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"I'll have Ensign Campbell assist you," she had said.

"She's the transporter officer!" the Doctor had complained.

"She's got two good ears, she can learn," Janeway had replied.

Now she tapped her combadge. "Ensign Campbell, report to sickbay. You'll be hi charge of welcoming our visitors." She turned to Telek. "They need you down in Engineering, Dr. R'Mor."

He nodded and hurried into the turbolift.

Ensign Lyssa Campbell did not want to be the only one in sickbay when a pair of severely injured Romulans materialized. Like everyone else on the ship, she had of course undergone the rudimentary emergency field medical training required of all cadets at the Academy. And sure, she'd helped the Doctor out once or twice before.

Key word: "helped."

As the doors hissed open and she strode into sickbay, she saw that her patients had already arrived and were lying unconscious on the beds. They both looked bad. The male had burns on his hands and face and what looked to be a deep wound in the abdomen. The female-God, she looked fragile-was bleeding copiously from a large cut on her ridged forehead. Green blood. Lyssa had never seen that.

"Okay," she told herself, needing to hear a voice, even her own. "Okay, this guy looks the worst. Medical tricorder, medical tricorder-here it is."

She found it and began analyzing the patient.

And then she crumpled to the floor.

Swaying slightly, Jekri Kaleh surveyed the body of the blond young human female. Knowledge of the Vulcan nerve pinch was proving to be very useful.

She spared a moment for Verrak, critically surveying his wound. The burns could be treated with a dermal regenerator. The wound in his abdomen looked bad at first, but a quick examination revealed that the cut, although bloody, was shallow and did not affect any vital organs. The blood was already slowing; he would not lose much more. He would survive.

She had to move quickly. How to find her quarry? Her gaze fell on the limp form of the ensign. On her left breast was what Jekri recognized as a communication device. Romulans had voice-activated computer systems. Did the Federation?

Jekri again knelt and tentatively touched the badge. "Computer," she said cautiously.

"Awaiting request," came a cool, crisp female voice.

Jekri smiled. "Locate Telek R'Mor."

'Telek R'Mor is in the turbolift."

"What is his destination?"

"Engineering."

"On which deck is sickbay located?"

"Deck five."

"Which level is Main Engineering?"

"Main Engineering is located on deck eleven."

Jekri sprinted out the door.

* * *

Jekri's heart was racing from the exertion, but she forced her breathing to slow as she flattened herself against a bulkhead. The turbolift door hissed open, and Telek R'Mor emerged.

She sprang quickly, pinning one arm painfully behind his back and locking the other one around his throat.

"You are coming with me, Dr. R'Mor. I confess it would be easier if you were conscious, but I can carry you if I have to. Do you understand?"

He nodded as best he could. She released him, but remained tense. He outweighed her, and she was injured from the recent battle and weakened by her time in prison, but she knew she could take him down if he fled or fought.

R'Mor gazed into her eyes, and saw her confidence. Recognized it. "They probably already know you are not in sickbay," he said.

"Then we must make haste. Let's go."

She had ascertained the quickest way to get to the nearest transporter room. Placing one hand on Telek's back, within easy reach of his shoulder and neck area, she walked him back into the turbolift.

"We are on the same side, Kaleh," he said. "We both wish to save our people."

"You are the key, R'Mor. If I bring you back with me, the Empress will listen."

"She already listens to the chairman of the Tal Shiar."

"I am no such person." She glanced up at bun. "You can see."

He nodded,