“It’s beautiful.” A tall, grey-haired human in an odd uniform seemed to be standing behind her. “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Vic Fontaine.” Selar started to get up, but Vic held up his hand. For some reason he seemed to have a reassuring effect. Choosing his words carefully, he continued. “You know, you got a lot of people looking for you. Why is that kid so special?” “He was a—friend,” Selar said cautiously. “He was killed while we were fighting the Alliance.” Fontaine had to admit he found her story compelling. “And you were a slave on the Enterprise?” he asked. Selar nodded.