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*Deep Space 61, Torpedo Bay 119. Captains Allington and Saph have returned from the Memorial Service on Celes Prime, now forced to conduct a funeral and memorial service of their own*
Ryan: We've gone through some tough times in the past few weeks. I don't think any of us were ready for it. We've lost a lot of good men and women, lost a lot of friends. But, it's important that we remember that they died in the service of their duty, and the principles they swore to protect. We, therefore, commit these bodies to the deep.
*Amazing Grace plays*
Security Lt.: Attention! *All attendees stand at attention*
*Ryan begins reciting the names of all 563 officers killed in the recent attacks*
Ryan: Davison, R. Mandelli, T. And Berman, R. From the stars we came, and to the stars we return, from now until the end of time.
*Outside, 12 Peregrine fighters escort 563 torpedo casings carrying the bodies of those lost, as the travel toward the nearby star.*
*Back at the ceremony*
Ryan: Dismissed.
*As every attending officer leaves the room, save one, Captain Saph walks over to Ryan*
Ryan: This is the worst part of the job; having to commit their bodies...
Daya: There's one thing worse. Have you contacted their families yet?
Ryan: You're right. *Sighs* That's the worst part. Every time I try to phrase the letters of condolences, it just... doesn't sound right.
Daya: I'll give you a hand. 198 of those crewman were from my crew.
Ryan: Daya, right now you're--
Daya: I've still got a couple of months.
Ryan: And then what? A Nadion Radiation burst is gonna kill your symbiont? Then you die a few hours later?
Daya: There are risks when becoming a host, Ryan. I am the youngest Trill to be joined, that means I had to be even more aware of what I was getting into. I had to worry about risks when I joined Starfleet as well.
Ryan: That doesn't make it any easier! This is why I hate having to write those letters! It--
Daya: You're changing the subject! I've got 2 months. That's 2 months for Saph to be cured. I'd rather look at it like that than looking at it like I only have 2 months.
Ryan: It's just... It's just that...
Daya: What?
Ryan: We've been friends since day one at the Academy, right?
Daya: Yeah, so?
Ryan: When my parents died, you were one of the only people I could talk to, and one of the only people who helped my choose to stay in Starfleet.
Daya: I remember.
Ryan: The day we graduated, I told you that there was something I wanted to tell you. Then, my shuttle to Utopia Planetia arrived and... I didn't get time to say it.
Daya: Say what?
Ryan: The day you helped me accept what happened to my parents' deaths, I think I... I fell in love with you. It just, always felt strange talking to you about it and-- Why are you smiling like that?
Daya: Ryan,... I've been in love with you since Day One.
*The two just stand there, holding each other in the other's arms.*
*Raptor's Perch. A small planet in the Epsilon Dragos System. No where else would you find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. It's for this reason, the Klingon Empire and Starfleet Command keep the planet under close surveillance for outlaw traffic, such as the Orion Freighter touching down at Falcon Space-port at this very moment, undoubtedly carrying a heavy load of slave labour for purchase, including several abductees from a Federation Starship not too far away, and also a passenger; a certain Starfleet Intelligence Operative, found in a shuttle not far away, whose name didn't come up on any SI personnel rosters. His mission: Identify and extract an operative from his bureau whose cover is at risk. He walks off the loading ramp, tagging Federation and Klingon Citizens for beam-out upon reaching either faction's space, heading for check-in*
Clerk: This travel-card hasn't been used in some time.
Agent: I've been doing a lot of business out on the rim.
Clerk: Seen anything interesting?
Agent: ...Yes.
Clerk: Well, Mr. Danford, everything seems to be in order.
Danford: Thank you. *Takes back travel-card*
Clerk: Enjoy your stay, if that's even possible.
*Danford walks out of Customs and into the strange, bustling jungle that is Falcon City.*
Matthew: you all have been my handpicked officers. I have chosen you because you all do your jobs well. I am putting you all in charge of making sure the fleet runs smoothly. Before anyone can ask i have important business i must take care of away from here. Any questions. No good. You will find your instructions on your padds dismissed.
He soon leaves the ship abourd his modified captains yatch. Heading for the transwarp gate to battle group omega. When he arrives he enters the gate and heads into borg space. Where he receives a short data transmission.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
*Shelana sits in her ready room during the night to check on status reports.*
Shelana: Now I see why he hated this part of the job.. *sips some coffee and set in down on the desk* What do you think of these new ensigns sir? Something just seems odd about a lot of them. Dorman however I dunno how to say it.. *she glances over to the bust of her predecessor in the ready room. It was hard to see the Admiral a friend she knew from the Battle of Vega commit to pushing an asteroid back with a shuttle craft.. It was harder still after the miracle happened, there was no sign of the shuttle, just a warm bright light.*
I wonder if I should contact Kara and tell her the news.... ( she shuts her eyes and rubs them a little) No... she would die if I told her... I think its best that she remain blissfully ignorant of what has happened.
*A beep on her terminal*
*SHelana taps it and it is Admiral Derek Ross, his eyes a metallic brown but still as caring as ever.*
Derek Ross: Evening Captain.
Shelana: To you as well Admiral.
Derek Ross: I tried to talk to you about what happened to me over the past couple of weeks but I admit it was a bad time. A bad time for everyone.
Shelana: Yes.. I know.. You knew him since the academy days didn't you?
Derek Ross: Yeah he was as brash as he was then too. But he was friendly, heck me, him, Val, and Bat'rak perhaps knew him quite well. I think that Starfleet had not seen a group such as us for a long time.
Shelana: Are you sure you wanted to reminisce ?
Derek Ross: Oh.. I am sorry... Just hard for me too... A lot at times. Especially since there was so much I wanted to ask him about this ascension. Especially when it happened to me, it was and is still overwhelming... Feeling the entire galaxy, feeling the lifeforce of the cosmos. The warmth inside a lot of us. But I especially feel more than that for you, none of it matters...
Shelana: *she interrupts Ross* Are you even sure thats what you feel? I just don't know about all of the ascension stuff... It just seems too much...
Derek Ross: I assure you Shelana I my feelings haven't changed.. Are you sure you are not trying to press what Northman did to all of us on me...
Shelana: I am sorry Derek... It is just going to take me awhile to get used to all of this.
Derek Ross: Of course Shelana... I understand that.. You know where to reach me when you get used to it..
*The transmission ends.*
Shelana: *sighs* Damn it... *All her rage is focused on the memory of Northman...and despair because she knew her friend would not want her to hate him... But pity him... and not to mourn for the dead, but to pity the living especially those like Northman.*
*Deep Space 61, Torpedo Bay 119. Captains Allington and Saph have returned from the Memorial Service on Celes Prime, now forced to conduct a funeral and memorial service of their own*
Ryan: We've gone through some tough times in the past few weeks. I don't think any of us were ready for it. We've lost a lot of good men and women, lost a lot of friends. But, it's important that we remember that they died in the service of their duty, and the principles they swore to protect. We, therefore, commit these bodies to the deep.
*Amazing Grace plays*
Security Lt.: Attention! *All attendees stand at attention*
*Ryan begins reciting the names of all 563 officers killed in the recent attacks*
Ryan: Davison, R. Mandelli, T. And Berman, R. From the stars we came, and to the stars we return, from now until the end of time.
