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Lieutenant Stev Lieutenant T'Ayia Llire Lieutenant Commander Soen Mon’Teith Alliea VanderSchnap
An undisclosed location somewhere in the Aldelphous System: Two hooded figures sat facing each other. The only illumination in the room was a flickering candle and a low powered computer screen. Data solids sat on the table between them. Indicating, with a wave of the hand, the information being displayed on the screen, the senior of the two continued the conversation. "How reliable is our intelligence?" the grizzled voice asked. "Very," the subordinate answered. "Our agents have verified periodic tight beam communications emanating from Vecca III on a direct LOS to known Federation assets.""So the Federation has been listening to the Romulans?" "That is my personal assesment of the data, yes." "Are the Romulans aware of the post?" "Indications from our source in the Senate suggest that they are suspicious." "I think it would be in our best interests to have access to the information the post’s crew possess before the Romulans act on their suspicions." "I will order it done." "Good, now what information has our operative in San Francisco given us?" The pair continued their conversation aware that they were making a large play on the galactic chessboard. Onboard the USS Phoenix shortly after Stev gave T’Aiya the letter from her sister T’Aiya entered her quarters, walked to her terminal and gently placed the data cube Stev had given her into its slot. Neila slide off her wrist and onto its pillow nearby. Gazing at the terminal for a moment, T’Aiya turned and approached the replicator, proceeding to order her favorite blend of tea. Her mind, unfocused on the tea, was literally thousands of light years away… "Look, look T’Azar! Look at what I found!" T’Aiya chattered excitedly, holding out her hand in which there was a blue stone. Her twin, T’Azar took it and looked closely. The stone looked like it was liquid inside, but it seemed solid, all the colors of water moving and swirling inside it. "Where did you get it?" the fascinated T’Azar distractedly asked. "Over by the lake." T’Aiya replied, taking the stone back from T’Azar’s hand. "HEY!" T’Azar exclaimed. "You can get your own," T’Aiya said. "There are a lot of them." Off the two ran toward the pristine lake on this beautiful garden planet where they and their parents had been stranded. Their simple, green dresses, leggings and shoes protected them from the many grasses and exotic flowers that would have kept any botanist busy for years. It was the only home the girls knew, having been born here. Their parents, running from authorities for reasons the girls did not yet understand and would never fully know, had made a life for their family on this distant, uninhabited world. T’Azar reached the lake first, she always was a bit more athletic and it was no contest, she was the faster runner. T’Aiya came up on T’Azar as she was on her knees, busily bent over the edge of the small dock their parents had built, looking for the unusual stones. The water was crystal clear and shallow enough for the girls to swim and play, which they often did. "There, there is one!" T’Azar exclaimed as she proceeded to reach over the edge of the dock to pluck the treasure from its place in the water. Now, if anyone bothered to do the research, there is little doubt that certain guides to the galaxy would confirm that, before they are molded, trained and changed by the laws, cultures, and behaviors of their kind, children everywhere are amazingly similar. It is doubtful that any child could resist the opportunity that now presented itself to T’Aiya. Surely it is an unwritten regulation of childhood, after all. Of course T’Aiya pushed T’Azar into the water! How could she not? After all, there was that bug that mysteriously manifested in her breakfast this morning. T’Azar innocently denied any knowledge of how it got there, never mind that she had a container of the crawlies as she had been collecting them as a homework assignment given to her by their mother. Homework of course being another unwritten regulation of childhood; no matter where you go or what happens, there is always homework. T’Aiya started to giggle as T’Azar stood up, soaking wet. Her giggles faded, though, when she saw that T’Azar was not at all upset. Standing in the water gazing at the stone she had collected from the lake bottom T’Azar bragged "Mine’s bigger than yours." T’Aiya’s brief disappointment at the failed prank quickly vanished as she watched the optical illusion of the stones swirling colors. T’Azar’s stone was bigger, making it more impressive. She promptly jumped into the water with her sister and they both collected a few more of the now magical stones, then ran off home, dripping wet, to give them to their mother. …The musical note of the replicator announcing that T’Aiya’s tea was ready; brought her out of her reverie. It had been years since she had allowed herself to indulge in that childhood memory; it was one of her favorites. However, it also reminded her of how she and her sister were separated only a few short months later and that memory always brought about a sadness that T’Aiya could not afford to indulge. Her eyes went once again to the data crystal. Seating herself and placing her tea on its warming pad, she activated the crystal. T’Azar’s image came up on the screen in front of her. "Fokima," the image began. It was a word in a voice T’Aiya thought she would never hear again. A voice that elicited a most soothing purr from Neila as it walked over to watch the screen with T’Aiya. "I sincerely hope this finds you well." T’Azar continued in a gentle manner, one she only ever showed to her sister. "Know that I am well and in a position of authority among the Romulans. As such, I have been able to keep up on the events of your life when the opportunity presented itself. I am aware that there is no way you could do the same, so I have risked much in the effort to get this letter to you." She paused, as if to control and conceal what she was actually feeling, but T’Aiya could read her sister’s eyes. In spite of her efforts, T’Azar’s features softened, "I am very proud of your accomplishments, T’Aiya. Regardless of distance, politics, or time, I have been and always will be proud to call you my sister. We were so young when we were separated. I just wanted you do know." T’Azar then smiled in that mischievous way she used to as a child, "Oh, and hug that bothersome puddle for me" referring to Neila. The pair had their own special way of relating to each other, which usually meant T’Azar was the brunt of one of Neila’s many pranks. Still, there was much affection between them. "Mother made the right choice bequeathing Neila to you. In my present life, I am not sure I could have protected it." Neila purred even louder when T’Azar mentioned its name rather than calling it "bothersome puddle". Neila never minded the nickname; it worked hard to earn it. Hearing T’Azar say its name and the concern in her voice for it made Neila miss her even more. "Neila, take care of my sister. T’Aiya, I hope some day we will see each other again. If this never comes to be, know that you always are and always have been in my heart. If I know you as I believe I do, I know I am in yours." "Peace and long life, Fokima." Those were T’Azar’s last words before her image froze on the screen, denoting the end of the letter. "Live long and prosper, Fokima," T’Aiya said, finishing the traditional Vulcan phrase. "Jhollan'trruh," She said in respect to her sister's Romulan life. After several moments gazing at the image of her sister, T’Aiya removed the data crystal. She rose from her chair and walked over to a special drawer in the wall. Opening the drawer she placed the data crystal next to a black velvet necklace box and smaller green velvet ring box. Retrieving and opening the necklace box, she allowed her eyes to be mystified once more by the all the colors of water that seemed to swirl inside a solid stone. The R.S.E. Nazgul Sub-commander T’Azar sat in the captain’s quarters which she had commandeered for this mission. Her attention was on the computer screen in front of her. "…the Nye Olhan’t stumbled across an encrypted communications beam originating from the Vecca system. Our cryptology section has not yet deciphered the encryption. We did however verify that it is a Federation frequency and suspect that the Federation has some kind of base located in the Vecca system. Verify the existence of the base. If this is indeed a Federation outpost make it go away," the recorded message played again.The Romulan agent sat and contemplated her orders. She was a patriot, but her eventual goal was the peaceful reunification of the Vulcans and Romulans. She never did anything that harmed her people, either of them. She did however take advantage of every opportunity to further her goal. She briefly wondered if there was any way to covertly contact her Dianvm Hru’fir. She knew that Stev was a Federation intelligence operative. If there was any harm in the suspected Fedration base, he would know. They had worked well together foiling the Tal Shiar’s attempt to arrest a suspected Federation operative on Romulus. As the Fedration agent was working towards the same goal of reunification, she now provided a measure of protection to the man she knew only as the Hobgoblin and Stev would gladly repay the debt. Deciding that there was no way that she could safely contact Stev, she stood and walked to the bridge. "Captain, engage cloak and set course for the Vecca system." The Romulan captain thumped his chest and gave the order. The USS Phoenix Deck 6 Cabin 1063 before Captain Lawrence had her briefing with the Admiral "Good morning little buddy," the lanky Vulcan greeted his small furry companion after finishing his morning meditation. "Good morning Stev," the tribble’s reply scrolled across his screen. "What’s the download from October look like today?" "There’s a message from Frankenstein." "I assume you’ve already decompiled it and it’s just waiting for the code phrase to play?" the Vulcan said with a slight smile. "Naturally," the tribble replied. "Seino th’at t’hyla n’scirzo. Shremuk b’mal ilara tich."