"We've got a coupla species that don't think much of the Federation, Starfleet, or Humanity but for the most part they stay on their side of the Neutral Zone, we stay on ours." Usually. There was the odd skirmish or misunderstanding. So far the worst shit that's happened in the past five years came from something they couldn't possibly defend from-

And their own goddamn kind.

Leonard finished lining the tins with the pastry and laid in the apples, starting the lattice for the top. It was simple, habitual work. Something that settled him when he thought back to the Vengeance. The Narada. Marcus and Khan and Nero.

"Vulcans tend t'find us curious with how we let our emotions and instincts influence our choices, but they're a long lived logic based society. Still. Even with an understand'n on the cultural differences be'n told we're less just cuz we ain't them is a pain in the ass." Then Casey dropped his little bomb and.

Shit.

"...the fuck kind of mutagen makes humans outta monkeys?"