Jacob and his team materialized in the same spot he had beamed up from.
"T'Vrell and you two, you're with me, you three go with Erin and Kolez. We'll take the left hallway, you go right," Jacob said. His group started heading down their hallway, and they came to a prison block. Taking out the guards inside, T'Vrell freed the prisoners as Jacob and the MACO's stood guard. Jacob handed each prisoner a weapon, saying,v"Hold out here, we will beam you out when we get the chance."
As the group continued down the hallway, they heard a blaring alarm sound. "Quickly, find some cover!" Jacob shouted as he saw a large team of Tal'Shiar run towards them. As Jacob dove behind a storage container, a disruptor shot hit the EPS conduit above him. A stream of plasma shot out and struck Jacob in the right arm, knocking him unconscious.
(T'Vrell's Perspective)
T'Vrell saw the plasma hit Jacob, and dove over, dragging him out of harms way. Hiding behind another container, she examined the wound while the two MACO's exchanged fire with the Romulans further down the hall. Jacob's sleeve was completely burned through, and the flesh underneath was seared with plasma burns. She injected a local anesthetic into his right arm, and put a field bandage around his arm. "That should hold for now, and he will be able to fight when he wakes up," she thought, grabbing her weapon and returning her attention to fighting the Romulans.
When the attackers were taken care of, T'Vrell brought Jacob back to consciousness.
(Jacob's Perspective)
Jacob awoke with T'Vrell standing over him. "What happened?" he asked her.
T'Vrell replied, "Your arm was hit by a plasma eruption from that EPS conduit over there. You're lucky that you didn't die, sir, but your right arm is pretty damaged, so I numbed the pain to allow us to continue the mission."
"Thank you. Please get me my pistol," Jacob replied, grabbing his weapon from the MACO who gave it to him. Standing up, Jacob continued down the hallway, meeting very little resistance as he continued towards the center, freeing prisoners along the way.
The door to the main control room was locked, so T'Vrell and the MACO's flanked it as Jacob bent down to "pick the lock." While he was doing this, the second group came through the other door, and prepared to storm the control room. After messing with the wiring, Jacob heard the doors unlock, and prepared to open them, standing to the side of the doorway. He hit the open button, and was instantly grateful that he wasn't in the doorway for a swarm of disruptor shots flew through the now open entrance. Jacob place down a cover shield, and he and his team shot from behind the shield. After a few minutes of intense fighting, the Romulans in the room were all taken care of, and the team moved in to shut down the southern portion of the dampening field. He gathered all of the prisoners in the control room, and they stood in a standard defense formation. Now it was all up to whoever Quinn sent to the Northern side of e base.
H'Gall looks around his office. It was a cluttered mess, with papers, books, and PADDs everywhere. Many in the Empire do not know why or how the studious Lethean had gotten his job, but H'Gall has it. He is Chief Interrogator and Organizer of Manhunts, meaning he is the KDF search and destroy chief, that tortures on the side.
He picks up a PADD and looks at the face on it. A Romulan, young, 20-ish maybe. His name is Stelam Jhaelaa and he is currently the most wanted man in the Empire. The problem is, he isn't in the Empire and the last mission to kill him did not go well, so relations with the Romulans has soured.
H'Gall gets angry and uses his telekinetics to slam the PADD into a wall, destroying it. He then picks up his Mek'leth and disruptor, then heads out of his office. He ignires his secretary's questions, and makes his way to the transporter pads. He orders the operator to beam him to his ship, the I.K.S. Styx. He growls at the operator when she complains, and she immediately complies with his order.
He remateralizes in his K't'inga battle cruisers main transporter and makes his way to the bridge, ignoring the salutes he garners from his crew. He walks on the bridge.
"General on deck!" his first officer, Jir'lika yells.
H'Gall sits in the main chair. "Set course for New Romulus. We have a fugitive to catch." he orders Jir'lika quietly.