* Phread’s computer access began playing a distorted voice, "Scarecrow, I know that you will not be able to leave the cornfield for this one. Contact the Enchantress; give her the data contained in the attached file. Also stress to her the need to follow the rules of magic." Stev raised an eyebrow. He knew that his protégé had been playing fast and loose with the idea of being a clandestine operative. Many of her previous missions she had left evidence of her involvement. Stev was getting the impression though from more recent communiqués that higher-ups in October were concerned about Alliea’s lack of concern over "not-being-there". Far too often the young woman’s left behind evidence had necessitated follow-up missions to clean up after her. Stev briefly wondered if it might be residual trauma from Alleia’s time displacement. Whatever was her problem, she got the job done and that’s all that mattered to Frankenstein. He scanned the attached data file. Frankenstein was troubled over the fact that Romulans were becoming suspicious about the Vecca III listening post. October wanted an agent to ascertain the level of the Romulan threat. Alliea happened to be the closest agent to the system. The Vulcan sat back in his chair and templed his fingers. He also knew something about the listening post. He estimated an 85.6% chance that the Phoenix would eventually be called in to clean up whatever mess Alliea discovered or caused. "Phread, alert the Enchantress’ Djinni. Send him this data file and give her the go mission signal." "Got it, Stev. Anything else?" "Yes, talk with Nellie. Give her access to file STEV-816-Gamma and have her flag it for Commander Seabrook’s immediate usage. I think he’ll have a need-to-know for this." The tribble purred with excitement, SMIDGEN’s computer was fast becoming as close a friend as T’Aiya’s symbiant. The USS Phoenix after Captain Lawrence finished her briefing with the Admiral Captain T.E. Lawrence entered the briefing room onboard her ship. Her senior staff was already seated and waiting for her. In unison they watched her as she took her seat. "OK people, Admiral Evans has handed us a hot one. We’re headed to rescue the crew of a listening post near the RNZ. The Romulans are suspicious and the Federation needs the data," the Captain began as she sat down. "Vecca III?" Commander Seabrook asked. "I won’t ask how you knew, but yes," the Captain replied. "Is this a sanctioned mission?" Commander Stryker asked. "Only if we succeed, Commander," Captain Lawrence replied. She continued to rest of her senior staff, "We need to do this covertly, quietly and quickly. Meet with your individual departments. I want suggestions in one hour people." The Kumori Tenmaku Somewhere Between the Phoenix and Vecca III Alliea stood on the sparring mat. She carefully eyed her opponent before the match began. Gauging her opponent’s relative strength, she looked into his eyes to determine if the attack would come in kicks or punches. Alliea peered deeply into the eyes of the man on the other side of the mat. Suddenly the scene shifted. She was no longer facing a generic opponent but rather her sah bum nim. His eyes became the void of space and Alliea found herself hurtling through the depths, her destination unknown… The alarm pulled Alliea from her slumber. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she made her way to the bridge. She was checking the ship’s status when Steve, her orange tabby cat climbed up onto her lap. Happy to see his mistress awake he let loose a satisfied purr and assaulted her face with a good rubbing. "Stev sent you a message," the cat’s words rolled across the monitor Alliea was currently studying. "It couldn’t wait until I’ve had my coffee and finished checking ship status?" the young woman asked as she scratched behind the cat’s ears. "Phread labeled it urgent." Alliea smiled, neither she nor her pet cared much for Stev’s insistence that code names by used at all times. She was not going to think about the man who rescued her as ‘Scarecrow’. She always pictured Stev hanging from a pole in a cornfield singing to Judy Garland whenever she heard the term. "OK run it on this monitor, and then I’ll tell you about my crazy dream from last night," she said with a yawn. "Was I in it?" Alliea didn’t answer. She deciphered the communiqué and then read the plain text message. Enchantress, Frankenstein suspects threats from
Gargoyles. Radio Scarecrow Alliea sighed; she HATED all the code words. She didn’t have Stev’s memory for every single code word he used. Her memory was photographic, not encyclopedic like her mentor’s. Irritated she looked down at the cat, "You didn’t uncode it for me?" "It came through as you were waking up. I’ll do it now." Alliea, My boss suspects a Romulan threat. The
listening post on Stev "Time to go save the crew of a listening post," Alliea said as she laid in coordinates for the star system. "The cavalry is on its way." The USS Phoenix Commander Seabrook entered SMIDGEN. He was followed closely behind by Ensign Trahd a young Andorian male. Looking around the room at his team, Seabrook smiled. "Fleet HQ has handed us a hairy one folks, but I’ll get to that in a minute. First I want to introduce you all to a new member of our team. Ensign G’Dert Trahd will be joining us as Xeno-Technology expert." Ensign Trahd’s antenna nervously quivered as Commander Seabrook began the introductions. Gesturing with his right hand the Chief of Intelligence indicated each team member as he spoke, "This is Ensign Greda Nimsha, our communications expert…" "Please call me Dee," Nimsha interjected. Smiling, Seabrook continued, "Dee was born with an ear receiver installed," he paused and motioned to the young man sitting next to the ELINT station. "This is Lieutenant Robert Spenser." Spenser acknowledged the new team member with a smile, "One more nose against the grindstone?" A flicker of confusion crossed Trahd’s face as Seabrook continued, "This is my second, Lieutenant Stev." "Ensign," the Vulcan stated with a broad smile. Trahd’s look of confusion only deepened. His mouth opened to ask a question but was cut short by Seabrook’s continued discourse "You’ll meet Lieutenant Stewart once Doctor Natevera has cleared him to return to duty," Seabrook turned his attention to the whole team. "OK people, down to brass tacks. The Phoenix has been tasked with the rescue of a listening post." "Vecca III?" Stev asked. Seabrook inclined his head in response, "Yes Flying Cloud believes that the Romulans are suspicious. We need to get the crew, the equipment, and the data out quickly and covertly. Ideas?" "Shouldn’t we leave the extraction to Commander Mon’Teith and a security team?" Spenser asked. "Ordinarily, yes," Seabrook replied. Looking over at his second he continued, "Stev, could you fill the group in on why one of us needs to be on the extraction team?" "Nellie, could you display file SEM-816?" the Vulcan asked. A three dimensional schematic shimmered into existence above the holo-table. Stev stood and walked over to the display. "This is the latest in subspace encryption. This module uses the most advanced optical networking capability to come out of fleet R&D," the Vulcan began indicating the projection. "It looks like Storbin’s handiwork," Trahd stated nervously. Stev arched his eyebrow, "Correct. You know of his work, Ensign?" "He’s only the most gifted scientist R&D has had since the days of Zephram Cochrane," the ensign stated with awe in his voice. "Y-e-s," Seabrook replied, drawing out his response in mock exasperation. "This module has been installed in nearly every Federation listening post. Only level seven intelligence operatives are aware of its existence and placement within each facility. We need to either retrieve the one from Vecca III or make sure it’s destroyed." "This sounds like a job for secret agent man," Spenser stated with a grin. "Well, Stev?" Seabrook asked. "Sir," Stev began pointedly ignoring Spenser’s comment, "my recommendation would be for myself and an engineer with at least a level six clearance to be included on the away team." "I’m sure I can convince the captain. Anything else?" "Yes, sir. Since we’re supposed to be doing this covertly, I would recommend that the Phoenix stand off while the away team uses the Ghost Rider." "Just what I was thinking, Lieutenant. I’m glad it didn’t have to be an order," Seabrook stood. "Start prepping the Ghost Rider. I’ll go talk with Commander Mon’Teith." Lieutenant Commander Mon’Teith was slightly startled to see the Phoenix’s Chief of Intelligence waiting outside the security office. She had just finished meeting with her senior security officers. "Commander," she stated with clipped professionalism. "Commander," Seabrook responded, "have you and your team come up with an extraction plan?" Understanding that Seabrook was not asking out of idle curiosity, she replied, "Not one that I’m completely satisfied with." "Lieutenant Stev and I have a plan but we need your help." "Lieutenant Stev?" Mon’Teith asked as her antenna twitched, "his ‘rescue’ has always been somewhat suspicious." Seabrook inclined his head in acknowledgment. Mon’Teith continued, "I have been unable to satisfactorily verify his background. If I’m going to use any suggestion from an unknown quantity, I’ll need more information." She paused for a moment and looked Seabrook in the eye, "What is the truth behind the shipboard rumors regarding the lieutenant?" "I realize that his file is classified, but I can tell you that he has my complete confidence," Seabrook responded with a hint of a smile. "Your recommendation is good enough for now, but I’ll have to see for myself," Mon’Teith stated. "Well if you agree to the plan, you’ll have the opportunity to see for yourself," Seabrook grinned. The Andorian listened intently as the Chief of Intelligence began to outline the plan. The Kumori Tenmaku in orbit of Vecca III "There doesn’t seem to be any activity within the base at all," Steve’s observation scrolled across the monitor. "I know. How many people are supposed to be onboard?" she knew the answer but having Steve restate it helped her to think. "The data that Stev sent indicates four crew and the base commander for a total of five." Alliea did not immediately reply to the cat. Her sensors were showing nine people on board, none of them Romulan. She scanned for recent warp signatures. The only one that registered was from a 12-year old Vulcan engine design. Confused, the young woman scratched her head, "Did Stev say anything about there being additional people assigned to this base?" "No." "Time to get eyeballs on the situation," Alliea said as she prepped the shuttle to land. "Stev told us to remain covert," Steve cautioned across the monitor as he mewed nervously. "What Stev doesn’t know won’t…," Alliea never got to finish what about Stev not knowing. Phaser fire erupted from the base and strafed the port side of the ship. "Thinking that post’s crew had somehow misidentified her ship, Alliea toggled the communicator, "Federation Listening Post, cease fire immediately. This is Lieutenant Commander VanderSchnap of Starbase Earhart. I am on a data retrieval mission." The firing continued as Steve’s words scrolled across the monitor, "Oh that is so covert." A sarcastic meow escaped at the same time. Alliea stuck her tongue out at the cat. Before she had a chance for a rejoinder, the firing stopped and the communicator came to life. "Please lower your shields and transport to the following coordinates," a very compelling voice spoke. "Do as we say and you will not be harmed. At the word ‘say’ Alliea felt herself forced to do as the voice asked. She input the specified coordinates, lowered the shields, and stepped up onto the transporter pad. She tried to fight but it seemed that she had no control over her actions. "Alliea, what are you doing?" scrolled across the screen as a plaintive cry emanated from Steve. The transporter whined to life. Just before she dematerialized, Steve hurtled himself across the cabin and into her arms. She saw the ship begin to explode as she phased out. The next thing Alliea saw were five people in Starfleet uniforms. She also noted that the only discernable egress to the room was locked. Surprised