position is laid out in the Tribunal Declaration, but with it, I'd like to move the family towards being more privateers and less pirates and try to get rid a few of the old matriarchal rules we still live by. Merinda, if you would be so kind?"

Merinda nodded and crossed her arms as she contemplated the request. "We all have various enterprises and ventures that are threatened by the former head of the family's current actions. For instance, Snodarss may lose her Federation alcohol inspection seals if things keep going the way they are and if that happens, her entire business will collapse. Marelith is interested in finding proof of any of the rumors that have been circulating about her. Batra just wants to hunt the wicked and make them pay..."

"Those Syndicate slavers especially," Batra interjected, shaking a fist for emphasis. "I've sworn to slaughter every last one of those sons of motherless hamsters and free every slave I can."

"Indeed," The older Trill woman then leaned in a bit closer to the group of Starfleet women. "And then you have those that are a bit more... Fanatically loyal... Frederica was rescued by the princess's sister and she declared her life debt is now Enalia's if she'll have it. Mirana... She'd follow the princess into the depths of hades and back if asked. Sarika... I believe feels she owes the princess her life as well." Straightening back up, she finished her explanation. "As for me, I am loyal to the family and will do whatever is needed to ensure the continued diplomatic relations between the family and the Federation while maintaining the best interests of the family."

"Not far off of what I expected then." The spotted captain considered the Baroness's words carefully. "Rita, could you explain Starfleet's position? I would do it myself, but being who I am it might be seen as a conflict of interest at this point in time. Also, Lieutenant Dox, you need to come up with why you're here, it seems."

At her Captain's words, Dox knew she couldn't just stand silently anymore. Talking a breath, she nodded slightly as she spoke. “I can answer that. I'm here to protect and defend my Captain. Her personal freedoms, the future she wants for herself and this family and her own bodily autonomy in the face of an assault on all three.”

“I am here to serve her both as a Baroness in the Tribunal through my vote and, if necessary, with arms… and as a Starfleet officer to serve those freedoms and protect them the right way. I'm here because it was through my Captain and my Friend, Enalia Telvan and the family that I found aboard the ship that is now my home that I was able to discover and become who I am.” The young Romulan woman was slightly emotional as she spoke.

“When I joined her crew, I didn't even know my true name. But with the aid of Captain Telvan and Commander Paris, who I have chosen as a sister, that I rediscovered and reconnected with my own past, my family and my identity. I owe these two women my loyalty and my life and I will always stand with them.” Then, Dox smirked lightly.

“Plus, as a smuggler, my mother and I ferried a great many former slaves from the grip of the Orion Syndicate, and I would very much like to see them and those that stand with them face justice.” Finishing her piece, she turned to Rita to give her Commander the floor.

"Miss Dox, you do the command proud," Paris beamed a smile before turning to address the collected baronesses. "As for Starfleet's interest, it begins with assault."

"The Baroness von Alcott was assaulted on the holodeck which, as laughable as that may sound, crippling malware was introduced into her cyberware and a death trap was crafted for her. Ideally these things tend to be held til trials one would imagine, but when you gloat, don't be surprised if someone's recording." With that, Paris held up the ever-present PaDD in her hand to play back the audio file. Arenara Artan's voice rang out, clear and highly recognizable.

"Congratulations on getting through this, my daughter's little piggy. Just because you survived this little trap though, don't expect to survive the Tribunal. I have other ways of dealing with you..."

Giving a moment for that to settle in, Paris continued. "We scrubbed her cyberware and Baroness von Alcott is fine, although she is still en route to this particular party, we expect her soon enough. Now, trying to kill the Captain's adjutant... well, attempted murder is what we technically call it in Federation terms, would be a prosecutable offense, and tying all of that evidence to the matriarch could be quite challenging."

"Which was why we were surprised when one of our officers was killed as they got in the way of an assassin droid sent to eliminate your fellow Baroness, Miss Dox." Paris turned the stage over to Dox to illuminate the next point, given her proximity to the situation. "Lieutenant?"

"Aye, Commander." Dox took over as instructed. "When Captain Telvan named me a Baroness in the Family, I was bequeathed a ship. Delivered to me by Captain Magnus and Baroness von Alcott, there were several crates on board. Crates containing welcoming gifts. Most given by many of you to welcome me and remind me of our shared past. But one was not. In one of the crates was a Scorpinox 7 assassin droid hidden as a pendant... passed off as a family heirloom."

The young pilot was now visibly angry as her raspy voice sunk slightly. "This droid was activated and attempted to kill me. In it's attempt, it murdered an Officer under my command who's sold offense was being in it's way. And after it killed him it tried to kill me by hitting me with a shuttle and nearly destroying one of our flight decks."

"A full investigation is underway that will link this to Arenara Artan. The technology can be traced to the Orion Syndicate. And a Starfleet officer is dead. Murdered on a Starfleet vessel. All to silence my voice and my influence in these proceedings. But I will not be silent, ladies. And this will not go unpunished. Justice will be served here." The formerly quiet young woman had found her voice in the room.