The Klingon warrior relays H'Gall's orders, and soon the Styx is making it's way to safe warp distance and trajectory.
"Ready on your orders sir." Jir'lika says, standing at attention.
H'Gall looks around, then smiles. Or gets as close as a Lethean can. "Maqcha!" he barks, and the ship jumps to warp.
*tal Shiar internment camp 4569*
T'vor: well, there goes another day of gruelling labour. How's the transmitter coming along?
Lattra: quiet deyhhan, the Tal Shiar are listening. *She switches her voice to a whisper* It's done. All we need to do is to send it to Earth, Qo'noS or Mol'Rihan.
T'vor, also whispering: so let's do it!
Lattra: Well then, here goes nothing. *She activates the transmitter* Anyone in range, this is Lattra of the Romulan republic. enclosed here are the co-ordinates of a tal Shiar prison camp. Held here are 550 civilians and officers, of multiple factions. Please help us. I repeat, *message repeats*
T'vor: let's hope is works. For all our sakes.
H'Gall beams down to the surface of New Romulus. He looks around, seeing incompetence everywhere. No professionals at the pad, no weapon checks, it was dishonourable. He chuckles. I'm starting to let the Klingons get to me... he thinks. He walks off the pad and makes his way through customs, throwing the idiot at the desk into the wall with his telekinetics. He completely ignores the foreman, going so far as to have his guards block him as he walks to the Romulan district.
H'Gall looks at the house. It's the same as the others, all pre-fab and ugly. He grunts and makes his way to the door, and then gestures at it and it flies open. Stelam is standing there with a knife.
"So... they sent you after all, eh?" he says, then throws the knife.
H'Gall catches it and points his disruptor at Stelam. Stelam looks it down the barrel and gulps, suddenly filled with dread and uncertainty. Can I get to Volta Vor? he thinks, No, I've killed too many. It's Areinnye for me.... He closes his eyes and waits.
"May you finally find peace..." H'Gall says as he fires.
The blast hits Stelam full on in the chest, and in a matter of microseconds, his body is gone, engulfed in red particles. Suddenly, there's screaming, yelling. A baby seems to cry from no where. H'Gall feels a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down on the floor, then cuffs on his hands. He smiles and walks out of the house with the Morairi. He is put into a cell untill much later.
H'Gall beams down to the surface of New Romulus. He looks around, seeing incompetence everywhere. No professionals at the pad, no weapon checks, it was dishonourable. He chuckles. I'm starting to let the Klingons get to me... he thinks. He walks off the pad and makes his way through customs, throwing the idiot at the desk into the wall with his telekinetics. He completely ignores the foreman, going so far as to have his guards block him as he walks to the Romulan district.
H'Gall looks at the house. It's the same as the others, all pre-fab and ugly. He grunts and makes his way to the door, and then gestures at it and it flies open. Stelam is standing there with a knife.
"So... they sent you after all, eh?" he says, then throws the knife.
H'Gall catches it and points his disruptor at Stelam. Stelam looks it down the barrel and gulps, suddenly filled with dread and uncertainty. Can I get to Volta Vor? he thinks, No, I've killed too many. It's Areinnye for me.... He closes his eyes and waits.
"May you finally find peace..." H'Gall says as he fires.
The blast hits Stelam full on in the chest, and in a matter of microseconds, his body is gone, engulfed in red particles. Suddenly, there's screaming, yelling. A baby seems to cry from no where. H'Gall feels a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down on the floor, then cuffs on his hands. He smiles and walks out of the house with the Morairi. He is put into a cell untill much later.
H'Gall chuckles as the Romulan interrogator walks in with a rather amusing device on his head. From the lack of brainwaves H'Gall could sense, he assumes that it is a telepathic inhibitor. H'Gall knows that many of his kin, if not himself, could break through that machine and have the Romulan begging for his life like a... a... what was the animal? Ah, yes, Epohh. He looks the Interrogator in the eye and smiles, something that he knows many find... unsettling.