by the sudden appearance of the newcomer, a man in a commander’s uniform approached the young October agent, "We heard the exchange over the base’s comm system." Indicating her civilian clothing he continued, "Aren’t you out of uniform, Commander?" the emphasis making it clear he did not believe the young woman to be who she claimed to be. Thinking fast, Alliea replied, "That’s Lieutenant Commander, and I’m with Fleet Security. I was sent to do a covert threat assessment of your base." Still unsure of her veracity the commander replied, "Lieutenant Commander, if you plan on getting information you’ve come to the right place. If you plan on leaving with it, I can’t help you." Alliea shrugged her shoulders. She had read the mistrust in the commander’s eyes. Knowing that she would need his trust and assistance, she decided to give a little trust back. Recalling the data Stev had sent, she replied, "Commander Nichols, I have no proof that I am who I say that I am, but if we want to get out of here we’re going to have to work together." Indicating the orange tabby in her arms he replied sarcastically, "When did it become Starfleet regulations for officers to bring their pets with them?" Looking down to where he was pointing, Alliea realized that she had been stroking Steve’s fur the entire time. She set the cat down and scratched behind his ears. Steve replied by entwining himself in her legs. Glaring at Nichols, she stood and jabbed a finger in his chest, "I’ll have you know that not only is this animal highly intelligent, but he can interface with computer terminals," her voice pitched up, "and I believe he will be pivotal in any escape attempt." Alliea really despised people who disdained her cat. Smiling now, Nichols responded, "Ok, ok, I believe you Commander," Indicating the rest of the prisoners, "This is my second-in-command, Lieutenant Dymes, Ensign Marchese, Crewman Setamerac, and Dr. Penny Coynes. I’d offer to take you to guest quarters," he said with a laugh," but we’re all stuck in here." "And I don’t see any computer access in here," Alliea replied ignoring the joke. Commander Nichols shook his head no and seemed to be ready to say something but he began to slump over. Alliea caught him as he fell. She held her breath and saw that Steve was already unconscious on the floor. "Anesthizine gas, they’ve accessed life support," Dr. Coynes said sluggishly before sprawling across the floor. "Crap!" Alliea shouted. Her last conscious thought was that she wished she had paid better attention when Stev had tried to teach her breathing and meditation techniques. The USS Phoenix Lieutenant Commanders Seabrook and Mon’Teith were the last to arrive to the reconvened senior staff meeting 59 minutes and 30 seconds after Captain Lawrence had dismissed the first one. The Phoenix’s commanding officer watched as her Chief of Intelligence and Chief of Security took their seats right on time. Without preamble she began, "Suggestions?" "Captain, Commander Mon’Teith and I have a possible plan," Seabrook immediately began. "Let’s hear it, Commander." Seabrook glanced over at the Chief of Security and indicated that she should be the one to tell the plan. "I will be leading a team consisting of myself, Lieutenant Michaels, Lieutenant Stev and an engineer with at least a level six security clearance," Mon’Teith said. Captain Lawrence maintained her silence and returned her gaze to Lieutenant Commander Seabrook. "The Vecca III outpost contains some classified hardware that needs to be recovered in addition to the personnel and any data they’ve collected," Seabrook clarified. "Continue," Captain Lawrence replied returning her gaze to the Chief of Security. "Lieutenant Stev will pilot the Ghost Rider. He and the engineer will be responsible for the recovery of hardware and destruction of the base. Lieutenant Michaels and I will be responsible for the recovery of the post’s crew and their data," Mon’Teith continued. "Why the Ghost Rider?" Lawrence asked. "Lieutenant Stev suggested its use as a way to maintain some level of covertness on this mission," Seabrook answered. "Good idea," Captain Lawrence replied. Turning towards her Chief Engineer she asked, "Any suggestions for the away team from your department?" "Lieutenant D’Navras, Lieutenant Llire and I are the only engineers onboard with at least a level six clearance," he paused in thought. "Given the proximity to Romulan space, I’d recommend Lieutenant Llire be included," QaS growled with a particular menacing spit at the word Romulan. "Captain, Bridge," Lieutenant Walker’s voice came over the comm and interrupted the meeting. "Go ahead," Lawrence replied knowing the interruption would be pertinent. "The listening post just went silent." Looking at Seabrook and Mon’Teith, Lawrence ordered, "Your mission’s a go. Let’s make it happen people," Captain Lawrence concluded the staff meeting. Stev sat in the cockpit of the Ghost Rider. He had accessed the medical database and was temporarily adding Lieutenant Commander Mon’Teith and Lieutenant Michaels to the small craft’s roster of cleared personnel. T’Aiya had already been added to the permanent file. He had to admit to himself that he was very glad that T’Aiya was the engineer that had been chosen for the mission. She was his first choice of the available engineers but had refrained from suggesting her due to the nature of their re-emerging relationship. He had just finished setting the shuttle’s exterior to resemble a Holland-class vessel. It was a disguise he had used before as the Holland-class was a popular ship amongst free traders. Stev smiled somewhat as he felt a familiar presence approaching the tiny craft. He was getting ready to open the door but as T’Aiya got closer he realized she was not alone. Not wanting his telepathic abilities to be part of the rumor mill onboard ship, he waited. Shortly there was a signal at the door. Stev toggled the door to admit entry to the three people outside. He hid his mild disappointment as three people entered the craft. He had hoped to have some time to talk to T’Aiya in private before the mission. Stev stood at attention as the three officers walked in. "Commander, Lieutenants," he greeted them each with a smile. His smile broadened as his gaze fell on T’Aiya. Stev noticed that her face brightened somewhat when their gaze met. "Lieutenant," the Chief of Security replied back. Indicating the direction to the cockpit with a wave of his arm, Stev replied, "I’ve completed pre-flight, as soon as we’ve taken our seats we’re good to go." Silently, Lieutenant Commander Mon’Teith took the co-pilot’s seat. T’Aiya sat in the mission specialist chair just behind Stev. Lieutenant Michaels took the last remaining seat and let out a low whistle as he sat. "You’d never know from the exterior that this ship was this nice on the inside," Michaels said running his hand over the armrest of the leather seat. "She’s designed that way," Stev said with just a touch of pride in his voice. "The Ghost Rider is capable of mimicking the exterior of nearly any vessel of similar size." "I’ll bet that came in handy in your last job, Lieutenant," Michaels said with a grin. Stev could hear T’Aiya bristle. He needed redirect the conversation quickly. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Rumor has it that you’ve done some pretty serious stuff for the Federation; of course there are rumors that you worked for the Orion syndicate as well. Either way having a ship that can change its exterior would have been very handy." "You know what they say about rumors, Lieutenant," Stev obliquely replied. "Though I will admit it was very advantageous in outrunning the authorities of Estrada IV." Stev then swiveled his seat so that he could look at everyone. Making sure that the team was strapped in, he noticed T’Aiya’s neutral expression and could tell she would be uncomfortable with the current conversation continuing. He wished their bond was still in place as there were things he wanted to communicate with her but could not as neither Mon’Teith nor Michaels were cleared for details of his past. Instead he smiled at her, when she smiled back he turned his attention to the Andorian Chief of Security. "Commander, it’s your mission. We’re ready to go," Stev said as he noticed her antenna twitch just so. He knew then that she had been listening to the conversation but was thinking about something else. "She’s your ship, Lieutenant," Mon’Teith replied indicating that Stev should handle departure. Stev inclined his head and swiveled his seat back forward, "Phoenix, this Ghost Rider." "Go ahead, Ghost Rider," Lieutenant Brannon’s voice replied. "Requesting permission to disembark." "Ghost Rider, you are cleared." Stev powered up the thrusters as the Phoenix’s shuttle bay doors opened. He purposefully exited the shuttlebay so that T’Aiya’s window was the first to be exposed to space. He smiled inwardly when he heard her small sigh of appreciation. Vecca III on board the Federation Listening Post Translucent green light shimmered and four figures materialized. The quartet took up defensive positions; backs to each other, disruptors drawn. Sub-commander T’Azar took out her tricorder and scanned the room. "The facility appears to be deserted," she stated with clipped professionalism. The Romulans did not relax their posture after the pronouncement. "Perhaps the Lloann'na cowards are hiding," the Centurion offered. "The debris in orbit would indicate someone at this facility destroyed a small craft." T’Azar shook her head slightly, "No, Centurion. The Federation crew are not cowards, neither are they here," she then turned and glared at the Centurion. "And unless you want an extended visit to the Reman mines, you will not question me again." The Centurion thumped his chest in a submissive salute. "I want the database. I want to know what happened to the crew. I want to know whose ship was destroyed," T’Azar issued the orders. The three other Romulans saluted and dispersed. In orbit "Sensors indicate the presence of enough debris in a decaying orbit to account for a recently destroyed small ship," T’Aiya announced from her station. "Did the post’s crew destroy a hostile craft?" Stev wondered aloud. "I do not think that is the case," T’Aiya responded. "Preliminary analysis indicates that it was Federation craft that was destroyed." "Commander, I’m detecting four faint lifesigns onboard the listening post," Lieutenant Michaels announced as the Ghost Rider neared the planet. "Is it the crew?" Mon’Teith asked. "Uncertain sir, the station’s suppression systems are still operative." "If it is the crew, then something more sinister has happened," Stev interjected. Mon’Teith nodded, "We should be reading five lifesigns." "Sir, may I suggest taking advantage of the Ghost Rider’s current exterior?" Stev asked. "What do you have in mind, Lieutenant?" The Vulcan outlined his plan. The four Romulans had completed their sweep of the Federation facility. They were in the command center going over their findings. T’Azar gazed at what appeared to be a ceremonial dagger with obviously Vulcan markings on the hilt. She listened to the individual reports as she tried to piece together the pieces of the puzzle. "It appears that the crew