The view screen shifted abruptly to the image of a young man. "Interesting." The Prime stared at the screen. "Explain." "The Captain of the vessel in question." She explained. "Simply referred to as Navarra of Qo'Nos. Unknown origins; the adopted son of a Klingon Admiral." "Looks like nothing more than an angry child." The Prime settled slowly into her chair. "Continue." "Trained in multiple hand to hand combat skills, flight tactics and strategy. And has assemble an odd, but competent crew under his command." "And his ship?"