As the Starfleet women spoke, several of them were close to the bar getting drinks from the holographic maids - an assortment of Rigelian, Saurian, Andirian, and Romulan drinks. Marelith had obtained an entire twenty second century bottle of Saurian brandy and was filling her own glass with it as she spoke. "Your reasons for being here resonate well with most of us, I think. After all, three of our number were slaves for a time and two under the yoke of the Syndicate. The rest of us have lost so many to them... Well, we're all family here."

"Also, if but one of these charges can be traced back to a member of the family..." Merinda began, letting the import of those repercussions sink in with the others.

"Hey, craaaaazy rude I'm sure, but does somebody maybe have a tricorder handy to scan that brandy Baroness Marelith is dishing? Just something a little birdie mentioned to me along the way about Saurian brandy," Paris had no qualms about playing the fool or the silly girl, if it got the job done.

Yeoman Dedjoy raised one hand. "My taste receptors can analyze the chemical composition of it." She stepped over to the Baroness to offer her services. "If I may?"

"If you wanted a glass..." The serious look on the Starfleet officers' faces convinced Marelith that it was worth more than a quick joke so she handed over her glass and the bottle.

Ila then sipped at the brandy, swishing it in her mouth before spitting it back into the glass. "It is of excellent age and vintage... Unfortunate that it contains a lethal distillation of nepeta. Any Caitian that drank this would be dead within three minutes. Most Trill within thirty minutes. Humans and Romulans would be violently ill. I estimate that Baroness Schwein von Alcott may be the only one that may reliably drink this."

After a second to process what she'd heard, Marelith stepped back from the lethal bottle. Merinda was the first to bark out orders though, one arm thrown out towards the holographic maids. "Stop serving drinks immediately! Inform my second that his presence is needed here. Have him bring an investigation team for attempted murder. I will have the origins of that bottle traced. Also, scan all the rest of the drinks."

"Excellent plan," Paris remarked, then took the floor once more. "So, ladies, you now have some idea of what life has been like on the USS Hera for a while, and what your Princess has been going through... aside from the whole 'give up your genetic material so I can have another successor in the bloodline to raise as my own' demand. We have lots of leads, and I'll be frank- we still have no direct evidence. But foul deeds are afoot, and Starfleet is here to see the investigation through."

"Because if any of it ties back to the family, we would like to be certain that before any long-standing compacts are disrupted, that the specific guilty parties are found. That's my stake in this, and that's my motivation... to bring this discussion back round to where we started." With that, Paris offered a respectful nod, and sat down in one of the elegantly carved chairs. Her part in the overture was done... but there was still an entire opera yet to be sung.

"How did you know?" Baroness Marelith stepped in to loom over the archaically-outfitted Starfleet siren. "Assuming that the analysis bears out your claim, how did you know? How do we know you didn't poison the wine yourself, just to drive home your point?"

"Fair question, but I doubt you're going to care for the answer," Paris replied calmly. "Our time-traveling niece from the future offered a few cryptic warnings, some spoilers, if you will, before going back to the future. This was one-" Paris tabbed up a brief clip of Kodria offering, "Two, the Saurian Brandy is poisoned. Also-"

Eyeing the six-armed cyber pirate's expression of disbelief, Paris spread her hands and shrugged broadly. "What? I was born 163 years ago in an alternate universe! This sort of thing happens every Tuesday for me. It doesn't make the information any less valid."

Allowing only the slightest of smiles at Rita's answer to crack her lips, Dox stepped forward. "All of you assembled here today do what you do in a universe of impossible wonders. Often time, OUR job on the Hera takes us beyond the boundaries of impossible. That's our job. We confront the impossible and we defeat the impossible. And sometimes, the impossible comes to visit with a warning."

Pausing for the briefest of moments to all her words to sink in, Dox continued. "This is exactly how far-reaching that the decisions made in this room today will extend, Baronesses. A young woman who will one day be family to myself, Captain Telvan, Commander Paris, and many of you came back... willing to risk temporal paradox that could undo themselves in their own time to enable a just ending to this tribunal. She is yet another reason that we are here. I will not allow her risk to be for nothing. None of us will."

Her tone was deadly serious and her eyes never wavered as she spoke to the assemblage. It was impossible- but it was also the truth, and the Baronesses could see that clearly in the face of Mnhei'sahe Dox.

Frederica shrugged it off and pulled out a tricorder, scanning a few of the bottles that were handy. "Her sister, Regina was the same way. Always making impossible dreams come true. At least, she made mine a reality." A smile graced the scantily clad, pink haired woman's face as she continued scanning the booze bottles. "This one has toxic levels of germanium in it for Trill," she added, holding up another bottle of Saurian brandy before setting it aside.

Merinda looked the bottle over for any identifying markers on it and found the inspection seal from one of Snodarss' distillery's, handing it off to the drunken Baroness, who pulled out a datapad and scanned the barcode. Upon seeing the results, she sobered up fast. "Delivered to the fortress directly via gate seventeen, which is reserved for the Queen Regent's deliveries. This shouldn't have even made its way into our bar." She then scanned the first bottle that was found to be poisoned, her expression turning even more grim. "This is from the same shipment."