was taken forcibly," one soldier stated. "The database appears to have been wiped," the second added. "There are also traces of Terran and Vulcan DNA within the facility." "The debris in orbit appears to be from a Federation craft. There is also another ship that entered orbit," the centurion reported. T’Azar was just about to reply when the subspace radio came to life, "This is Captain Teven of the Free Trader Vessel Stellar Fire. Repeat, this is Captain Teven. Do you read me?" Stev’s voice came over the subspace radio. T’Azar’s eyebrow went up at the mention of the name. She thought she recognized the voice and definitely remembered someone else using that name. She initially dismissed the possibility as too much of a coincidence. "Do not reply," she ordered. "The free trader will leave and we can finish our investigation before a Federation starship arrives." "C’mon, Federation, my scanners show all four of you are onboard. Do you want that shipment of Romulan ale or not?" Stev’s voice asked with a hint of mock annoyance. "I wonder," T’Azar whispered to herself. "Free trader vessels are not normally equipped with scanner technology sensitive enough to read lifesigns within this facility." "This is not working, Lieutenant," Mon’Teith glared at Stev. "Perhaps not, but it was worth...," Stev began and was quickly interrupted by the radio’s reply. "Stellar Fire, this is the Federation outpost. We are sorry, but we have been attacked by hobgoblins. Help is enroute," the voice replied. Stev cocked his head sideways at the reply. With a quizzical raise of his eyebrow he commanded, "Computer, analyze voice pattern." He then looked back at T’Aiya whose mouth was slightly open, which for her was a state of total shock. "Analysis complete," the computer responded. "Voice recorded onboard six years ago." Stev nodded his head slightly. He glanced over at Mon’Teith who had a look of mild confusion on her face. He deliberately looked back to T’Aiya and grinned slightly. Toggling the subspace radio once more he replied, "Sorry to hear that, Federation. Tell Commander Stev that I’ll stay on station until the Phoenix arrives." "Roger that, Captain. Our Chief Engineer, Lieutenant T’Aiya wants to know if that Romulan Ale is from the T’Azar region?" the radio asked. Stev heard the stifled gasp behind him and his face broke into a broad grin, "It sure is. Would you like me to beam down with some?" "We’ll be waiting in the transporter room for you," the radio lapsed into silence. What the hell was that about, Lieutenant?" Mon’Teith asked. "Commander, I suggest we get ready to beam into a potentially hostile situation. Romulans are in control of the listening post." The four officers from the Phoenix materialized in the listening post’s transporter room, weapons drawn. Four disruptors pointed their direction. The lead disruptor lowered slightly as the Sub-Commander studied the group. T’Azar paused when her gaze came to T’Aiya and then Stev. "Fokima, Dianvm Hru’fir," T’Azar greeted the two Vulcans. Looking over her shoulder at her troops T’Azar said, "Vuhtchee iehy," then looking directly at Mon’Teith she continued in Standard, "Commander, I return your base to you," as she and her team lowered their disruptors. Stev and T’Aiya followed their senior officer’s lead and kept their phasers pointed at the Romulans. Stev could feel T’Aiya’s conflicting emotions as she consciously trained her phaser on someone other than her sister. "I shouldn’t have to take it back from Romulans," Mon’Teith coldly replied. "According to our treaty, it shouldn’t have been here at all," T’Azar parried back. Acknowledging the point, Mon’Teith lowered her phaser and her team followed suit. Without removing her gaze from the Romulan quartet, Mon’Teith inclined her head towards Stev and T’Aiya and ordered, "Lieutenants, you seem to know everyone here. Would you handle introductions?" Stev, acknowledging the family bond, quickly looked at T’Aiya. She just as quickly shook her head no. Without anyone noticing the exchange between the two, he spoke up. "Gladly Commander, this is my sister-in-law, T’Azar, a member of the Tal’Shiar, and I assume the other three are her associates," the Vulcan replied gesturing with his outstretched hand. Looking at T’Azar he continued, "Rinam Hru’fir, this is Lieutenant Commander Soen Mon’Teith our Chief of Security, Lieutenant Michaels, and of course you know…" "T’Aiya." T’Azar interrupted. "Sisters?" Lieutenant Michaels asked suddenly comprehending the previous exchange. "Yes," T’Aiya simply stated. "Can we have the family reunion later?" Mon’Teith asked. Somewhere in the Aldelphous system Alliea drifted back to consciousness. Steve was head-butting her face and mewing nervously. She became aware of the hard rocky surface on which she was laying. Opening her eyes she was greeted to a cold nose pressed against her own. After listening to the silence for a few moments and determining that only she, Steve and the members of the listening post’s crew were in the chamber, the young woman dragged herself to a sitting position. Steve responded by jumping into her arms. "Mmerhow," Steve purred as his mistress scratched behind his ears. "Whatdya think, Steve?" Unable to reply with words due to the lack of a computer interface, the cat looked down the passageway jutting off the chamber’s entrance and then back to Alliea. "Yeah you’re probably right," she said with a shrug, "but I think we should wait until Commander Nichols is conscious before we try anything." Alliea sat with her back against the wall. Steve settled into her lap and the two operatives waited. Back at the Listening Post "When we got here, we found the place deserted," T’Azar began as the two teams reconvened in the listening post’s operations center. "A likely story," Mon’Teith interrupted. "What proof do you have that you are not responsible for the missing personnel? Your cloaked ship is likely waiting for us to leave so you may continue your pillage of our base." "Astute observation, Andorian. Aside from Romulan honor, I offer these," T’Azar said placing a dagger and an ankh-like amulet on the Ops table. With a sharp intake of breath, Stev simply said, "No." T’Aiya placed her hand on Stev’s shoulder, "What’s wrong?" "They were defeated years ago. Those shouldn’t be here." "Who was defeated?" T’Azar asked. "The Sirshos’im," Stev stated flatly."The soul eaters?" T’Aiya questioned. "They’re a Vulcan myth." "No," Mon’Teith answered, "they are not a myth. The Phoenix recently encountered a group of them. Stev is correct they were defeated." "If they were defeated, then why does Stev believe them to be back?" Michaels asked. Pointing at the dagger, Stev’s voice became ice cold, "That is a Lipitah, it is a Vulcan dagger. The Sirshos’im adopted it as their ceremonial weapon. The amulet is known as an Ek’zeru. Those are calling cards. The Soul Eaters want us to know they’re responsible. What concerns me is that this is, at the very least, the third time in five years that the Sirshos’im have attempted a return.""The recent incident where the Phoenix encountered them is not their first recent emergence?" T’Azar asked. "No, I was involved in a mission to take down a Sirshos’im cell about four years ago," Stev continued tight lipped. "If this group is involved with the disappearance of the crew of a listening post near the Neutral Zone, I believe both governments are facing a potential crisis." T’Azar looked at Mon’Teith, "Shall we pool our resources, Commander?" "I’ll need to confer with my Captain, but I believe we can," Mon’Teith answered. "Our assistance comes with a small price tag, Commander." Mon’Teith’s antenna quivered slightly, "And that would be?" "This listening post goes away." "I believe that can be arranged, Sub Commander," the Andorian replied with a straight face as she walked down a corridor for some privacy. Once the Andorian was far enough away that she no longer heard the murmur of voices coming from either the Romulans or her own crewmates, she pulled out her communicator, "Mon’Teith to Phoenix." Captain Lawrence answered immediately, "Go ahead Commander." "Captain, we have a situation here," the security officer began. She then proceeded to inform Captain Lawrence about what was happening. "Are you sure about this, Commander?" Captain Lawrence asked after getting the full story. "Lieutenants Stev & Llire vouch for the Tal’Shiar agent. She happens to Lieutenant Llire’s sister," Mon’Teith replied. There was a significant pause before Captain Lawrence continued, "Your recommendation, Commander?" "Captain, the Romulans have scans closer to the time of the disappearance of the post’s crew. The Romulans do not have to know that we were planning on destroying the listening post anyway." "Plan approved Commander. Just make sure we get the crew and the data back intact." "Aye sir." Mon’Teith walked back towards Ops. As soon as she entered the room she looked directly at T’Azar, "The Federation acknowledges that this listening post is in violation of the Treaty of Algernon. In exchange for your assistance in locating the crew we will destroy the post in accordance with treaty stipulations," "Agreed, how shall we proceed?" T’Azar asked. "Lieutenants Stev and Llire will proceed with the destruction of the base. You and your team along with Lieutenant Michaels and I will continue the investigation of the crew’s disappearance." "With one minor change, I can agree with the proposal." "What change would that be Sub-commander?" "I will send one soldier back to the Nazgul. I will accompany Stev and T’Aiya while my Centurion and last soldier accompany you." Mon’Teith briefly looked over at Stev & T’Aiya who both nodded slightly. "That is acceptable," the Phoenix’s Chief of Security replied. T’Azar pulled out her communicator and spoke briefly into it. One of the Romulan soldiers disappeared in a column of shimmering light. Once the soldier was gone T’Azar looked sternly the remaining members of her team. "The Empire needs to ascertain the specific nature of the threat. You will provide the Lloann'na with every assistance," the glare in her eye was evident in her voice. The Centurion and soldier thumped their chests in reply. T’Azar turned to face the officers from the Phoenix. "Shall we proceed?" The prisoner’s cave in the Aldelphous system Alliea turned her head as she heard muffled groans coming from Commander Nichols. She smiled as the remainder of the crew began to show signs of recovering from the anesthizine. She put Steve down on the floor and walked over to the groggy commander. Offering her hand, she helped him up, "Easy there Commander. Your head will clear soon enough." "Where are we, Commander?" Nichols asked. "Reader’s Digest version? A cave," ignoring the confused look she continued, "I have no idea where the cave is located though." Commander Nichols studied the exposed rock. "This doesn’t look like Vecca III, Commander." "Alliea," the young woman corrected, "I won’t salute if you don’t." "Tony," Commander Nichols replied with a grin. "You’ve apparently been awake longer. Is there anything else about this place you’ve discovered?" Alliea distorted her face as she thought, "I’m not sure, but I think a Vulcan has come in once or twice to check on us." "Not