*Outside, 12 Peregrine fighters escort 563 torpedo casings carrying the bodies of those lost, as the travel toward the nearby star.*
*Back at the ceremony*
Ryan: Dismissed.
*As every attending officer leaves the room, save one, Captain Saph walks over to Ryan*
Ryan: This is the worst part of the job; having to commit their bodies...
Daya: There's one thing worse. Have you contacted their families yet?
Ryan: You're right. *Sighs* That's the worst part. Every time I try to phrase the letters of condolences, it just... doesn't sound right.
Daya: I'll give you a hand. 198 of those crewman were from my crew.
Ryan: Daya, right now you're--
Daya: I've still got a couple of months.
Ryan: And then what? A Nadion Radiation burst is gonna kill your symbiont? Then you die a few hours later?
Daya: There are risks when becoming a host, Ryan. I am the youngest Trill to be joined, that means I had to be even more aware of what I was getting into. I had to worry about risks when I joined Starfleet as well.
Ryan: That doesn't make it any easier! This is why I hate having to write those letters! It--
Daya: You're changing the subject! I've got 2 months. That's 2 months for Saph to be cured. I'd rather look at it like that than looking at it like I only have 2 months.
Ryan: It's just... It's just that...
Daya: What?
Ryan: We've been friends since day one at the Academy, right?
Daya: Yeah, so?
Ryan: When my parents died, you were one of the only people I could talk to, and one of the only people who helped my choose to stay in Starfleet.
Daya: I remember.
Ryan: The day we graduated, I told you that there was something I wanted to tell you. Then, my shuttle to Utopia Planetia arrived and... I didn't get time to say it.
Daya: Say what?
Ryan: The day you helped me accept what happened to my parents' deaths, I think I... I fell in love with you. It just, always felt strange talking to you about it and-- Why are you smiling like that?
Daya: Ryan,... I've been in love with you since Day One.
*The two just stand there, holding each other in the other's arms.*
*Raptor's Perch. A small planet in the Epsilon Dragos System. No where else would you find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. It's for this reason, the Klingon Empire and Starfleet Command keep the planet under close surveillance for outlaw traffic, such as the Orion Freighter touching down at Falcon Space-port at this very moment, undoubtedly carrying a heavy load of slave labour for purchase, including several abductees from a Federation Starship not too far away, and also a passenger; a certain Starfleet Intelligence Operative, found in a shuttle not far away, whose name didn't come up on any SI personnel rosters. His mission: Identify and extract an operative from his bureau whose cover is at risk. He walks off the loading ramp, tagging Federation and Klingon Citizens for beam-out upon reaching either faction's space, heading for check-in*
Clerk: This travel-card hasn't been used in some time.
Agent: I've been doing a lot of business out on the rim.
Clerk: Seen anything interesting?
Agent: ...Yes.
Clerk: Well, Mr. Danford, everything seems to be in order.
Danford: Thank you. *Takes back travel-card*
Clerk: Enjoy your stay, if that's even possible.
*Danford walks out of Customs and into the strange, bustling jungle that is Falcon City.*
*A bar just outside Falcon City. Danford approaches a woman sitting at the bar and takes a seat next to her.*
Danford: It's a beautiful night tonight.
Woman: Really? How many stars can you see?
Danford: 31.
*The two walk over to a table near the east wall of the room, sitting down and activating an acoustic dampening field*
Woman: We can talk privately now. Drake sent you?
Danford: You did hit your subspace transponder. There's a ship outside the city waiting to pick us up.
Woman: You mean to pick you up.
Danford: What are you--?
Woman: The syndicate's onto me. I'll never make it off the planet. *Hands him a data rod* This rod has every byte of data I've collected. Triple Baker 31 cypher encryption. Get it to Frank!
*As Danford leaves the bar, followed by the Woman a few moments later, he hears an energy blast, probably a plasma-based phaser, meaning Starfleet, whiz past his head. He turns around to see a pile of dust where the Female S-31 agent was moments ago. He makes his way to the extraction point, getting aboard his escape vehicle and leaving the system as fast as possible.*
Matthew sits in his shuttle as he heads back. His console beeps as he slowly turns he taps a few controls.
Man: do you have my target for me.
Rommel: yes he is a starfleet admiral i need removed to make it easier to get my goals achieved. Your target is admiral ross. I can arrange a meeting between the two of us if you would like. I want accidents to befall all of these "mutant" officers in command. Do your job well and dont trace it back to me and you will be payed very well.
Man: they will never know what hit them.
Rommel sits back in his chair looks over at a holo of a woman and a child. Silently curses northman for there deaths and swears again to himself that these mutant humans wont threaten any normal person again.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
*USS Dogos Gear is on patrol near the Romulan border. They have been extremely friendly and chatty since the miracle on Celes Prime. They have made overtures for peace and an Allaince with the klingon empire and with the Federation. With the moderate number of Newtypes among all races peace was becoming more of a reality. Something never seen before. The VGI with its near annihalation by Northman the remnants rejoined their respective governments.*
Derek Ross: * Sits in his ready room looking at a picture of the group he was with at the academy... They were 4 but now they are now three..* *sighs* I know Allen I am learning as well as I can this peace must be secured. But why do I feel unease, like someone is watching me.
*Door rings*
Derek Ross: Come
*It is Lt Fari*
Derek Ross: What is it Lt?
Fari: I have the report of our scans of the area. *Hands the Admiral the data pad*
Derek Ross: *Reads the data pad* Naturally nothing much of real note. Except... Emissions from a area close to the ship.
Fari: Commander Dexter is already sending security teams to check the area and the jefferies tubes, also checking for any missing crewmen.
*This puts Ross at unease but he senses breathing, like a low nervous breathing wondering somewhere near by*
Fari: Admiral?
Derek Ross: I want you to have Lt Commander Faller to raise the intruder alert. Have every one armed and on alert. All main systems locked out to everyone but me, and I want a security detail around all senior crew. Myself especially.
*USS Dogos Gear goes on to alert and security teams in EV suits secure the ship on the hull and disable the self destruct mechanism and remove it. *
*Security platoon leader reports in*
Sec.: We have secured the vessel, we are scanning for its origin and manufacture.
Derek Ross: Be quick about it. I don't trust that vessel once you have scanned the vessel scuttle it.
*With a salute the security team finishes scans of the vessel and scuttles the vessel.*
Derek Ross: What does this intruder want?
*The breathing gets louder.*
Derek Ross: *Sits down and relaxes as the breathing gets louder and a murderous intent becomes present.*
* A man drops into the ready room and slaughters the guards with familliar moves.*
Derek Ross: So a former MACO officer..
*The assassin is stunned*
Derek Ross: I know that your here to kill me.
Assassin: Thats right your existence is offending certain people that don't want a repeat of Northman...
Derek Ross: That kind of thinking always makes more violence and more Northman's and more hatred. The same thing that consumed our galaxy before.
*The assassin is stuck pondering those words. But Ross fires a high powered stunning phaser shot that takes him down*
*Ross grabs the assassin and shouts*
Ross: Who sent you?
Assassin: Go TRIBBLE yourself mutant!
*The assassin bites down on something and starts convulsing and is soon dead*
Derek Ross: God damn it..
*Ross opens the door and Commander Dexter forces the door.*
Dexter: Admiral! Are you alright?
