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Title: The Final Frontier
See Chapter 1 for the shiny disclaimerChapter 4: Epilogue
The defense had valiantly argued that his client was mentally unstable due to traumatic events in his childhood, but the jury was unmoved. Seymour's peers had found him guilty on all four counts of first-degree murder, and he had been sentenced to four consecutive life sentences with no chance of parole.
"I'm glad that's over," Sara said with a sigh. Nearly a month had passed since that day at the convention and Sara had all but recovered, though she still moved carefully and favored her side a bit. Grissom stood and offered her a hand up.
"It's such a waste," Grissom agreed as he helped her to her feet. "Four lives gone, and for what? Revenge?"
"I think the Klingons may have had it right after all," she said. "bortaS blr jablu'Dl'reH QaQqu'nay'." Meeting his eyes, she translated. "Revenge is a dish which is best served cold."
And for any who were wondering, Fek'lhr is the beast that guards the dwelling place of the dishonored dead.