Disclaimer: Joss, Fox, Universal Own em’. I’m just playing. No money being made. The situations come from my own twisted mind as do my original characters.

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AN: Sorry about the delay. I hit a wall with this story line over two months ago. It took some other writing to let me figure out what to do with this adventure. Hopefully it won't be as long between chapters this time.

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Quest-Chapter Five

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The testing had been easy. Two more FTL jumps out of the way, certifying the weapons systems, the sensors...

Quest was ready.

Unfortunately the Alliance Fleet Command didn't see it that way. No way in hell were they going to let a twenty-four year old girl command the ship that would possibly reconnect humanity with it's ancestral home.

“What are we going to do, Dad?” Sara asked as she and her father walked stiffly down the long corridor leading from the Fleet Admiral's office.

“I'm thinking on it Sara,” Allan replied.

The meeting hadn't gone well. Allan was frustrated and angry. The admirals in charge had wanted to slap a top secret on the FTL drive and even seize the ship. Allan had shot to his feet, screamed a few obscenities at the morons and then calmly explained that if they tried, he and his daughter would gleefully overload the fusion reactor and destroy the ship and all records of its design and construction.

One admiral threatened Allan and Sara with treason charges. Allan had laughed at him. Allan was secure in the fact that he and his family were nearly untouchable to prosecution for treason because the government couldn't stand the scandal.

The Admiralty had backed off slightly. Allowing further testing but not giving permission for the ship to leave the system. It was a hollow promise. Quest could disappear from the 'Verse and no one could stop them. Still, Allan still wanted to maintain at least the semblance of cooperation.

God, he hated politics.

Walking out the door of fleet headquarters, Allan made a beeline for his ship, Sara at his heels. Only s