Rakatheema nodded. “Starfleet has military discipline, yet is primarily peaceful in its goals. I think that might be what the Warborn need: an education that embraces that military mindset yet redirects it toward constructive ends. Starfleet Academy could be the ideal outlet for them.”

Kirk frowned. “But even if we employ every satellite campus in the Federation, the Academy can’t accommodate twenty thousand new recruits added to the existing student body.”

“I don’t ask for that many, Admiral. I propose only a pilot program—a dozen or so Warborn to start, as proof of concept. If it proves viable, we bring in more. The rest can be returned to those stasis pods that remain viable, then gradually enrolled over the years ahead.”

Rakatheema stood. “I know this is a large thing to ask, Admiral Kirk. I know there will be controversies, objections to admitting the equivalent of Augments into Starfleet. I’ve already met with such objections back home when I proposed this, as many fear that it might lead to Warborn serving in defense of the Federation instead of Arcturus.”

“Is that where you wish it to lead, Commander?”

The pale, hairless man fidgeted. “I wish merely for these people to find a home and a purpose in Starfleet. I hope that purpose remains peaceful… but there is merit to the idea that the defense of Arcturus and of the Federation are one and the same. Potentially, the Warborn could be a great benefit to both.” He held out his hands, palms forward. “Of course, I do not propose reactivating the program to create more of them. Merely to give the ones who now live a way of being useful. Of fulfilling the purpose they were born for in a way that is beneficial to everyone.

“These are innocent people, Admiral… orphans of circumstance, needing a place where they can belong and feel useful. They are not expendable, no matter why they were created.”

Kirk was quiet for several moments, absorbing it all. “You’ve given me a great deal to think about, Commander. I’m willing to consider it, but I’ll have to discuss it with Superintendent Chandra and the Academy board… probably with Starfleet Command as well. There’s a lot to sort through in this. I trust you have a more detailed written proposal…?”

“Yes, sir.” Rakatheema handed Kirk a data card. “The specifics are on there. Admiral, I greatly appreciate your open mind.”

“I’m always willing to listen, Commander. But make no mistake: this was the easy part.”

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