Ross: I am fine. Have the doctor preform an autopsy. I want you to patch in to Starfleet Command.
Dexter: Sir?
Ross: Things are now becoming bad Commander... We should have any newtypes protected. Also Patch in Captain Ryan.
*Dorman has been working his tail off for the last 7 days to make a good impression on his crew*
Lt. Dreyden: Hey Willy, do you think you can spare some time for the holodeck?
Dorman: Sure, I am finished here anyway.
*The two begin walking to the holodeck and are chatting up a storm but Dorman just can't explain why he is uneasy. As they near the holodeck a sense of cold dread is surrounding it... Commander Kimber is drawing closer to it.*
Dorman: Dreyden... wait... something is not right....
Dreyden: What?
Dorman: *Shouting to Commander Kimber* Commander get away from there! It isn't safe *He runs over and drags her away.*
Kimber: Ensign What in the **** are you doing?
*The console explodes*
Kimber: Okay... how..
Dorman: I dunno... It did not feel right... It just didn't.
Kimber: Good instincts..
*As security arrives to the deck Dorman is confused and starts pondering...*
Commodore rommel receives a encrypted messgae in his ready room. As he reads it he clenches his fists and slams one into the wall leaving a large dent. He curses to himself. And types up a few codes. Sending them to agents speard out through out the quadrant. He begins thinking of ways to use the new situation to his advantage. But now also knows that ross is going to be more of a problem then he thought.
"Helm set course for starbase 39 sierra."
"Aya sir"
He knows he cant act to quickly or someone will figure it out. But certain romulan officials might want to help. He sends a message to certain romulan leaders.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
As he sits in his ready room he receives a comm from an agent.
Agent: sir there was sabatoge done to the oddysey.
Rommel: i said that ship was off limits. If it was one of ours ill have them killed.
Agent:its still under investigation should i risk looking into it.
Rommel: yes i want to know who attacked that ship.
As he closes the communication he sits back in his chair. If the odyssey is destroyed now that would ruin his long term plans. He begins to think of who would be trying to stop him from achieving his goal.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
*USS Odyssey Sick Bay; Commander Jane is examining Ensign Dorman thoroughly*
Jane: This is odd, you appear to be a Newtype Dorman... But its odd your brainwaves are slowly raising overtime. It appears to be natural and not forced through Omega particles.
Ensign Dorman: I... I can't believe I am one of those freaks....
Jane: Ensign, You are aware they are not freaks but an evolution of mankind. Your awakening is something that isn't forced like many others. Also one of the biggest heroes in Starfleet was one of the first in a very long time.
Dorman: Yeah but I also remember Northman... The man was a lunatic, some don't believe that anything needed to change... But also look what happened to that hero he paid the highest price..
Jane: Ensign, The one thing every life form must accept is that there is one toll we all have to pay... We don't know when we are going to be asked to pay it. But I knew that man. He gladly paid it so no one else would have to suffer. You should accept what has happened to you and consider it a blessing. We all have a destiny and some of us don't even know what it is. Allen knew.. and he believed in the best of all of us right down to the end.
* Dorman is silent but he says something that equally has to be considered*
Dorman: Just because one is given abilities greater than anyone else doesn't give them the right to kill and we are still human and mortal we are prone to mistakes.
Jane: You are right about that Ensign.
* USS Lancaster*
Admiral Val: I figured something like this would happen.. We are still feeling Northman's wake. Though there are reports of accidents claiming a few Newtypes around the galaxy. But the number is just wrong... No one should be dying because of accidents and happenstance. These individuals would have sensed it.
VA Bat'rak: Yes, something is afoot. Starfleet command has given us the task of hiding and protecting Newtypes. Something I find worthy.. I do wonder Admiral do androids ever evolve like humans?
Val: No my friend.. We are already advanced enough but given the happenings I do not know. It is like the Beast of Possibility has been unleashed.
* USS Acadia docked at Deep Space 61 on visit.*
VA Rei Ross: Is Captain Ryan available? I am on orders from Admiral Ross and Starfleet command. It is urgent.
*USS Odyssey*
*Dorman is standing in front of Captain Shelana*
Shelana: Doctor Jane tells me that you are a Newtype but not like the others. Your awakening is natural because for some reason your body is building Omega particles on its own.
Dorman: May I speak freely mam?
Shelana: Granted.
Dorman: To me mam I find this news confusing to say the least as I was unaffected by the Omega Particles dumped on Earth. But I just want to do my duty mam. nothing else.
Shelana: Thats good enisgn. But keep in mind that someone is trying sabtoaging the ship. Also a lot of people are mixed on Newtypes as Allen is an object of heroism but Northman was and is an object treated like a mad man from the 20th century Hitler. What that means is that we need Newtypes that can change the perception of those that hate Newtypes because of what Northman has done.
Dorman: ... Yes mam. I may not like it personally but I will try and accept what has happened to me and what my future will be.
* Dorman is on his way to his post from the lower decks, he can't sleep. The bad feeling hasn't gone away.*
Dorman: Why isn't it going away?
* A thumping noise in the corridor*
Dorman: *his fear rising but so is the feeling and he can here breathing He continues on*
* Suddenly a man drops down silently*
Dorman: *the sound of breathing is loud and his hair is standing on end.*
*The man takes a knife out and tries to sneak behind the young Ensign*
Dorman: *Something warns him sharply*
*The man stabs at Dorman but get air, Dorman then unleashes a strong series of blows that knock the intruder down. But before the individual could bite down, Dorman grabs his mouth by the jaw and rips the capsule out and knocks the man out.*
*Dorman walks over to the panel in the corridor and chimes the nearest security team. *
Dorman: Intruder Alert, I have the intruder out cold... someone get down here as fast as possible.. He tried to kill me...
Twimelek: I don't know... They seem to keep close reign on their agents through means of these poison capsules. *places the capsule gently on the desk* and some kind of conditioning that keeps them from talking about who hired them.
Shelana: Damn professional hit men. Do you think it is some kind of guild or the syndicate?
Twimelek: I do not know for sure. I could not get much from his mind. There was some kind of interference.
Shelana: What about Ensign Willy Dorman?
Twimelek: The Ensign's abilities are getting stronger but I sense nothing or anything evil about the boy or his abilities. He is as they say his own man and also an interesting individual.
As rommel waits to hear back from his assasin he goes over his plan he is prepring to give to starfleet command about "protecting" these new forms. As he waits he says to his second in command a breen commander Thot Cre'tas.
Rommel: i want you to contact your ships and see how the breen are dealing with all of this. We may be able to get them on board our plan as well.
Cre'tas nods and walks out. Now rommel simply waits.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
Rommel receives the hail. " come aboard Tomalk. I want a personal report of what happened and about this dorman."
*Tomalk beams aboard. His borg implants all over and still prevelent, as well as his pale skin. A truly grotesque figure. He walks to Rommel with an armed escort of security personnel.*
*He arrives in Rommel's ready room*
Tomalk: The boy is a Newtype but he is different than any that we have seen recently, I had my agents on board the ship spy on the vessel due to its connection to the late Decanus of Borg and his evolution. Call it prudence. Here is the medical report on Ensign Dorman. You will find it interesting. Very unlike most of the scientific knowledge we have on these mutants.
