The six Commanders face one another, each bearing the responsibilities of their given houses thoughts on a critical matter that had come to their attention. "Adopted son or not," Commander Kail of house Durose announced with a tone of concern. "He is not Klingon." "We consider this a matter of Imperial security, regardless of what the council has suggested." Another interjected. "But this is all pointless." A Third interjected. "Though a grave matter, there is no knowledge of his whereabouts or those of the vessels. Other than the fact that they are hidden somewhere within Federation space." "Treaty prevents us from venturing there." "Us directly." Kail grinned. "There is someone who would though. Someone with no regard to honor, but pure revenge instead." "To be in association with one such as that though." Another bellowed angrily. "Not associated." Kail shook his head. "No. But someone on the outside could intervene. Arrange things while we remain neutral of the matter." "And then both vessels could either be returned, or confirmed destroyed." "And this security matter would be put to rest,." Kail nodded slowly. "And where would we find such a man?" Another glanced about the table curiously. "I already know where he is, and his crew." Kail smiled as all eyes turned to face him questioningly. "Rura Penthe."