by Michael Bard "...boldly go where no man has gone before!" Just as the ancient whiney music began, a call sang through the wraithbone and the ship's spirit automatically halted the 40,000 year old Mon Keigh recording. "Systems report an unscheduled spatial displacement." "Focus all scans towards that point, order all ships to move towards the Shroud. I'll be there momentarily." "Acknowledged." "Report." "Long range scans confirm Mon Keigh vessels in our patrol area. Mass displacements suggest three cruiser class vessels and five or six escorts. They've challenged us." "Play translation."