Also do not worry about links and loose ends my men are guaranteed not to leak information.. For if they fail they die. So do not worry. However this Admiral Ross, we cannot reach him he can sense our assassins coming, as well as most Newtypes out there. Killing them is quite difficult.
*Tomalk beams aboard. His borg implants all over and still prevelent, as well as his pale skin. A truly grotesque figure. He walks to Rommel with an armed escort of security personnel.*
*He arrives in Rommel's ready room*
Tomalk: The boy is a Newtype but he is different than any that we have seen recently, I had my agents on board the ship spy on the vessel due to its connection to the late Decanus of Borg and his evolution. Call it prudence. Here is the medical report on Ensign Dorman. You will find it interesting. Very unlike most of the scientific knowledge we have on these mutants.
Also do not worry about links and loose ends my men are guaranteed not to leak information.. For if they fail they die. So do not worry. However this Admiral Ross, we cannot reach him he can sense our assassins coming, as well as most Newtypes out there. Killing them is quite difficult.
Rommel looks over the report.
Hm this is interesting. He looks at his agent. Two former borg. " i want you to bring this ensign to me. I dont care how. Also if you need to just simply blow up ross ship. Or ill have to deal with hi, personally."
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
Hm this is interesting. He looks at his agent. Two former borg. " i want you to bring this ensign to me. I dont care how. Also if you need to just simply blow up ross ship. Or ill have to deal with hi, personally."
Tomalk: Also they are going to Captain Ryan at Deep Space 61 which makes things very difficult. I am also afraid that Killing Ross might not do the job. There are more Admirals in Starfleet that are like him. The only way I can imagine to bag him and these Admirals is at the Khitomer Conference in 3 weeks. All of the galaxy's major powers are going to be present as well as Starfleet Admiralty.
Tomalk: Also they are going to Captain Ryan at Deep Space 61 which makes things very difficult. I am also afraid that Killing Ross might not do the job. There are more Admirals in Starfleet that are like him. The only way I can imagine to bag him and these Admirals is at the Khitomer Conference in 3 weeks. All of the galaxy's major powers are going to be present as well as Starfleet Admiralty.
I wonder a personal question Rommel?
Yes that might work your question?
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
I am curious as to why you want to avoid harming the USS Odyssey. Is it out of respect to Decanus of Borg? Or do you hate him for not coming back in time to stop Northman?
For the ship lets say i want to give its capt a chance to choose sides when the time comes. As for the ensign being able to study his dna and the mutation will better help me be able to battle these mutans. Also i want you to put a team together for the khitomer accords.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
For the ship lets say i want to give its capt a chance to choose sides when the time comes. As for the ensign being able to study his dna and the mutation will better help me be able to battle these mutans. Also i want you to put a team together for the khitomer accords.
Tomalk: Rommel... I have already set men on the task. Both tasks as a matter in fact. Mmm. The Ensign isn't quite the normal mutant... As you can see he wasn't affected by the particles during the Dark Day. But his body is nonetheless producing Omega particles and his powers are growing...
Well. Since you are no doubt busy I will take my leave. I have things I need to attend, I will be back when I have the Ensign. Good day Admiral Rommel.
Rommel sits back in his chair after his number one agent leaves. He knows this doreman is no regular mutant. And this is what concerns him. The khitomer accoords is a major operation one he had hoped having to avoid taking. He sits and pulls out a glass and some romulan ale. He sips the drink slowly as his mind works. He uses his borg implants to quickly check the ships systems and sensors. He knows that his agents are good but he also knows people can make mkstakes. Which is why he is very diligint in finding the right people. Now he can only wait to receive news of the ensigns capture.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
Rommel sits in his ready room. His mind wanders back. He thinks of the allen he knew then him being assimilated the rescue and his end. He then thinks of northman and his people. His body tells him he needs to rest but he ignores it. He has to much at stake right now.
" allen if you where here you would tell me to think the best of people. But i dont. I know more people will use there new abilities like mitchil and northman then they will like you did. So i will stop it no matter the cost and no one is going to stop me."
He goes over the ship one more time before getting some much needed rest.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
*Deep Space 9, now fully repaired and operational. Agent Danford's ship docks at Bay 4 and he makes his way to Cargo Bay 14.*
*Cargo Bay 14, mostly empty. Next to the Cargo Transporter is a man in a black jacket and trousers. Franklin Drake.*
Danford: I have the data.
Drake: What about the Agent?
Danford: Dead. *hands over data-rod* I've already decrypted it.
Drake: Have you read any of the data?
Danford: No.
Drake: Very well. Goodbye Danford.
*Danford leaves the room. Drake takes out a data-rod adapter and places it over the Cardassian Data-rod interface. He then inserts the Federation Data-rod. He quickly reads over the mission data.*
Drake: Cr*p! Drake to Obsidian. One to beam over and set course for DS-61, maximum warp!
*A cloaked shuttle warps out of the area at full speed*
*Deep Space 61, Captain's Office. Ryan is speaking to Federation Councillor Faye of Betazed over a secure subspace channel*
Ryan: I'm not sure how smart it is placing so many "new-type" Admirals in one place, Councillor.
Faye: Forgive me for saying so, Captain, but you sound "afraid" of them.
Ryan: Not "of" them, for them. Vega Colony is in heavy riots over the awakening. Over 50 people who've evolved have been killed already.
Faye: An isolated incident!
Ryan: *Presses key on his comm unit, showing images of riots in San Francisco, Paris, New Delhi, Shikaar Province on Bajor, ShiKahr City on Vulcan, Starbase 222, and Dagos Prime.* You call that isolated? Yes, I still get FNN out here.
Faye: This is a high-profile conference at Khitomer. It'll have top security.
Ryan: You can't even keep the violence on Earth under control! EARTH of all places! If you can't keep "paradise" from descending into chaos, how am I supposed to believe you can keep Khitomer's security tight enough?!
Faye: Listen, Captain. You are NOT Starfleet anymore. You can't dictate to me how to run--
Ryan: I'm also the Governor of one of the parties attending the conference. Not to mention Pesident Okeg's advisor on the Awakening. You know what could happen if 7 awakened Admirals, all high profile, are assassinated at the largest peace gathering in 100 years! It could start a chain reaction that could start another Civil War!
Faye: I fail to see how that's your problem.
Ryan: It's my problem because I'm human, born in the Federation, and my sister's a Starfleet officer. And you should be considering what might happen if your "sufficient" security measures aren't enough! The Klingons and Cardassians have both requested that you either allow them to increase their own maximum security detachments, or increase the Federation's active detachment to maximum!
Faye: It's called "politics".
Ryan: No, it's called "bureaucracy" and "incompetence"!
Faye: I don't appreciate being called "incompetent" Captain.
Ryan: And I don't appreciate you ignoring a flashpoint situation! Now, either you put on more security for the Federation side of the Conference, or I pull my security teams off Celes Prime.
*Faye cuts the transmission. Ryan rests his face in his palm out of exasperation (i.e. facepalms) as a figure appears behind him, Siraga*
Ryan: I hate politics.
Siraga: One wonders how your kind survived all these centuries adhering to them.
Ryan: *Laughs* We manage, somehow. What do you think?
Siraga: This may be a major point in Galactic affairs. Those Admirals should be removed from the conference for their own safety.