The Romulan shivers. "So, Mister... H'Gall of the House Kragor, I am here to inform you that you are under arrest for first degree murder, and will serve a life sentence. Anything you would like to add?" he says finally, gaining confidence along the way.
"I do believe I have diplomatic immunity. Unless D'Tan has decided he no longer wishes the Empire's help?" H'Gall says smugly.
"Diplomatic immunity is resigned when an... ambassador..." he smiles a sleazy smile,"When an ambassador commits a felony. I do believe murder is still a felony in the Empire?" he adds.
"It is still a felony. But, my maqoch, hunting down a felon is not." with this he hands over a PADD with Stelam's face and record on it. "I do believe that means you where giving asylum to the most wanted man in the Empire."
"W-what? How-w did we not kn-now?" the Interrogator stutters.
"I think an apology is in order? And the keys to these cuffs?" H'Gall says with a smile and a jangle.
"I-I'm sorry, sir. I, uh, I did not know..." the Interrogator says quickly, messing with the keys and letting H'Gall out. "If you would follow me to get your personal affects?" he asks.
"Of course. And I do not think any mention of my arrest needs to be in any file, nor any mention of your... shoddy job of yours mentioned to Chancellor J'mpok." H'Gall says.
"Of course sir! No need!" the Romulan exclaims.
H'Gall chuckles and grabs his things. His mek'leth, disruptor, communicator, and badge. He thanks the officer and walks out. He makes his way to the transporter, gleaming many looks of fear and scorn. He chuckles again and smiles at some passerby, thoruoghly disturbing them. He beams to his ship and makes his way to the bridge, acknowledging the salutes on his way. He sits in the captain's chair when he gets there.
"Set course for the nearest Empire allied sector, maximum warp." H'Gall orders.
"Excuse me sir, but what about the... package in the brig?" Jir'lika asks.
The Styx comes out of warp near a K.D.F. station. It docks and most of the crew leave to relax and mostly gamble. H'Gall walks into his brig, making his way to the cell. He is suprised when he finds it open and the occupent out and stretching. H'Gall tosses him new clothes.
"So, what is my cover?" the Occupent asks.
"You're my new personal bodyguard, who doesn't talk much amd wears a scarf, goggles, and headclothe because he is horribly scarred." H'Gall says, handing him the scarf and other things.
"Name?" the Occupent replies.
"Well, think of something Orion. Because that will explain the... you know." H'Gall answers.
"Aahuus. I knew someone named that. TRIBBLE flipped me on my TRIBBLE faster than you could sah Qapla'." Aahuus says.
"Good. Now then, to debriefing." H'Gall says as he stands and walks out of the brig.
"Okay. I have a story to tell you." Aahuus says as he follows.
H'Gall leans back in his chair and takes a sip of his ale. Aahuus does the same, his expression unreadable under his scarf and goggles.
"So. Tal'Shiar operations on mol'Rihan are picking up then? And their using Hirogen? What does Sela have in mind?" H'Gall says to himself.
"I have no idea. I'm no mind reader like you're supposed to be..." Aahuus mutters.
H'Gall grunts and stands. "Well, I guess we should return to mol'Rihan. My 'official' orders are to try to repair relations with D'Tan. Unofficially, it's for us to disrupt whatever the tal'Shiar are doing on this planet now." he says.
"And I am supposed to do what?" Aahuus asks.
"Follow me, guard me, complete my orders. Then when this is over, go back to doing what you do best." H'Gall replies with a shrug.
"So this is my last mission then?" Aahuus.
"Yes well, you understand we can't officially pardon you now, due to complications. You should have been more careful." H'Gall chastises.
"Look, I apologized okay? Now let's get to the damn bridge before I decide to wring your stupid neck." Aahuus huffs.
"Just remember that you're not supposed to talk, and if you do, make it gruff. Understand, Aahuus?" H'Gall says, annoyed.
