She widened her attention and raised her voice to address the group. “This is a distressing time for us all, but that’s why it’s important to keep calm and not lose focus. Let’s just get back to our offices, regroup, reflect, and talk about what comes next. You’re all welcome to join us.”

As the activists filed into their tram, Targeemos hesitated and turned to Vekal. “Does that include us?”

“The word ‘all’ is unambiguous in English.”

She glared. “I mean, should it include us?”

“Our classes are done for the day. And given the sentiments Rogo expressed, it might be of value to have Starfleet representatives included in the group to provide balance.”

“We’re a few years from being full-fledged Starfleet. If we don’t get kicked out just for being here.”

“Then that should make it easier for those with Rogo’s sensibilities to accept us.”

The young Arcturian still looked unsure of herself. “I don’t even know how I feel about Rakatheema. I mean, I never wanted him to be murdered… but without him pushing for it, maybe we don’t have to worry about the Warborn being misused anymore.”

Vekal’s expression hardened. “As long as the Warborn are present, the temptation for their misuse exists—both among their superiors and among the Warborn themselves.” He stepped toward the tram. “Which is why this group’s efforts are still needed, and why I am accompanying them. Are you coming?”

After a few more moments’ hesitation, Targeemos rushed inside the tram just before the doors closed.

Presidio Heights, San Francisco

Hikaru Sulu hoped that solving Commander Rakatheema’s murder would be easier than persuading Captain sh’Deslar to accept his help.

He had welcomed Admiral Kirk’s decision to assign him to assist in the murder investigation. Not only was he concerned at what Rakatheema’s death might mean for the Warborn cadets he had championed, but he was intrigued by the opportunity to explore the role of a detective, a persona he had only infrequently had occasion to adopt in the course of his career. But sh’Deslar had been reluctant to grant him the opportunity, even under orders from Admiral Cartwright.

“I know you,” she’d told him when he’d reported for duty the day before. “Part of Admiral Kirk’s special clique. He thinks he can use his influence to get me to drop the case against Doctor McCoy’s girlfriend.”

Sulu had put on his most charming, self-effacing manner. “Honestly, I’ve barely even met Doctor Janith-Lau. I’m more concerned about the Warborn cadets.”

The captain had looked at him skeptically, adopting an interrogatory tone. “How so?”