Ryan: They can't. They're going by Presidential Order and the request of the Klingon and Romulan Governments. The Federation's downplaying the events at home as "minor", but, this is a powder keg. And, I can't help thinking that the match is gonna fall at Khitomer.
Siraga: How is your Trill friend?
Ryan: Fine.
Siraga: And you?
Ryan: She's dying. And there's nothing I can do about it.
Siraga: You're handling it better than I did.
Ryan: What?
Siraga: When my partner died, it was 1000 years ago, I was in pieces, my life destroyed. She died of an illness, similar to your Cancers, one stellar cycle after we learned of her fate.
Ryan: How did you move on?
Siraga: I haven't. Each day I wonder where she is, in that split-moment between slumber and waking. Sometimes, I turn to speak to her, and she's not there, but I don't know why she's not, then I remember. I had no-one to comfort me. My people had fallen from grace and the Veil Guardians began to leave this Galaxy's Corner of the Veil. Even the Shedai Sentinel left and fell into slumber, until Logan woke it up. Me, the Sinclaire Sentinel, and Allen's essence, we're the last Veil guardians. And, when I pass on, Sinclaire and Allen will be all that remains.
Ryan: How old are you? I mean, the Iconians vanished from our Galaxy 500,000 years ago.
Siraga: We were attacked because of our abilities and knowledge. Fear. Our attackers drove us out because of fear. We became nomads. Wandered the Galaxy for a new home. Several of us took solitude in the Veil, becoming some of it's newest Iconian Guardians. Over the following millennia, our companions left the Veil to meet up with our Brethren in a new Galaxy, but, Shyar and I stayed behind, not recognising the new Iconian Order as the one we left behind.
Ryan: You haven't answered my question. You must be at least 500,000 years old.
Siraga: Even older. The Veil prolongs my life so I may continue to protect reality.
Ryan: That's virtual immortality!
Siraga: Not quite immortality. I can grew ill and die, become injured and die, and, if I remain out of contact with the Veil for too long, I live a lifetime, and die. I can even sacrifice my prolongation by restoring life to a humanoid.
Ryan: You can't give life to other forms of creature?
Siraga: No, I can do that. Animals, I can restore life to at the expense of contact with the rift for several hours.
Ryan: What about Trillian Symbionts?
Siraga: I'm unsure. It would depend on the health of the Host, if it had one, how long the Symbiont had been dead, or how close it was to death... It should be possible, though.
Ryan: If you don't want to do it--
Siraga: No, please. Allow me to help one more person. It's been 1,000 years since I saw two people happy together.
Ryan: I won't ask you to give your life for someone else's. That's not fair.
Siraga: But, if I'm right, I wouldn't have to sacrifice my life. I shall return shortly! *With that, Siraga vanishes*
The bismark soon arrives and the former vgi station delta. It is not on any charts since it has been abondonded for some time. Rommel beams abour with two of his security troopers.
Rommel: check over the stations. We can use this as ourown base.
The security officers leave. Rommel stands on the abondonded and moderatly damaged control center. Thinking of the coming khitomer accords. He has been requested to attend. And he sends a message to his numerous agents to get in as security officers for the meeting. He trust his number one agent but he knows having a back up plan will be crucial. He goes over the comm that they picked up with station 61. He knows some will be at high alert and that makes his job harder.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
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Ryan: We've gone through some tough times in the past few weeks. I don't think any of us were ready for it. We've lost a lot of good men and women, lost a lot of friends. But, it's important that we remember that they died in the service of their duty, and the principles they swore to protect. We, therefore, commit these bodies to the deep.
*Amazing Grace plays*
Security Lt.: Attention! *All attendees stand at attention*
*Ryan begins reciting the names of all 563 officers killed in the recent attacks*
Ryan: Davison, R. Mandelli, T. And Berman, R. From the stars we came, and to the stars we return, from now until the end of time.
*Outside, 12 Peregrine fighters escort 563 torpedo casings carrying the bodies of those lost, as the travel toward the nearby star.*
*Back at the ceremony*
Ryan: Dismissed.
*As every attending officer leaves the room, save one, Captain Saph walks over to Ryan*
Ryan: This is the worst part of the job; having to commit their bodies...
Daya: There's one thing worse. Have you contacted their families yet?
Ryan: You're right. *Sighs* That's the worst part. Every time I try to phrase the letters of condolences, it just... doesn't sound right.
Daya: I'll give you a hand. 198 of those crewman were from my crew.
Ryan: Daya, right now you're--
Daya: I've still got a couple of months.
Ryan: And then what? A Nadion Radiation burst is gonna kill your symbiont? Then you die a few hours later?
Daya: There are risks when becoming a host, Ryan. I am the youngest Trill to be joined, that means I had to be even more aware of what I was getting into. I had to worry about risks when I joined Starfleet as well.
Ryan: That doesn't make it any easier! This is why I hate having to write those letters! It--
Daya: You're changing the subject! I've got 2 months. That's 2 months for Saph to be cured. I'd rather look at it like that than looking at it like I only have 2 months.
Ryan: It's just... It's just that...
Daya: What?
Ryan: We've been friends since day one at the Academy, right?
Daya: Yeah, so?
Ryan: When my parents died, you were one of the only people I could talk to, and one of the only people who helped my choose to stay in Starfleet.
Daya: I remember.
Ryan: The day we graduated, I told you that there was something I wanted to tell you. Then, my shuttle to Utopia Planetia arrived and... I didn't get time to say it.
Daya: Say what?
Ryan: The day you helped me accept what happened to my parents' deaths, I think I... I fell in love with you. It just, always felt strange talking to you about it and-- Why are you smiling like that?
Daya: Ryan,... I've been in love with you since Day One.
*The two just stand there, holding each other in the other's arms.*
*Raptor's Perch. A small planet in the Epsilon Dragos System. No where else would you find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. It's for this reason, the Klingon Empire and Starfleet Command keep the planet under close surveillance for outlaw traffic, such as the Orion Freighter touching down at Falcon Space-port at this very moment, undoubtedly carrying a heavy load of slave labour for purchase, including several abductees from a Federation Starship not too far away, and also a passenger; a certain Starfleet Intelligence Operative, found in a shuttle not far away, whose name didn't come up on any SI personnel rosters. His mission: Identify and extract an operative from his bureau whose cover is at risk. He walks off the loading ramp, tagging Federation and Klingon Citizens for beam-out upon reaching either faction's space, heading for check-in*
Clerk: This travel-card hasn't been used in some time.
Agent: I've been doing a lot of business out on the rim.
Clerk: Seen anything interesting?
Agent: ...Yes.
Clerk: Well, Mr. Danford, everything seems to be in order.
Danford: Thank you. *Takes back travel-card*
Clerk: Enjoy your stay, if that's even possible.
*Danford walks out of Customs and into the strange, bustling jungle that is Falcon City.*
Trials of Blood and Fire
Moving On Parts 1-3 - Part 4
In Cold Blood
Matthew: you all have been my handpicked officers. I have chosen you because you all do your jobs well. I am putting you all in charge of making sure the fleet runs smoothly. Before anyone can ask i have important business i must take care of away from here. Any questions. No good. You will find your instructions on your padds dismissed.
