The Brave and the Bold Book Two
Chapter One
Tharia didn't cry when his three mates died.
It had been nine months, and not a single tear had run down his blue cheek.
He sat with two of his fellow Maquis rebels in a cave on some planet or other. Tharia wasn't even sure where they were, to be honest. He'd been too busy trying to repair one of the consoles to pay attention to wherever it was that they had crash-landed their shuttle. There had been four of them, but their pilot -- a Bolian who had replaced Tom Paris after the imbecile Earther had gotten himself caught by the Federation -- died in the crash. That left Tharia ch'Ren, Gerron Ral, and B'Elanna Torres.
"When's Chakotay supposed to get here?" Gerron asked in a whiny voice that made Tharia want to strangle him.
"He'll get here soon," B'Elanna snapped in a voice intended to intimidate. She didn't bother to look at Gerron. She was too busy keeping her eyes glued to her ancient tricorder, hoping it would tell her of Chakotay's imminent arrival with their ship, hoping it wouldn't tell her that Gul Evek or some other Cardassian had found them and was going to blast them int ... read full excerpt from: Star Trek: The Brave and the Bold Book Two ebook