sure?" Nichols asked. "Not sure it’s a Vulcan or not sure of something else?" Alliea began chewing on her pinky fingernail, "No, I’m sure I’ve seen a Vulcan at the entryway at least once. He begins to say something and then it feels more like a dream." She looked down as Steve began entwining himself in her legs. Picking the cat up, she continued, "I wish Stev were here. There’s something at the back of my mind that I can’t quite put my finger on…," she trailed off without finishing her statement. "Stev?" Nichols asked. Alliea didn’t get the chance to reply. A lone Vulcan stood in the entryway. "Sit," he commanded in a very compelling voice. Commander Nichols and remainder of the post’s crew quickly followed the order. Alliea stood for a moment, the inner struggle apparent on her face. She finally followed the order as well. Steve hissed and then scampered for an outcropping out of the Vulcan’s reach. OPS, The Vecca III Listening Post Stev was lying on his back underneath the main communications console. The twin sisters were on either side of him. Silently Stev would hand tools back out from the underside. Just as silently T’Aiya would hand him the next tool he needed. "Would the two of you please stop that?" T’Azar asked. "Stop what?" Stev and T’Aiya replied in unison. "Communicating across your bond," T’Azar clarified. "We have not been bonded in more than ten years," T’Aiya said with a trace of sadness in her voice. "You have not rebonded?" T’Azar asked with just enough surprise in her voice that Stev pulled himself out from under the console. "No," Stev stole a glance at T’Aiya and smiled, "our relationship is complicated." "It seems my information is somewhat inaccurate," T’Azar said with a small smile. "Maybe not entirely," T’Aiya conceded as she placed her hand on Stev’s shoulder. "I see," T’Azar respond. Looking at Stev she continued, "So you are no longer with October?" Stev felt T’Aiya’s gentle touch transform into a painful grip, "I won’t insult you by denying the organization’s existence. Neither will I deny my involvement in it," he paused. "I will state that my first priority is to the Phoenix, T’Aiya is second," the grip softened. Stev paused and began to lie back down, "I must finish with this console before we rig the power core to explode." "Exactly what are we doing here my Dianvm Hru’fir? This console is not crucial to the facility’s destruction," T’Azar paused. "Though, I suppose that is not the most accurate title for you, Stev." "No, it’s accurate," T’Aiya replied handing Stev the next tool he needed. "Is it Fokima?" T’Azar asked with a small upturn to her lips. "That does not answer my question of what we’re doing here." "You are correct that this console is not crucial to the destruction of this station. I did however need to make sure that this," Stev grunted the last syllable accompanied by the sound of something breaking, "was destroyed." Stev spilled the broken components to the floor. T’Aiya offered her hand and helped him up, "Shall we see to the rest of the facility now?" Several hours later Lieutenant Commander Mon’Teith spoke into her communicator, "Mon’Teith to Stev." "Go ahead Commander," Stev’s voice answered. "Are the destruction charges set?" Mon’Teith asked. "Affirmative." "How close is your team to the security office?" "We can be there in five minutes." "See you in five. Mon’Teith out." Five minutes later Stev, T’Aiya and T’Azar walked into the security office. Mon’Teith, Michaels, and the other two Romulans were gathered around the monitors. "What do you make of this, Lieutenant?" Mon’Teith asked as the trio drew in close. Showing on the monitor was a looping video clip. The obvious data glitches and static made it obvious that the data had been recovered from a hasty attempt to erase it. On the monitor, the on-duty crew members of the listening post were sitting at their respective stations in Ops. Four hooded figures entered from behind the crew. Three different colored blasts shot out from concealed weapons. The crew immediately slumped over. One of the hooded figures removed his hood, looked around the room and aimed his weapon at the recording device. "Computer freeze the loop and back it up to time index 1315.67," Stev commanded. "Federation, Romulan and Klingon weapons," he pointed to the figure aiming his disruptor, "and this person is a Vulcan. It is the Sirshos’im.""Are you certain?" T’Aiya asked with a hushed voice. Looking directly at T’Aiya, Mon’Teith, and T’Azar in turn he replied, "Yes, I am certain. We need to get this information to Captain Lawrence and the Romulan authorities." "Why the Romulans?" Mon’Teith asked her antenna twitching. "As a sign of good faith, of course." T’Azar replied icily. Ignoring the banter, Stev studied the screen. "Were we able to recover any other data?" Mon’Teith shook her head, "No, the databanks were scrubbed pretty thoroughly." T’Aiya stared thoughtfully at the frozen image, "Computer, enhance grid 14-8." The computer complied. Now showing frozen on the screen was one of the screens in Ops. "They were tracking a warp signature," the Vulcan engineer stated. "That’s the clue we need," Stev said after studying the screen. "Can we track it with the Ghost Rider?" T’Aiya asked. Not wanting to divulge the full capabilities of his ship, Stev hedged, "Possibly, it depends on how long ago the Sirshos'im left. We’d have a better chance with the Phoenix.""Lieutenant Michaels, please transmit this warp signature to the Phoenix," Mon’Teith ordered. "Aye," the young lieutenant replied. Mon’Teith then toggled her communicator, "Phoenix, this Commander Mon’Teith. We’re sending you a warp signature. Please have Lieutenant Tahl begin scanning for it.""Aye," Lieutenant Walker’s voice answered back. "Commander, I hereby request permission to liaise with the Phoenix while we track the signature," T’Azar stated just before Mon’Teith closed the channel. "Captain, did you get that?" Mon’Teith asked. "Yes," a pause, "This is Lieutenant Llire’s sister asking to come aboard?" Captain Lawrence’s voice asked. "Yes Captain." "I assume then that the Romulans intend to finish this mission with us?" T’Azar nodded her head as Mon’Teith replied, "That would be correct. "Sub-commander Llire may come aboard," the Captain replied. The Sirshos’im base Alliea shook her head. This was at least the third time that the lone Vulcan had entered the room. She learned more about the method of control each time it was used on her. She knew that she’d be able to resist the next time he tired to influence her. The young October agent looked up at the crevice where her cat was hiding. The orange tabby sensed his mistress and peeked out from where he had secluded himself. "Just stay up there Steve," she said quietly. "We’ll get out of here somehow." Looking over at the vacant stares on the faces of the crew that she was supposed to save, Alliea sighed inwardly. She wasn’t going to fail. She was going to get herself and her charges out safely. The Phoenix’s briefing room after the Ghost Rider docked "Lieutenant Tahl is tracking the warp signature. Lieutenant Pyrebon has plotted a course," Captain Lawrence addressed her officers and the visiting Tal’Shiar agent. "Have you determined where the trail leads?" T’Azar asked. An uneasy air of mistrust hung heavily over the briefing room as Captain Lawrence answered, "We’ve narrowed it down to three possible destinations; the Lawxsly system, the Aldelphous, and the Pot’c’kalb." "Is this the best Federation technology can do?" T’Azar asked the suspicion heavy on her breath. "Sub-commander," the Captain returned with a forced smile, "You are here as a courtesy. Imply that we are doing anything less than our best or purposely withholding information and family or not, that courtesy will be revoked." "Your pardon, Captain Lawrence, with few exceptions," T’Azar pointedly looked at Stev, "the Federation has not always honest and forthcoming when dealing with the Empire. The listening post is just the latest example." "Rinam Hru’fir," Stev calmly interjected, "I do not know your history of other interactions with the Federation. You know me. I place my trust in Captain Lawrence and the crew of the Phoenix," turning his attention to his Captain he continued, "Captain, T’Azar has my complete confidence. If either of you trust me, you can trust each other." "Eloquently put, Dianvm Hru’fir," T’Azar stated with a smile. "In addition to being your commanding officer for the past year, I’ve read your file, Lieutenant," Captain Lawrence said with a stern smile, turning her attention back to T’Azar, she continued, "Sub-Commander; I believe we can work together." "Captain," Lieutenant Walker’s voice interrupted, "Lieutenant Pyrebon has tracked the warp signature to the Aldelphous system. "Stations everyone. Meeting adjourned." As most of the crew filed out of the briefing room, Stev continued to sit at the table. Commander Seabrook, T’Aiya & T’Azar noticed and hung back. Seabrook walked back over to his fellow intelligence officer. "What’s on your mind Lieutenant?" Seabrook asked as he sat down across from the Vulcan officer. "Sir, if it is indeed the Sirshos’im that we’ve been tracking, the listening post crew is dead just as soon as the Phoenix enters the system.""Understood. How do we get into the Aldelphous system without jeopardizing the crew?" "I’m not sure that Captain Lawrence will accept my suggestion." "You let me deal with that. If I feel your suggestion has merit, I’ll back it with the Captain," Seabrook said. Stev looked his superior officer square in the eye and raised his eyebrow. "Of course," T’Aiya grasped the idea immediately. "I would have no problem with that," T’Azar added also comprehending. "You want to put a contingent from the Phoenix aboard the Nazgul, don’t you?" Seabrook said with understanding in his voice. "Yes sir, by my calculations that scenario holds the highest probability of successfully completing the mission." "I can see the wisdom in that," Seabrook replied. Seabrook then templed his fingers and approximated Stev’s voice, "And I would never be so bold as to suggest the nature of the contingent. However, if Commander Seabrook asked I would recommend; myself, Lieutenant Llire, Commander Mon’Teith, and a marine." T’Azar laughed out loud. T’Aiya’s mouth curled up slightly. Stev raised his eyebrow. In a fair approximation of Commander Seabrook’s voice he replied, "And since I know my second so well, I’ve already discussed this with Commander Mon’Teith and am going to talk to the Captain." Seabrook laughed out loud, "This is why we make such a good team, Stev. We’ll be in the Aldelphous system in about 18 hours. I suggest you and your team be well rested before we get there." "Aye Sir." "So will you be spending the time in meditation," T’Aiya asked as she, her sister and Stev were in the turbolift. "No, I must prepare in a different manner," Stev replied. He looked at each of the women in turn. "You are welcome to join me." "What are you going to do?" T’Azar asked. Stev took a sharp intake of breath, "During my studies with the Kolinahr masters, I was inducted into the warrior class, the protectors of all things Vulcan." "The Ninj’dai?" T’Aiya asked. "But they’re a myth. Stories told to children." "Mythical