He soon leaves the ship abourd his modified captains yatch. Heading for the transwarp gate to battle group omega. When he arrives he enters the gate and heads into borg space. Where he receives a short data transmission.
Shelana: Now I see why he hated this part of the job.. *sips some coffee and set in down on the desk* What do you think of these new ensigns sir? Something just seems odd about a lot of them. Dorman however I dunno how to say it.. *she glances over to the bust of her predecessor in the ready room. It was hard to see the Admiral a friend she knew from the Battle of Vega commit to pushing an asteroid back with a shuttle craft.. It was harder still after the miracle happened, there was no sign of the shuttle, just a warm bright light.*
I wonder if I should contact Kara and tell her the news.... ( she shuts her eyes and rubs them a little) No... she would die if I told her... I think its best that she remain blissfully ignorant of what has happened.
*A beep on her terminal*
*SHelana taps it and it is Admiral Derek Ross, his eyes a metallic brown but still as caring as ever.*
Derek Ross: Evening Captain.
Shelana: To you as well Admiral.
Derek Ross: I tried to talk to you about what happened to me over the past couple of weeks but I admit it was a bad time. A bad time for everyone.
Shelana: Yes.. I know.. You knew him since the academy days didn't you?
Derek Ross: Yeah he was as brash as he was then too. But he was friendly, heck me, him, Val, and Bat'rak perhaps knew him quite well. I think that Starfleet had not seen a group such as us for a long time.
Shelana: Are you sure you wanted to reminisce ?
Derek Ross: Oh.. I am sorry... Just hard for me too... A lot at times. Especially since there was so much I wanted to ask him about this ascension. Especially when it happened to me, it was and is still overwhelming... Feeling the entire galaxy, feeling the lifeforce of the cosmos. The warmth inside a lot of us. But I especially feel more than that for you, none of it matters...
Shelana: *she interrupts Ross* Are you even sure thats what you feel? I just don't know about all of the ascension stuff... It just seems too much...
Derek Ross: I assure you Shelana I my feelings haven't changed.. Are you sure you are not trying to press what Northman did to all of us on me...
Shelana: I am sorry Derek... It is just going to take me awhile to get used to all of this.
Derek Ross: Of course Shelana... I understand that.. You know where to reach me when you get used to it..
*The transmission ends.*
Shelana: *sighs* Damn it... *All her rage is focused on the memory of Northman...and despair because she knew her friend would not want her to hate him... But pity him... and not to mourn for the dead, but to pity the living especially those like Northman.*
*A bar just outside Falcon City. Danford approaches a woman sitting at the bar and takes a seat next to her.*
Danford: It's a beautiful night tonight.
Woman: Really? How many stars can you see?
Danford: 31.
*The two walk over to a table near the east wall of the room, sitting down and activating an acoustic dampening field*
Woman: We can talk privately now. Drake sent you?
Danford: You did hit your subspace transponder. There's a ship outside the city waiting to pick us up.
Woman: You mean to pick you up.
Danford: What are you--?
Woman: The syndicate's onto me. I'll never make it off the planet. *Hands him a data rod* This rod has every byte of data I've collected. Triple Baker 31 cypher encryption. Get it to Frank!
*As Danford leaves the bar, followed by the Woman a few moments later, he hears an energy blast, probably a plasma-based phaser, meaning Starfleet, whiz past his head. He turns around to see a pile of dust where the Female S-31 agent was moments ago. He makes his way to the extraction point, getting aboard his escape vehicle and leaving the system as fast as possible.*
Trials of Blood and Fire
Moving On Parts 1-3 - Part 4
In Cold Blood
Man: do you have my target for me.
Rommel: yes he is a starfleet admiral i need removed to make it easier to get my goals achieved. Your target is admiral ross. I can arrange a meeting between the two of us if you would like. I want accidents to befall all of these "mutant" officers in command. Do your job well and dont trace it back to me and you will be payed very well.
Man: they will never know what hit them.
Rommel sits back in his chair looks over at a holo of a woman and a child. Silently curses northman for there deaths and swears again to himself that these mutant humans wont threaten any normal person again.
Derek Ross: * Sits in his ready room looking at a picture of the group he was with at the academy... They were 4 but now they are now three..* *sighs* I know Allen I am learning as well as I can this peace must be secured. But why do I feel unease, like someone is watching me.
*Door rings*
Derek Ross: Come
*It is Lt Fari*
Derek Ross: What is it Lt?
Fari: I have the report of our scans of the area. *Hands the Admiral the data pad*
Derek Ross: *Reads the data pad* Naturally nothing much of real note. Except... Emissions from a area close to the ship.
Fari: Commander Dexter is already sending security teams to check the area and the jefferies tubes, also checking for any missing crewmen.
*This puts Ross at unease but he senses breathing, like a low nervous breathing wondering somewhere near by*
Fari: Admiral?
Derek Ross: I want you to have Lt Commander Faller to raise the intruder alert. Have every one armed and on alert. All main systems locked out to everyone but me, and I want a security detail around all senior crew. Myself especially.
*USS Dogos Gear goes on to alert and security teams in EV suits secure the ship on the hull and disable the self destruct mechanism and remove it. *
*Security platoon leader reports in*
Sec.: We have secured the vessel, we are scanning for its origin and manufacture.
Derek Ross: Be quick about it. I don't trust that vessel once you have scanned the vessel scuttle it.
*With a salute the security team finishes scans of the vessel and scuttles the vessel.*
Derek Ross: What does this intruder want?
*The breathing gets louder.*
Derek Ross: *Sits down and relaxes as the breathing gets louder and a murderous intent becomes present.*
* A man drops into the ready room and slaughters the guards with familliar moves.*
Derek Ross: So a former MACO officer..
*The assassin is stunned*
Derek Ross: I know that your here to kill me.
Assassin: Thats right your existence is offending certain people that don't want a repeat of Northman...
Derek Ross: That kind of thinking always makes more violence and more Northman's and more hatred. The same thing that consumed our galaxy before.
*The assassin is stuck pondering those words. But Ross fires a high powered stunning phaser shot that takes him down*
*Ross grabs the assassin and shouts*
Ross: Who sent you?
Assassin: Go TRIBBLE yourself mutant!
*The assassin bites down on something and starts convulsing and is soon dead*
Derek Ross: God damn it..
*Ross opens the door and Commander Dexter forces the door.*
Dexter: Admiral! Are you alright?
Ross: I am fine. Have the doctor preform an autopsy. I want you to patch in to Starfleet Command.
Dexter: Sir?
Ross: Things are now becoming bad Commander... We should have any newtypes protected. Also Patch in Captain Ryan.
*Dorman has been working his tail off for the last 7 days to make a good impression on his crew*
Lt. Dreyden: Hey Willy, do you think you can spare some time for the holodeck?
Dorman: Sure, I am finished here anyway.
*The two begin walking to the holodeck and are chatting up a storm but Dorman just can't explain why he is uneasy. As they near the holodeck a sense of cold dread is surrounding it... Commander Kimber is drawing closer to it.*
Dorman: Dreyden... wait... something is not right....
Dreyden: What?
Dorman: *Shouting to Commander Kimber* Commander get away from there! It isn't safe *He runs over and drags her away.*
Kimber: Ensign What in the **** are you doing?
*The console explodes*
Kimber: Okay... how..
Dorman: I dunno... It did not feel right... It just didn't.
