In the midst of the the destruction of the attack ship, Counselor Kat A'Troi, paused in her meditative replenishing harmoniser arpeggio, a slight shift in the fabric of protection caught her attention. Ah, she thoughtmore souls to crossover...may they find their true spirit forms in the great Void of Silence; they will crave it ov'rmuch after the Barbershop annihilation.

Settling into a Buddha posture once more, she floated gently above the altar in her office, closed all but her Third Eye, and began weaving the golden, purple, violet, green, and orange, blue, and pink Threads of Light emanating from her fingers, spinning a matrix of Harmony in the Air, as a counterpoint to the negative vibrations of demise. The spiritual and emotional wellbeing of the crew depended on it, along with their Vile Black Stuff, sonus-sessions, and other romping pleasures.

A'Troi let out a deep sigh, almost a purr of content-ment, and let herself meld with the Consiousness of One...