like the Sirshos’im?" T’Azar asked. Inclining her head in acknowledgement of the point, T’Aiya asked, "What do we need to do?" "I spent four years training mentally and physically to defend myself against groups like the Sirshos’im. I can show you basic techniques that will bolster your natural telepathic defenses." "But being raised on Romulus I was never trained in telepathic techniques," T’Azar objected. "You are correct, Rinam Hru’fir. However your heritage has still gifted you with latent telepathic abilities. The Sirshos’im might try telepathic attacks; I can show you a basic defense." "You also mentioned physical defense as well, Stev. You spent years studying, how can we learn defense in mere hours?" T’Aiya asked. "We’ll work on adapting the martial arts you do know," he replied. "An imminently logically course of action," T’Aiya stated. "Agreed," T’Azar added. Arriving at the Rec deck the two women changed out of their uniforms and into exercise clothes. Stev changed into his dobok. The trio spent the next six hours working on adapting the martial arts they were trained in. Stev patiently helped each woman in turn. Six hours later, hot and sweaty, the intelligence officer complimented his companions. "I am confident that both of you will be able to survive any attack the Sirshos’im offer. I need to meditate for a while. I will meet you at transporter room three in ten hours." As Stev left the room, T’Azar turned to T’Aiya, "He is an incredible man who still cares deeply for you." "Yes, Fokima, I know," T’Aiya replied. Headquarters for the Sirshos’im cell in the Aldelphous system "We should have killed the Federation spies," the subordinate nervously stated. "No, we need their codes to unlock the encrypted data from their databanks," the grizzled voice replied. "They have resisted my efforts to force the revealing of the codes. Besides, we have learned so much from the data we already recovered." A weathered hand slammed against the table, "I lead this group. The decision is mine." "You are correct," submission was heavy in the subordinate’s voice. "Besides, if they can be converted before the Federation attempts a rescue…" "Do you believe the Federation will attempt a rescue?" "It is inevitable. We are fortunate though, the last known protector died some years ago." "So the Ninj’dai are no more?" "There may still be some on Vulcan but none that we know of off-planet." "So we will be victorious?" "Only if all the cells are as prepared as we." "I will begin the conversion of our detainees." "That is good." Transporter room 3, USS Phoenix Captain Lawrence addressed the away team standing on the transporter pad. Commander Mon’Teith, Colonel Horn, Lieutenants Stev and T’Aiya listened along with Sub-commander T’Azar, "The Phoenix will be standing off here at the outskirts of the Aldelphous system. You will be going the rest of the way aboard Sub-commander T’Azar’s ship. She has graciously agreed to help us accomplish our mission without any further loss of Federation life. Any questions?" Seeing the shaking heads of all four officers, Captain Lawrence turned to Ensign Lanakai, "Energize." Aboard the Nazgul coming into the Aldelphous system "I don’t see why we’re stuck waiting in this small room," Colonel Horn griped. "It is a prudent security measure," Commander Mon’Teith replied. "One, I would’ve have preferred to use with the Sub-Commander while she was onboard the Phoenix." Stev could detect T’Aiya bristle, outwardly she displayed no sign of discomfort, "And why would that be, Commander?" "No disrespect to your family, Lieutenant, but she is a Romulan," Mon’Teith practically spat the last word. "None taken, I am a Vulcan and it is a logical matter," T’Aiya replied her voice more distant and cold than Stev had ever heard. "However, you wished to spend some time with your sister before we got to our destination," Stev added. "That is correct," T’Aiya answered. The door opened and T’Azar stepped in. "Fokima, Dianvm Hru’fir, Commander, Colonel, we are at our destination. My science officer has discovered subterranean passageways and catacombs on the northern continent. We believe it to be the headquarters of the Sirshos’im." "Out of an entire planet, you just happen to find one spot that you think is where the bad guys are hiding?" Colonel Horn rhetorically asked, the sarcasm dripping heavily. "Colonel," T’Azar shot back fire in her voice, "you are here as a courtesy. Your Federation and my Empire have a common enemy. The Senate would prefer that my men and I handle this matter ourselves. Only out of respect for my sister and brother-in-law have I determined that working together would be mutually beneficial." "Colonel, rein it in," Mon’Teith stated. "Captain Lawrence has ordered us to work together. We will follow her orders." "Good," T’Azar said. "If you’ll follow me to the transporter." Aldelphous III The combined force of the Federation personnel and Romulans beamed into a dimly lit rocky passageway. The torch’s flickering flames glistened off the water seeping along the rocks. Phasers and disruptors drawn, the team soundlessly took up a circular defensive pattern. Both T’Aiya and T’Azar had tricorders at the ready. Silently they checked the readings. In unison, they looked up from the tricorders then at each other, shook their heads and then looked over to Commander Mon’Teith. "I’m not picking up any life signs Commander," T’Aiya said quietly. "Perhaps, the Romulan science officer was mistaken," Mon’Teith replied with a trace of sarcasm in her voice. T’Azar bristled, "My science officer made no mistake, Andorian. Obviously the Sirshos’im have some sort of dampening technology. Dianvm Hru’fir what do you…," she turned to look at Stev and stopped mid-sentence as she saw him moving to the center of the group. Stev’s eyes were closed. His chin pointed down and hands forming a triangle at his chest, he breathed deeply in and out. Silently, he cocked his head slightly in different directions as if listening for some unheard sound. After a few minutes his eyes opened and his hands came down to his sides. "The Sirshos’im leaders are down this corridor," he said as he indicated the passageway to the left and indicating the other he continued. "The crew members of the listening post are down this corridor…," he paused. "What?" T’Aiya asked noticing his pause. "It’s difficult to tell, there seems to be a familiar presence," Stev replied with a brief note of uncertainty. "Which way do we go Commander," T’Azar asked the Andorian. "Standard procedure would be to secure the hostages before going after the opposition leadership," Mon’Teith replied. "That’s fine Commander," Stev interjected. "You, Colonel Horn and the Romulan troops go after the hostages. T’Aiya, T’Azar, and I will take care of the Sirshos’im." "Lieutenant?" Mon’Teith questioned harshly. Stev looked the Andorian in the eye, "Commander, I am equipped to deal with the Sirshos’im. You. Are. Not." Seeing the fire in his eyes and hearing the steel in his words, the Andorian security chief nodded. Motioning down the passage to the right with her phaser, she led Colonel Horn and the Romulan troops down the passage." After the others left, Stev turned to the sisters, "I would tell you both to stay here, but I know that you will both follow me down the corridor. So I ask that you stay behind me." With that Stev holstered his phaser and proceeded down the left passage. "He takes his responsibilities very seriously," T’Azar said. "You have no idea," T’Aiya said with a slight smile. Colonel Horn and Commander Mon’Teith were purposefully walking down the rocky passage at faster than normal pace. They wanted to stay in front of the Romulans. Colonel Horn was not going to let the safety of Federation personnel be determined by a hostile species, no matter what his captain ordered. As they continued, Colonel Horn said in what he hoped was a barely audible voice, "Commander, just why are we taking orders from a Lieutenant?" "Commander Seabrook has vouched for him and he knows the Sirshos’im better than we do," Mon’Teith replied. "So he’s an intel weenie. I still don’t like it." Before Mon’Teith could reply the passageway opened into a larger chamber. The rescue team stopped just inside the cavity. Instead of five helpless humans in need of release from captivity, there were six humans standing upright in defensive posture. They were flanked on either side by a lone Vulcan wielding a curved blade. "Your Vulcan lied to us," one of the Romulans sneered to Mon’Teith, "It is a trap and we have been betrayed." "Centurion, your commander told you to help us. Stev is a Vulcan and would not lie to us," Mon’Teith responded with more sincerity than she felt. "Humans," one of the lipitah wielding Vulcans shouted to the prisoners, "our enemies are here. Subdue them. We shall be of one mind and one voice when they are disarmed." As if on cue, four of the listening post’s crew attacked with a yell. Commander Nichols hesitated just a second before he to joined the attack. Alliea turned and smiled at the Vulcan nearest her. "Next time you want to forcibly convert someone to your religion, pick someone who hasn’t been trained in Vulcan meditation techniques," She said with a smirk. Shouting her ki-hap, Alliea grabbed the knife arm with her right hand and knocked the blade out of the Vulcan’s hand with her left. Once the blade clattered to the floor, her right elbow backed into hard contact with her opponent’s chin. The Vulcan fell unconscious to the stone floor. Simultaneously, both Mon’Teith and Colonel Horn yelled, "Don’t kill them!" as they brought their phasers up and each stunned one of the attacking Federation officers. The other Federation officers fell after the Romulans adjusted their weapons. The remaining Sirshos’im agent dropped his knife. Holding his hands out open and palm up in front of him. "I surrender," his voice had a low suggestive quality to it. "They had me under their control," he continued. The Romulans’ weapons began to lower. Commander Mon’Teith and Colonel Horn shook their heads as if to clear away cobwebs but then their weapons began to lower as well. Alliea looked up and away from her fallen adversary at the sound of the Sirshos’im’s voice. Realizing what was happening she picked up the lipitah that she had just knocked to the floor. Quickly feeling the heft of the blade she threw it overhand at the remaining Vulcan. The blade embedded itself in the Vulcan’s throat. The suggestive voice immediately stopped as green blood began to spurt from the wound. Regaining their senses and composure, the Federation and Romulan personnel whirled and pointed their weapons at the young woman who had just thrown the knife. Alliea quickly raised her hands in a peaceful gesture, "Peace, I’m on your side." Unconvinced, Mon’Teith kept her weapon trained on Alliea, "You are not one of the crew assigned to the listening post. Who are you?" Alliea held up one finger as she scanned the room. Looking up at an out-cropping of rock she called, "The hard part’s over Steve, you can come down now." The orange tabby poked his head out of his hidey-hole. With a cautious mew he scampered down to his mistress. Once the cat began entwining himself around Alliea’s legs she looked