Kimber: Good instincts..
*As security arrives to the deck Dorman is confused and starts pondering...*
' What the hell'
"Helm set course for starbase 39 sierra."
"Aya sir"
He knows he cant act to quickly or someone will figure it out. But certain romulan officials might want to help. He sends a message to certain romulan leaders.
Agent: sir there was sabatoge done to the oddysey.
Rommel: i said that ship was off limits. If it was one of ours ill have them killed.
Agent:its still under investigation should i risk looking into it.
Rommel: yes i want to know who attacked that ship.
As he closes the communication he sits back in his chair. If the odyssey is destroyed now that would ruin his long term plans. He begins to think of who would be trying to stop him from achieving his goal.
Jane: This is odd, you appear to be a Newtype Dorman... But its odd your brainwaves are slowly raising overtime. It appears to be natural and not forced through Omega particles.
Ensign Dorman: I... I can't believe I am one of those freaks....
Jane: Ensign, You are aware they are not freaks but an evolution of mankind. Your awakening is something that isn't forced like many others. Also one of the biggest heroes in Starfleet was one of the first in a very long time.
Dorman: Yeah but I also remember Northman... The man was a lunatic, some don't believe that anything needed to change... But also look what happened to that hero he paid the highest price..
Jane: Ensign, The one thing every life form must accept is that there is one toll we all have to pay... We don't know when we are going to be asked to pay it. But I knew that man. He gladly paid it so no one else would have to suffer. You should accept what has happened to you and consider it a blessing. We all have a destiny and some of us don't even know what it is. Allen knew.. and he believed in the best of all of us right down to the end.
* Dorman is silent but he says something that equally has to be considered*
Dorman: Just because one is given abilities greater than anyone else doesn't give them the right to kill and we are still human and mortal we are prone to mistakes.
Jane: You are right about that Ensign.
* USS Lancaster*
Admiral Val: I figured something like this would happen.. We are still feeling Northman's wake. Though there are reports of accidents claiming a few Newtypes around the galaxy. But the number is just wrong... No one should be dying because of accidents and happenstance. These individuals would have sensed it.
VA Bat'rak: Yes, something is afoot. Starfleet command has given us the task of hiding and protecting Newtypes. Something I find worthy.. I do wonder Admiral do androids ever evolve like humans?
Val: No my friend.. We are already advanced enough but given the happenings I do not know. It is like the Beast of Possibility has been unleashed.
* USS Acadia docked at Deep Space 61 on visit.*
VA Rei Ross: Is Captain Ryan available? I am on orders from Admiral Ross and Starfleet command. It is urgent.
*USS Odyssey*
*Dorman is standing in front of Captain Shelana*
Shelana: Doctor Jane tells me that you are a Newtype but not like the others. Your awakening is natural because for some reason your body is building Omega particles on its own.
Dorman: May I speak freely mam?
Shelana: Granted.
Dorman: To me mam I find this news confusing to say the least as I was unaffected by the Omega Particles dumped on Earth. But I just want to do my duty mam. nothing else.
Shelana: Thats good enisgn. But keep in mind that someone is trying sabtoaging the ship. Also a lot of people are mixed on Newtypes as Allen is an object of heroism but Northman was and is an object treated like a mad man from the 20th century Hitler. What that means is that we need Newtypes that can change the perception of those that hate Newtypes because of what Northman has done.
Dorman: ... Yes mam. I may not like it personally but I will try and accept what has happened to me and what my future will be.
* Dorman is on his way to his post from the lower decks, he can't sleep. The bad feeling hasn't gone away.*
Dorman: Why isn't it going away?
* A thumping noise in the corridor*
Dorman: *his fear rising but so is the feeling and he can here breathing He continues on*
* Suddenly a man drops down silently*
Dorman: *the sound of breathing is loud and his hair is standing on end.*
*The man takes a knife out and tries to sneak behind the young Ensign*
Dorman: *Something warns him sharply*
*The man stabs at Dorman but get air, Dorman then unleashes a strong series of blows that knock the intruder down. But before the individual could bite down, Dorman grabs his mouth by the jaw and rips the capsule out and knocks the man out.*
*Dorman walks over to the panel in the corridor and chimes the nearest security team. *
Dorman: Intruder Alert, I have the intruder out cold... someone get down here as fast as possible.. He tried to kill me...
* Its captain is a mostly assimilated borg but recently liberated.*
***: Hail Rommel... I wish to inform him of this news immediately and inform him about this Dorman... and I have a gift for him.
Shiglin: Yes sir. Informing now.
OOC: This is the villain side kick for Rommel. Right hand man. You may name him*
* Shelana's security chief the Reman officer Twimelek is interrogating the prisoner. With limited success*
Twimelek: Why did you come here to kill the Ensign? *deep Reman accent*
Assassin: Bite me Reman manuga stain...
Twimelek: Mm. Alright.. Tell me who hired you out?
Assassin: Urrrgghhh
Twimelek: Get the medic!
*The assassin dies strangely..*
Rommel receives the hail. " come aboard Tomalk. I want a personal report of what happened and about this dorman."
Shelana: Who are we dealing with?
Twimelek: I don't know... They seem to keep close reign on their agents through means of these poison capsules. *places the capsule gently on the desk* and some kind of conditioning that keeps them from talking about who hired them.
Shelana: Damn professional hit men. Do you think it is some kind of guild or the syndicate?
Twimelek: I do not know for sure. I could not get much from his mind. There was some kind of interference.
Shelana: What about Ensign Willy Dorman?
Twimelek: The Ensign's abilities are getting stronger but I sense nothing or anything evil about the boy or his abilities. He is as they say his own man and also an interesting individual.
Rommel: i want you to contact your ships and see how the breen are dealing with all of this. We may be able to get them on board our plan as well.
Cre'tas nods and walks out. Now rommel simply waits.
*Tomalk beams aboard. His borg implants all over and still prevelent, as well as his pale skin. A truly grotesque figure. He walks to Rommel with an armed escort of security personnel.*
*He arrives in Rommel's ready room*
Tomalk: The boy is a Newtype but he is different than any that we have seen recently, I had my agents on board the ship spy on the vessel due to its connection to the late Decanus of Borg and his evolution. Call it prudence. Here is the medical report on Ensign Dorman. You will find it interesting. Very unlike most of the scientific knowledge we have on these mutants.
Also do not worry about links and loose ends my men are guaranteed not to leak information.. For if they fail they die. So do not worry. However this Admiral Ross, we cannot reach him he can sense our assassins coming, as well as most Newtypes out there. Killing them is quite difficult.
Rommel looks over the report.
Hm this is interesting. He looks at his agent. Two former borg. " i want you to bring this ensign to me. I dont care how. Also if you need to just simply blow up ross ship. Or ill have to deal with hi, personally."
Tomalk: Also they are going to Captain Ryan at Deep Space 61 which makes things very difficult. I am also afraid that Killing Ross might not do the job. There are more Admirals in Starfleet that are like him. The only way I can imagine to bag him and these Admirals is at the Khitomer Conference in 3 weeks. All of the galaxy's major powers are going to be present as well as Starfleet Admiralty.
I wonder a personal question Rommel?
Yes that might work your question?
