Left behind

Gould sat taking in the on-going debate with only a passing interest. He watched as the Cardassian claimed an odd kind of moral superiority in taking on the task of killing his friend, realizing like most there that it would exclude him from the choice more than anything else.

Even after being dressed down by Niomo his steadfast arrogance persisted, It was amazing to watch.

Several times he made to put in a suggestion, wanting to contribute to the conversation, but it seemed pointless.

He didn't know enough to contribute anything, the Azimuth Horizon was only newly discovered by him and only as an obstacle on his first mission.

The children he'd only just now learned about, and it seemed he would have nothing to do with them anyway.

Only luck would bring him into contact with the Romulan's, if you could call that luck. But at least he knew how to deal with them, but the Klingon's? what the hell was going to do with them? they hated Vulcan's.. they despised Romulans.. and they were at war with the Federation! negotiation's would be.. difficult. Without realizing it he slumped a bit at the thought and sighed.

He looked at the Andorian and his crew, they all seemed so confident, so sure of their ability.. and wondered if he would ever have something like that again. Thoughts of the USS Dusenberg's destruction blurred into his vision but he shook them off, now wasn't the time that.

He would do his job and he would do it as best as he could, there was nothing else he could do. If it was to be his roll to play back up to the Specter so be it, they couldn't all be heroes.

But try as he might.. one thought picked at the back of mind refusing to be ignored..

What if.. they just don't trust me.. with another ship?