The next few days were the strangest. We were stuck in jump space and the other pilots were trying to get me out of my quarters. Literally I was staring at the walls, her picture hanging on one, along with out wedding pictures and the squad. For the first time in days I stroll to the bar. I tell the bartender to give me scotch and to leave the bottle. Drinking glass after glass I leave with the bottle and had to the flight deck. Not knowing why I notice the flight deck is still covered with skid marks and I smile slightly. Heading downstairs I walk all the way to the end of the ship. They moved my fighter, but that was it.

  Slowly Knight steps up behind me, "How we feeling today Bill?"
  Looking back at him, "Same way I felt after we jumped. Its not going to go away is it?"
  "No it isn't. But it wasn't your fault either." He replied.
  "It is my fault. I should have never left her like that. I abandoned the wingman's oath... and I abandoned my wife. I'll never forgive myself for that." I told him.
  "Its still not your fault, and you did miss the funeral services." He said.
  "That is really something I wanted to hear." I told him sarcastically.
  Finally the ship jumped out of jump space. "Colonel Blair to the bridge."
  "Guess I'm needed. Look seriously I'll catch you later." I told Knight.

  With that call I head to the bridge. "Captain what is up?"
  "It seems we've come out of space in Sol System right near Jupiter. But it's... different. We don't know where we are, but it seems there is a ship coming to investigate." He told me.
  "We have to get out of here. We don't know how they will react and we don't need a battle with an unknown force. Head to the asteroids we'll hide out in there and establish a base of operations." I requested.

  He gave the order and we ran into the asteroid field right into the middle. The ship barely saw us, but we caught a glimpse of it. Readings are unknown. It had a saucer attached with a neck to a rounded hull with 2 nacelles coming out of it. Insignia was U.S.S Farragut. No matter what we decide that we will not expose ourselves.

  During the next 6 months we hollow out asteroids and setup a base of operations. Interconnecting others we got something going. Various missions are sent out and we garner supplies, weapons, and information. Taking the weapons we outfit the ships and deposit weapon batteries onto other asteroids to serve as a battle grid. The information we have gathered has showed that we aren't home, but that the Federation is not against us. We live in isolation for the time being, but still not being able to shake these feelings I got about Jen...

  I look around the base one last time. I see the huge doors leading outside. How we managed to fit out little fleet inside I am amazed. Slowly though I walk over to my fighter and painted the name Viper on the Centurion. My lost love and Rapier on the Galaxy ship we had. The one we took many trips on alone for vacations. Good-byes are said and I tell them work on a way to get home. If you do, find me. Research whatever you have to. Do whatever it takes. With that last look I leave. I had decided to join Starfleet.