"Why Lieutenant, come out from behind that palm tree. No need to be hiding in here. The door to the vile weed's room is closed, and I assure you he's eaten this month already."

Mandy sat cross-legged on a planting table delicately dislodging a root bound violet. As the lieutenant neared, she got a vague sense of dread from the young one. She often felt these emotions from other people. Her parents had told her once that her line held many seers, she never understood it really, but it had helped her out of many a jam.

"Captain-in-Chief Barky? Then her mission was successful? That IS cause to celebrate! Here, come have some of these delightful strawberries I picked this afternoon." The lieutenant hesitantly accepted.

"The bird? Why yes, it was a gift. Many generations ago, while humans were still bound to their puny little planet, C.C. Barky's family and mine shared common ancestry. In fact, many aboard the Enterprise now have ancestors that came together in one common event. A wild and trecherous steamboat race took place on an Earth river. Many lives were lost, and those that survived, well, they changed the course of history forever."

The lieutenant climbed, in a trance, onto the planting table and sat across from Mandy.
"Oh yes, our daring C.C. came from a line of humans named Montesquieu. Barky's namesake was a headstrong and defiant woman who not only helped to save the passengers aboard the Albert Hansell, but her kind heart also rescued a poor bird that had been hurt in the battle. My ancestor, once the battle was won, allowed her familiar to go free. The bird flew away, and in glancing over it's shoulder in a final goodbye, flew straight into the smokestack of the Albert Hansell. The replica of this tiny raptor was my gift to Barky. If you look at it closely, you will notice it to be nothing more than peach pits and kudzu, but it is a reminder to our C.C. that she must keep bravery in her heart, with kindness as well. It is her destiny to do so."