at Mon’Teith, "Lieutenant Commander VanderSchnap with Federation Security, based out of Starbase Earhart." "Mon’Teith smiled her most disarming smile, "Starbase Earhart? How is Commander Nayboo doing?" Without hesitating Alliea replied, "He’s fine, just moved to a new office recently." "Really?" Mon’Teith replied, her expression unchanged, "because the last time I talked with her, she had retired. Care to try again Commander?" Alliea looked at the phasers and disruptors still leveled in her direction. Glancing from face to face and seeing no help from anyone she came to a quick decision, "Can you help me get in touch with Lieutenant Stev from the USS Phoenix?" The trio emerged from the rocky corridor into a section that had been obviously enlarged. Stev stopped at the entrance. He partially raised his arms as a silent signal for his companions to stay behind him. "Venjez’rit, show yourself," he stated firmly. "Stev of the Ninj’dai has answered your challenge." Silence greeted the three officers. Not even an echo returned. "What are we waiting for?" T’Azar asked. "This is obviously an empty chamber." Knowing the man in front of her, T’Aiya simply stated, "Stev?" "They are here," Stev said with a glance back to the woman he loved. His gaze pierced back into the room, "Al’mos’at toi’itsk." "Protector? We outnumber you. Join us as we begin our rule," the voice seemed to emanate from everywhere in the room. "Where is she?" T’Azar asked. "It is the Hu’dini. They are convincing your mind that they are not there." "How do we see them?" T’Aiya asked. "Concentrate, the m’kertni should focus your mind." "There," T’Aiya said quietly nodding in the direction of the Sirshos’im. "Yes," Stev confirmed. He looked at the women, "Please make sure no one gets passed you." Stev stepped into the room. He took his phaser out of its holster and threw it to the floor. "Join you?" Stev asked a hint of mockery in his voice. I am here to take you down." "Protector, we will defeat you. We will convert your women. Those you came to save will be our agents." The old woman strode to the center of the room. She drew her lipitah, "First we shall rule Vulcan, then the Federation, then the entire Alpha Quadrant." Stev drew a lipitah from under his uniform tunic, "Not if I defeat you here today." The old woman laughed, "We have faithful scattered throughout the Federation and the Empire. Even if you do manage to defeat us today, we will eventually triumph." Without any verbal warning the old woman’s subordinate attacked. He slashed across Stev’s torso. T’Azar leveled her disruptor at the attacker. T’Aiya placed her hand on her sister’s forearm and shook her head. Understanding that the Sirshos’im needed to be defeated by Stev, T’Azar went back to a defensive stand. Stev parried the thrust with his forearm. He then quickly thrust back with his blade. The Sirshos’im blocked the thrust but was unprepared for Stev’s follow through. The Federation officer caught his opponent across the chin with a palm-heel punch. Staggered by the blow, the Sirshos’im stumbled backward. Stev finished him off with a yeop chagi. The Soul-eater fell backward into one of the hand-made tables in the room. It shattered under his weight. Green stains appeared on the man’s tunic micro seconds before one of the table legs burst forth from his chest. Stev immediately turned his attention to the old woman. She was down on the floor, white foam pouring from her mouth. T’Azar and T’Aiya were already there kneeling by her side. T’Aiya quickly dipped her finger in the foam and sniffed it. "Cyanide," T’Aiya stated flatly as she wiped the foam off on her pants. She looked up at Stev. "So the threat is over?" she asked. "No," T’Azar replied with some fire in her voice, "the trebor stated these abominations have converts within the Empire." "Do not forget she implied that this is only one cell of many," Stev added. Before either of the women could say anything, Stev’s communicator came to life, "Commander Mon’Teith to Lieutenant Stev." "Stev here." "Colonel Horn, the Romulans and I have freed the hostages. But there is one more hostage than we were anticipating. She’s asking to speak to you." "Stev, is that you?" a young woman’s voice came over the communicator. "Alliea?" Stev asked incredulously. Stev, T’Aiya, and T’Azar entered the chamber containing the hostages. The Romulan troops saluted their leader. Everyone was surprised when Alliea ran to the entryway and gave Stev a very large hug. "I just knew you’d come," the young human said, relief obvious in her voice. "What are you doing here?" Stev asked her quietly. "Following orders," Alliea replied a little too loudly. "You were supposed to observe," Stev said neutrally. "We will discuss this later, privately." The young woman’s face fell just a bit before noticing the twins. Her face brightened again, "One of you has got to be T’Aiya." The pause was just long enough for the October agent to catch a breath, "Judging from the uniforms, I’m going to guess that you are T’Aiya," she said to the Federation officer. "Stev never mentioned that you had a twin sister. It’s such an honor to finally meet you." "And you are?" T’Aiya asked. "Oh, I’m sorry. I thought Stev would’ve told you about me. My name’s Alliea VanderSchnap. Stev rescued me from the 21st century about six years ago." Again, a pause not long enough for anyone else to voice their thoughts, "Stev has told me all about you. He never did mention that you had a twin sister." Turning her attention to T’Azar and after studying the uniform Alliea saluted in Romulan fashion, "Jhollan'trruh, I’ve wanted to do that since shortly after I learned of Romulus," Alleia said grinning like a teenager. "I wouldn’t have been able to tell the two of you apart if it hadn’t been for the different uniforms," she added. "She is a very talkative human," Commander Mon’Teith observed to no one in particular. Back on board the RSE Nazgul The group of Federation personnel was in a small room on board the Romulan ship. Overall the unspoken order of silence was in effect. Not wanting to divulge anything unnecessarily to a government currently hostile to their own, the Starfleet officers talked quietly about innocuous subjects if at all. Stev could feel the curiosity behind the silent stares. Alliea was chatting amiably with the crew of the listening post. T’Aiya had a look of mixed-curiosity on her face. Mon’Teith eyed the unexpected addition to the group assessing the potential security problems. Indicating the young woman, T’Aiya spoke in voice just audible to a Vulcan’s ears, "It is obvious she knows you very well." Stev replied in the same volume, "Yes, I’ve known her for about six years." "She was your partner?" "Not exactly, Aishamano, she is more my protégé than anything else," Stev sensed T’Aiya subtly stiffen. "She and I worked together during her training, but she has been an independent agent since just before I met your sister." "Ten years of secrets…," T’Aiya trailed off as the door to the room slid open. "We’ll be rendezvousing with the Phoenix shortly," T’Azar began when she entered the room. "Thank you for your assistance in this matter," Mon’Teith replied back. "Shared enemies always make for strange alliances," T’Azar responded. "I wish I could state that this joint effort was the start of a new era in relations between our governments." "Say no more, Rinam Hru’fir," Stev said. "Given the sensitive nature of the incident, it is doubtful that either government will acknowledge what happened." "Given that assessment as more than probable, I do have one more request to make before we go our separate ways," T’Azar asked. "And that would be?" Mon’Teith asked; suspicion laced heavily in her words. "Any hard data the Federation has regarding the Sirshos’im," T’Azar asked. Looking over at Stev who nodded, Mon’Teith replied, "I believe we can accommodate that request." "Commander," Stev interjected, "it would be better if Sub-commander T’Azar returned to the Phoenix with us." "Why Lieutenant?" Mon’Teith asked clearly uncomfortable with having Romulans back aboard the Phoenix. "I would not be able to transmit this data. I would need to hand deliver it," Stev explained. "That is acceptable," T’Azar said. Transporter Room 2 USS Phoenix T'Azar stood at the base of the transporter platform, data solid in hand . She looked at her sister and then at Stev. She could see that they were meant for each other. The way they seemed to be holding hands even though both were standing at parade rest."Fokima, Please thank your Captain once more for the hospitality she has shown me during this mission," T'Azar said to T'Aiya. She turned to head up the steps. "Rinam Hru’fir, wait," Stev stopped her. "What is it, Dianvm Hru’fir," T'Azar asked with a hint of mock exasperation. "I want you to have this as well," Stev handed her a small self-contained holo-unit. "What is this?" "It is an exact copy of the only holo I have of T'Aiya and me together," Stev replied. T'Azar activated the small switch. Two vulcans in Fleet uniforms standing side-by-side sprang into existence. "Thank you Dianvm Hru’fir . I will treasure this."Stev step up next to T'Azar, taking her left hand he brought it slowly to his lips and brushed a kiss there, "Take care, Rinam Hru’fir . Jhollan'trruh.""Take care of my sister, Scarecrow or I will have to deal with you," T'Azar said with a smile. Ignoring the use of his code name, Stev replied, "I will, on that you can depend." He returned to the floor next to T'Aiya. Turning to her he asked, "Aishamano, meet me for dinner in the Nest? There is something I need to take care of before then.""No," T'Aiya replied with a small impish smile. "I will meet you in your quarters after I say goodbye to my sister. Then we’ll go to dinner." "Very well. Ladies," Stev inclined his head in a small bow, turned and left the transporter room ."He is a remarkable man," T’Azar as she watched him go. "You would do well to make sure he does not leave you again." T’Aiya nodded and watched him leave then turned back to T’Azar. The sisters stood, facing each other like mirror images, looking into each others eyes. Neila, stirring on T’Aiya’s wrist, formed itself and leaped onto T’Azar’s shoulder, wrapping itself around her neck. As a child she had always liked Neila there, as a pretty necklace. Nelia purred for her and she gave it a gentle stroke. "It’s been a long time since we splashed in the falls of that little planet our parents took us to, M-113 I think is the Starfleet designation." T’Azar said, almost wistful. T’Aiya gave a very rare full-smile at the memory. It was practically the last time the sisters were together before the family was dissolved. "Do you ever miss them? Our parents?" T’Aiya asked. T’Aiya saw a brief glimpse of pain in her sisters eyes, something only she would notice, having seen it in her own, as she refocused on the here and now. "I do not allow myself such indulgences," said the Tal Shi’ar officer, "it leads to dangerous distractions," She finished a little softer. T’Aiya gave a knowing nod, as that had been her approach to her memories as well. "Are you . . . happy?" T’Aiya asked. T’Azar thought for a moment. "As happy as I can be, all considered," she replied. T’Aiya got the impression her