I am curious as to why you want to avoid harming the USS Odyssey. Is it out of respect to Decanus of Borg? Or do you hate him for not coming back in time to stop Northman?
Tomalk: Rommel... I have already set men on the task. Both tasks as a matter in fact. Mmm. The Ensign isn't quite the normal mutant... As you can see he wasn't affected by the particles during the Dark Day. But his body is nonetheless producing Omega particles and his powers are growing...
Well. Since you are no doubt busy I will take my leave. I have things I need to attend, I will be back when I have the Ensign. Good day Admiral Rommel.
Ensign Dorman: So I am going to be held in protective custody....
Twimelek: Yes, you might now be the target for continued attacks so you will be held here until it is safe.
Dorman: Damn...
" allen if you where here you would tell me to think the best of people. But i dont. I know more people will use there new abilities like mitchil and northman then they will like you did. So i will stop it no matter the cost and no one is going to stop me."
He goes over the ship one more time before getting some much needed rest.
*Cargo Bay 14, mostly empty. Next to the Cargo Transporter is a man in a black jacket and trousers. Franklin Drake.*
Danford: I have the data.
Drake: What about the Agent?
Danford: Dead. *hands over data-rod* I've already decrypted it.
Drake: Have you read any of the data?
Danford: No.
Drake: Very well. Goodbye Danford.
*Danford leaves the room. Drake takes out a data-rod adapter and places it over the Cardassian Data-rod interface. He then inserts the Federation Data-rod. He quickly reads over the mission data.*
Drake: Cr*p! Drake to Obsidian. One to beam over and set course for DS-61, maximum warp!
*A cloaked shuttle warps out of the area at full speed*
*Deep Space 61, Captain's Office. Ryan is speaking to Federation Councillor Faye of Betazed over a secure subspace channel*
Ryan: I'm not sure how smart it is placing so many "new-type" Admirals in one place, Councillor.
Faye: Forgive me for saying so, Captain, but you sound "afraid" of them.
Ryan: Not "of" them, for them. Vega Colony is in heavy riots over the awakening. Over 50 people who've evolved have been killed already.
Faye: An isolated incident!
Ryan: *Presses key on his comm unit, showing images of riots in San Francisco, Paris, New Delhi, Shikaar Province on Bajor, ShiKahr City on Vulcan, Starbase 222, and Dagos Prime.* You call that isolated? Yes, I still get FNN out here.
Faye: This is a high-profile conference at Khitomer. It'll have top security.
Ryan: You can't even keep the violence on Earth under control! EARTH of all places! If you can't keep "paradise" from descending into chaos, how am I supposed to believe you can keep Khitomer's security tight enough?!
Faye: Listen, Captain. You are NOT Starfleet anymore. You can't dictate to me how to run--
Ryan: I'm also the Governor of one of the parties attending the conference. Not to mention Pesident Okeg's advisor on the Awakening. You know what could happen if 7 awakened Admirals, all high profile, are assassinated at the largest peace gathering in 100 years! It could start a chain reaction that could start another Civil War!
Faye: I fail to see how that's your problem.
Ryan: It's my problem because I'm human, born in the Federation, and my sister's a Starfleet officer. And you should be considering what might happen if your "sufficient" security measures aren't enough! The Klingons and Cardassians have both requested that you either allow them to increase their own maximum security detachments, or increase the Federation's active detachment to maximum!
Faye: It's called "politics".
Ryan: No, it's called "bureaucracy" and "incompetence"!
Faye: I don't appreciate being called "incompetent" Captain.
Ryan: And I don't appreciate you ignoring a flashpoint situation! Now, either you put on more security for the Federation side of the Conference, or I pull my security teams off Celes Prime.
Faye: You wouldn't.
Ryan: Federation World, Federation Security responsibility.
*Faye cuts the transmission. Ryan rests his face in his palm out of exasperation (i.e. facepalms) as a figure appears behind him, Siraga*
Ryan: I hate politics.
Siraga: One wonders how your kind survived all these centuries adhering to them.
Ryan: *Laughs* We manage, somehow. What do you think?
Siraga: This may be a major point in Galactic affairs. Those Admirals should be removed from the conference for their own safety.
Ryan: They can't. They're going by Presidential Order and the request of the Klingon and Romulan Governments. The Federation's downplaying the events at home as "minor", but, this is a powder keg. And, I can't help thinking that the match is gonna fall at Khitomer.
Siraga: How is your Trill friend?
Ryan: Fine.
Siraga: And you?
Ryan: She's dying. And there's nothing I can do about it.
Siraga: You're handling it better than I did.
Ryan: What?
Siraga: When my partner died, it was 1000 years ago, I was in pieces, my life destroyed. She died of an illness, similar to your Cancers, one stellar cycle after we learned of her fate.
Ryan: How did you move on?
Siraga: I haven't. Each day I wonder where she is, in that split-moment between slumber and waking. Sometimes, I turn to speak to her, and she's not there, but I don't know why she's not, then I remember. I had no-one to comfort me. My people had fallen from grace and the Veil Guardians began to leave this Galaxy's Corner of the Veil. Even the Shedai Sentinel left and fell into slumber, until Logan woke it up. Me, the Sinclaire Sentinel, and Allen's essence, we're the last Veil guardians. And, when I pass on, Sinclaire and Allen will be all that remains.
Ryan: How old are you? I mean, the Iconians vanished from our Galaxy 500,000 years ago.
Siraga: We were attacked because of our abilities and knowledge. Fear. Our attackers drove us out because of fear. We became nomads. Wandered the Galaxy for a new home. Several of us took solitude in the Veil, becoming some of it's newest Iconian Guardians. Over the following millennia, our companions left the Veil to meet up with our Brethren in a new Galaxy, but, Shyar and I stayed behind, not recognising the new Iconian Order as the one we left behind.
Ryan: You haven't answered my question. You must be at least 500,000 years old.
Siraga: Even older. The Veil prolongs my life so I may continue to protect reality.
Ryan: That's virtual immortality!
Siraga: Not quite immortality. I can grew ill and die, become injured and die, and, if I remain out of contact with the Veil for too long, I live a lifetime, and die. I can even sacrifice my prolongation by restoring life to a humanoid.
Ryan: You can't give life to other forms of creature?
Siraga: No, I can do that. Animals, I can restore life to at the expense of contact with the rift for several hours.
Ryan: What about Trillian Symbionts?
Siraga: I'm unsure. It would depend on the health of the Host, if it had one, how long the Symbiont had been dead, or how close it was to death... It should be possible, though.
Ryan: If you don't want to do it--
Siraga: No, please. Allow me to help one more person. It's been 1,000 years since I saw two people happy together.
Ryan: I won't ask you to give your life for someone else's. That's not fair.
Siraga: But, if I'm right, I wouldn't have to sacrifice my life. I shall return shortly! *With that, Siraga vanishes*
Trials of Blood and Fire
Moving On Parts 1-3 - Part 4
In Cold Blood
Rommel: check over the stations. We can use this as ourown base.
The security officers leave. Rommel stands on the abondonded and moderatly damaged control center. Thinking of the coming khitomer accords. He has been requested to attend. And he sends a message to his numerous agents to get in as security officers for the meeting. He trust his number one agent but he knows having a back up plan will be crucial. He goes over the comm that they picked up with station 61. He knows some will be at high alert and that makes his job harder.