Further thinking.

Rogers nodded perceptibly at the Andorian Captain’s whispered words. The thought of traveling back to the Azimuth Horizon while it was still a mathematical point in space was not an insurmountable problem, to his thinking anyway. Whispering back, David acknowledged the Artemis’ captain’s words.

“I brought the Spectre back. The same calculations apply.”

Sitting up straighter again after the leaned whisper, David again listened tensely to Samji’s words. ‘It is a clear violation of the Temporal Prime Directive.’ Of course, those words had to be said. Temporal Investigations would be listening, so best to cover one’s nether regions. But, once the Horizon storm engulfed this galaxy, anyone’s interference; either good or bad, future or past, was improbable. They wouldn’t be around to interfere in one way or another, the galaxy would be gone. David surreptitiously glanced at Captain Summers beside him. The man had been silent so far through all of this. David wondered what was going through his mind on the subject. What were his plans regarding the Spectre and crew? Would he blindly follow Star Fleet orders as put forward by Fleet Captain Samji? Fight the anomaly until it is contained or run from the burning house? Or was that tactical mind pursuing other avenues not yet brought forth?