Harb was somewhat older than the usual Enterprise crewman, who tended toward early- or mid-postadoles-cence.

Enterprise crewmen on all sides turned to one another in pain, feeling the Others' anguish.

"Prefect, I am perfectly satisfied that this Enterprise crewman is guilty!"

In another moment, the four Enterprise crewmen were only two.

He glanced at the weapons in the Enterprise crewmen's hands.

The two young Enterprise crewmen fell obediently silent, not even whispering to each other in the doorway.

He gestured with his weapon at the sea of Enterprise crewmen.

The other soon-to-be colonists, including both nephews and his old Enterprise crewmen, stared.

There were screams as a number of Enterprise crewmen were blown backwards while others scrambled for cover.

It was that gaze that he now turned on the Enterprise crewmen.