Merinda placed her right hand over her heart and bowed once more to the Starfleet women. "If it had not been for that warning, several of us had likely died at this meeting and the Queen would have undoubtedly pinned the blame on you. Whatever your source, I trust it wholly. I believe I speak for all assembled when I offer our gratitude."

Bloody Batra punched one fist into her other hand. "Just let me know when we get to go hunting traitors and I'll make sure they're all pun..." Glancing around at the mix of justice inclined Baronesses and Starfleet officers, she calmed down a little. "Uh... Brought to justice and safely behind bars."

At that, Paris none-too-subtly nudged Lieutenant Dox, prompting her to speak. As the young Romulan woman’s eyes sought out those of the human woman, Paris merely nodded, offering an unspoken message of confidence in her. You can do this- you are one of them. You go and show 'em!

Clearing her throat just a hair, Dox glanced over to Captain Telvan who had her telltale smirk well in place letting the young Romulan Baroness know it was okay. "Thank you, Baroness Merinda. And I believe I speak for us when I say that your gratitude... and your trust... is greatly appreciated."

Then Dox allowed her own slightly skewed smirk out as she nodded to Batra. "And thank you for your willingness to help us see this through in a way that allows us to bring justice to these proceedings we can bring real freedom to this family. It makes me very proud to be a part of this family, and as you honor us I only hope to return it through my actions in these proceedings as one of your number."

"The Captain has a plan. A way to make this family into the very best version of itself, and I am glad you all are willing to help us see this through." Dox nodded slightly and stepped back as she deferred to the Captain. As she did, she turned to Rita and gave her friend an awkward grin as she silently mouthed, I have no idea where this is all coming from.

Captain Telvan, whom had been silent for almost this entire meeting, finally spoke up, Prompting the attentions of every one of those assembled. "Thank you all for your support. I have loved this family since I was old enough to remember and I swear to you, I will make it the very embodiment of Freedom that my great grandmother saw it as all those years ago. Right now, that means deposing my mother and freeing this area of space of her, but once that threat has passed, I will make sure the right people are in the right places to make sure we all go forward in the right way."

With that, Enalia placed her right hand over her heart and bowed before the assembled Baronesses, who scrambled to do the same, matching or beating the depth of her bow and not rising until she did so. Merinda was the first to speak. As usual, you humble us with your words, Princess. We look forward to the day you take your rightful place as Queen and head of the family."

"Well, I already have a spouse, so I've met one of the two requirements to do so." Enalia almost seemed to waver, but held it together. "The other is to defeat my mother in a duel and I fear she may press that in this tribunal."

"I agree. Even if we find all the evidence we need and present it at the tribunal, I fear she will not submit herself and will flee, forcing us to pursue her. If that is the case..." Merinda paused for seemingly dramatic effect. "We as the gathered Baronesses will be unable to assist you in her defeat. Only you will be able to do that."

Marelith swatted the stiff Trill playfully. "Don't depress the Princess like that... We can't help her go after her mother, but we can at least go after her assets. Keep her allies at bay so she won't have any reinforcements. Justice must be done, after all."

Enalia grinned that special grin of hers knowing that while she'd have to face her mother alone, she and her crew weren't in this on their own. "Thank you. All of you."

“So for those of us not steeped in generations of piratical lore, aside from cataloguing yet more circumstantial evidence, where do we go from here? This is my first Tribunal, after all,” Paris asked, once again being the one willing to ask a dumb question.

Merinda finally grinned and showed some emotion. "I think that save for myself, who knew Queen Enalia Artan three hosts ago, no one else here has been through a Tribunal. Gather all the evidence you are able and whatever aid you require, our crews will assist you. The programming for the maids is locked out by the head family, however I believe the Princess should be able to retrieve any logs or data from them?"

The spotted pirate princess turned Starfleet Captain nodded, that lopsided grin of hers widening. "Consider that done. I had Maru sweep through the entire fortress before we arrived and we should have a database of anything suspicious waiting for us, including any activities my mother has taken. With that and the information here, our current investigation teams should have more clues to follow up on."

"Then all that is left is to finish collecting all the evidence to present at the final Tribunal Hearing in five days," Merinda proclaimed. "And watch all of our backs as we do so because our enemy is not as honorable as we are."

"And then we can hunt down some bloody traitors and keel hau... Uh... Turn them over to the proper authorities." Bloody Batra had a reputation for being firm but kind to her allies but a deadly enemy, but she was doing her best with Starfleet uniforms in the room.

"Yeah! We'll show those bitches!" Sarika declared, giving Dox another tight hug. "Wooo!"

Smiling in spite of herself, Dox couldn't help but like the silver haired Baroness and her boundless excitement.

Enalia cheered as well, hinting at the quote on the Artan crest. "We will find our dreams of Freedom, be they among the stars or among our friends!"