sister had hoped for a different life. "We may or may not see each other again, fokima, I’m glad to see you have made a life for yourself. Our parents would have been proud." "Of both of us, T’Azar," T’Aiya said. "I expect you have kept up father’s fight against the injustices he used to speak of on Romulus." "T’Azar suddenly looked stern, "There are no injustices on Romulus." responded the Tal Shi’ar agent in a commanding tone. Then T’Azar gave a small smile and winked, "However, I must make my superiors aware that the Sirshos’im are more than a myth." The sisters hugged at which time Neila slipped back onto T’Aiya’s wrist. T’Azar then turned, stepped onto the transporter as T’Aiya moved to the controls. "Live Long and Prosper, Sister," T’Azar said raising her hand in a Vulcan salute. "Peace and Long Life, Sister" responded T’Aiya returning the salute. "Jhollan'trruh." She said as her twin shimmered back to the Nazgul. The USS Phoenix Deck 6 Cabin 1063 Stev was staring at a waterfall display of security code on Phread’s secure computer terminal. Stev had left T’Aiya and T’Azar alone in the transporter room and gone to his quarters. He had needed to get the mission complete signal off to Frankenstein only to have Phread report a ‘contact immediately’ signal as soon as he entered the room. He was concerned, Frankenstein rarely risked real-time communications. He had an idea of what this atypical communication was about. Not only did she lose the Kumori Tenmaku but Alliea had risked a lot by actually involving herself in the mission. He also knew that was a waste of time to speculate as he would know for certain just as soon as Phread, Nellie, and October’s computers had synched the security. The waterfall display faded to the distorted image of a male humanoid, "Scarecrow," the electronically filtered voice began. "Frankenstein," the Vulcan replied. "First congratulations on accomplishing the mission. However, I’m removing the Enchantress from active October duty," Frankenstein began. "I suspected this was coming, sir," Stev replied. "This latest mission only proves existing speculation that her idea of covert operations is incompatible with October’s overall mission. We do the job and NO ONE knows we’ve done it," the emphasis was clear even with the electronic distortion. "She gets the job done," Stev protested a little loudly. "Yes," Frankenstein acknowledged, "but she does better with supervision. Left to her own devices, she still behaves like a 21st century cop." "I understand sir." "That is why she’s being removed from active October duty and placed somewhere where you can keep an eye on her." Fleeting visions of the Elba III penal colony danced across Stev’s mind’s eye, "Sir I must protest." "Protest all you want Scarecrow, but she’s still being assigned to your cornfield." "But…," Stev stopped as the words sank in past his emotional outburst, recognizing the code word for the Phoenix he continued, "She’s being assigned here?" "Yes, as of 30 seconds ago she’s a graduate of the Academy where she was attending classes from the moment you brought her back in time. She’s been serving on board the Flying Dutchman for the past year." Recognizing October’s completely electronic addition to the Fleet’s roster, Stev replied, "Nice touch." "She’ll be doing what she does best. Her new records indicate she’s a trained Federation security officer," Frankenstein replied. "How much of her background is being falsified?" "Very little actually, I was surprised at the sheer number of people we’ve plucked out of various points in the time stream. We’re just obscuring the details somewhat." "Just a little point that will need to be dealt with sir…," Stev paused momentarily. "Yes?" "Captain Lawrence has read most of my file and Commander Mon’Teith was on hand during the rescue. In addition to both officers, Commander Seabrook and Lieutenant Llire also know of portions of her actual history," the Vulcan paused before continuing, "I’d prefer not to mindwipe all of my shipmates." The electronic interference just barely masked a small chuckle, "I’ll have Admiral Evans contact Captain Lawrence personally," there was another slight pause that could have been static or that of a man collecting his thoughts, "I know the crew of the Phoenix. They can be trusted. Besides, I know you. You haven’t told anyone other than T’Aiya, Seabrook and your Captain your real story." "Thank you sir. I’ll keep an eye on her." "I’m expecting you to. I’m hoping that someday she can return to active status." "Knowing her the way I do, sir, I expect that to be a certainty." Stev shut down the communications link. He was going to have an interesting conversation with Alliea, of that he was sure. Later after the Nazgul returned to Romulan space "When are T’Aiya and Neila coming?" Phread’s query was straight text; the little tribble quivered imparting the impatience. "I don’t know little buddy," Stev replied. "T’Aiya requested to meet here before we went to dinner." "Why?" the tribble asked. "I don’t know. She said she had something important to tell us." "So when will they be here?" Stev swallowed the small amount of building irritation. He was curious and impatient as well, this was one of the few times Stev questioned his interpretations of the teachings of Surak. The questioning was fleet and momentary. Negative emotions were always the price one had to pay for experiencing the joys and pleasures of life. Satisfied once again with his convictions, Stev answered his companion. "T’Aiya stated that we would be heading to the Nest for dinner. I am assuming then that she and Neila will be here well in advance of the dinner service ending." "I could access Protocol Frodo and see where they are," Phread offered. "No," Stev answered immediately. "T’Aiya understands why we programmed the protocol. She also told me in no uncertain terms that it was only to be used in emergencies." "And this isn’t an emergency," a dejected coo accompanied the text on the screen. "No it isn’t, we’ll just have to be patient and..." The Vulcan intelligence officer didn’t get to complete the sentence. He was interrupted by the door signal. Recognizing the familiar presence, Stev looked towards the door, "That should be the answer to our questions, little buddy." Stev exited the private suite and entered the common room of the quarters he shared with Lieutenant DeHart. He approached the door and activated it. "T’Aiya, Neila," Stev greeted them both. "Aishamano," T’Aiya said as she stepped into the room. Surprised at the greeting, Stev was at a loss for words. T’Aiya strode purposefully through the common room towards the door to Stev’s suite. Stev recovered and met T’Aiya at the door in just enough time that she was able to walk through the door without stopping. "Aishamano?" Stev asked. "Yes," T’Aiya answered, her face showing a number of conflicting emotions. "So we are shonmano once more?" Stev asked. "Yes, yes, yes, yes," Phread’s reply scrolled across his terminal. Reading the tribble’s response, an impish smile formed on T’Aiya’s lips, "No, not exactly." Confused, Stev with a puzzled look on his face asked, "Then what are you proposing?" "I will be honest, Aishamano, being exposed to your secrets makes me wonder what else you are hiding from me." "I was not expecting to find my protégé amongst the listening post crew," Stev offered. "I understand that," T’Aiya replied. "That is my point. How many things are you keeping from me simply because they haven’t been relevant?" "It has not been my intention to mislead you," Stev answered. "I know; that’s what made this a difficult decision." Seeing a slight downcast to Stev’s face, T’Aiya quickly added, "You were not the only one to keep mementos of our previous time together." A look of mild confusion mixed with curiosity crossed Stev’s face. Without saying a word T'Aiya crossed the distance between the two of them and handed him a familiar green box. Opening it he discovered an Il'Licep Pearl nestled in a gold band. "Is this?" his question formed of its own accord. "Yes it is the wedding band you gave me in Paris over thirteen years ago," she replied. "Why are you giving it back?" he asked. "You misunderstand, Aishamano," she emphasized the last word. "After talking with T’Azar, I realized that there was something missing from my life." "You want me back?" he asked. "Eventually, yes. For the present I believe the Falik’an to be in our best interest." "The engagement ceremony? Why?" "We need more time to reacquaint ourselves with each other. We also need to rebuild the trust that the aishara have for each other. However given our history we are so much more than mere shonmano." Wordlessly she took the band from its box and placed it on the fourth finger of her left hand, and then she offered her hand. Stev took it and gallantly kissed it. When he had finished and straightened up to gaze at her once more, T'Aiya reached up and placed her fingertips along the right side of Stev's face. Stev reciprocated the gesture and together they spoke. "My mind to your mind; my thoughts to your thoughts; never touching and always touched; apart but never parted or apart yet one." {"Finally,"} Neila added it’s thoughts to the proceeding. "Yes," Phread’s reply flashed on his screen. <"One more thing,"> Stev thought across the newly reformed bond. <"And that would be?"> T’Aiya thought back a small smile once again on her face. "This," Stev said out loud. Placing one arm behind her back he swept her backward across the arm. Wrapping his other arm around her waist he lowered his mouth to hers. Responding she wrapped both of her arms around his neck. Their lips met in a kiss of an intensity that only touch telepaths could fully understand. Lexicon: Fokima – Sister Jhollan'trruh (Jolan tru) - Generic semiformal greeting and farewell. ("Have a nice day") nye – fire olhan’t – talon sah bum nim – Tae Kwon Do’s equivalent of a Sensei Dianvm Hru’fir - Brother by marriage – (i.e. brother-in-law) Rinam Hru’fir – Sister by marriage Lloann'na – Federation Vuhtchee iehy – Lower disrupters Sirshos’im – The soul eaters Lipitah - ceremonial dagger used by the Sirshos’im Ek’zeru - a golden ankh-like amulet Ninj’dai – The protectors of Vulcan; thought to be mythical Dobok – Tae Kwon Do uniform Venjez’rit – Leader of any one individual Sirshos’im cell Al’mos’at toi’itsk – Your defeat is soon Hu’dini – ancient Vulcan mind trick to convince others you are not there M’kertni – ancient Vulcan concentration technique yeop chagi - Tae Kwon Do side kick trebor - Romulan invective. Closest Federation idiom would be bitch shonmano – Unbonded adult in romantic relationship (roughly analogous to human boyfriend/girlfriend) Falik’an – engagement aishara - married couple *Loosely translated Well, since my baby left me, I found a new place to dwell. Historians notes: T’Azar’s & T’Aiya’s history is available on request. Stev & T’Azar’s mission on Romulus will be detailed in the forthcoming Personal Log story "United or Untied" Alliea’s rescue from the 21st century was detailed in the Personal Log story "The Stitch" The story of Stev & T’Aiya’s original engagement was detailed in the "Shore Leave" story from the files of the USS Lexington, reprinted in the Personal Logs section. |