Thot Neeron X'Ro'Us awoke abruptly and bolted upright. A cold sweat ran over him. He shook the sleep out of his eyes and stood up. Neeron took a moment to stretch before continuing over to his replicator. He hoped some Icoberry Tea would calm him down.

Meanwhile, Neeron's companion had awoken. "You had the dream again, didn't you?" asked Desma Yarez, a Betazoid female.

Neeron took a sip of his tea and sat back down on the bed. "Yes," he replied succinctly.

"Neeron--it wouldn't be that difficult for us to go to Delta Orion Sigma--"

Neeron cut her off. "No!" He turned to face her. "It is too great of a risk--both Romu'sagan and Breen patrols will be out in full force. Besides, it is not as if the Ki'wan'sti will clarify what they are trying to tell me--it is up to me alone to figure out their meaning."

"Well I hope you figure it out soon--the crew is starting to get nervous," replied Yarez, "And I don't need to remind you that that's not a good thing when dealing with a mercenary crew, regardless of how loyal they are to you."

"It is of such unusual nature--you can't understand how pre-occupied I am by this," uttered Neeron.

"Maybe the Ki'wan'sti are worried about the future of the Breen--maybe we're supposed to go back and begin open revolution against the Dominionists."

Neeron shook his head. "No--it is more than that. These odd gray-skinned six-armed aliens are the key to understanding the dream--they are what tells me that this involves more than simple revolution."

"Hopefully the Orion Syndicate can give us some kind of lead."

"Agreed. As much as I despise working with scum of their level, for now it is necessary." Neeron laid back down on the bed. "Varus will rue the day he overthrew the Imperium."