"Whatever you say, General!" Aahuus says ironically, with a sharp salute.
"Shut up..." H'Gall mutters as they walk to the bridge.
They walk to the bridge, Aahuus behind H'Gall with a Gin-tak spear, looking rather out of place. Needless to say, he gathers many a strange look. H'Gall does his best to make it seem normal, since Aahuus had insisted on carrying the spear everywhere. They make it to the bridge with little difficulty, though Aahuus knows he's going to get some challenges after. He smiles at the thought as they walk on the bridge.
Jir'lika stands with a smart salute at H'Gall, and then looks at Aahuus.
"Sir, is that the... package?" he asks after a look of confusion.
"Yes it is, Commander Jir'lika. This is Aahuus, my new bodyguard assigned by the Chancellor. He is rather... scarred, so he wears the clothe not to offend anyone." H'Gall explains.
"Any Klingon warrior should be proud of his scars! If I may say so, sir..." Jir'lika adds quickly.
"Aahuus is Orion. You know how concious they are of their apperance." H'Gall says with a shrug then sits in the chair. Aahuus stands on his left side, spear held at attention.
"Set course back to mol'Rihan. It seems the Chancellor also wishes us to repair... relations with the Romulan scum." H'Gall says sarcastically.
Ji'lika relays the orders and turns back to H'Gall. "Course layed, General."
"Moqcha!" H'Gall orders.
The Styx flies at maximum back to the point from which it came.
"Sir, we are detecting more Tal'Shiar agents moving in from the north!" Jacob heard one of the MACO's shout.
"Alright everyone move to a defensive position facing the North Gate, we have visitors coming in." Jacob told everyone in the room. The defenders moved into cover, aiming at the door. Jacob saw the door start to glow as the Romulans cut through it. After a few seconds, the door blew apart, and Jacob's team poured fire into the entrance. When the smoke cleared, the team stayed aimed at the door, preparing to take care of any stragglers. A few more Romulans popped their heads out, and were promptly stunned. Jacob sat down, and put his weapon away.
"Someone work on barricading that door," Jacob said, as he rolled up his right sleeve. As it went above his right shoulder, Jacob noticed just how bad the injury was. Above the midway point in his upper arm, the skin was completely scarred and blackened. Below that, there were patches of burnt skin. Surprisingly, due to T'Vrell quick removal of Jacob from the plasma stream, the skin wasn't completely melted, and they would probably be able to save the arm. T'Vrell walked over, and started to bandage the wound, and Jacob leaned his head back, suddenly tired, hoping that his counterpart to the north was almost at their control room.
The Styx comes out of warp, straight into several warbirds with their weapons trained on it's most vital systems. The crew immediately move to battlestations, and the ship goes to red alert.
"Jir'lika! Get the frequencies open, all of them!" H'Gall yells. This was unexpected. Maybe they decided diplomatic immunity and a wanted criminal weren't excuse enough. he thinks.
"Hails operational!" Jir'lika barks.
"Romulan vessels! This is the Klingon battleship, K.D.F. Styx! If you fire upon this vessel, it is a declaration of war!" H'Gall says quickly. "I, General H'Gall, merely wish to confer with D'Tan and apologize for the recent debacle. Or has he decided that I am a wanted criminal?"
A few seconds of disturbing silence follow. "Response incoming!" Jir'lika shouts suddenly, and a male Romulan appears on the screen.
"General, I am Epirov Enial, of the warbird Imperator. The Praetor has not declared you a criminal, but the speed of your return suprised us, and with your previous... mission, we decided it best that we be prepared." he says. "D'Tan would love to speak with you, and repair our relations. If you would be so kind as to beam down to these coordinates?"
"Epirov, I would be delighted. But, as a precaution, may I take two others with me?" H'Gall asks.
"Of course General. Security is expected of one like yourself." Enial replies with a fake smile.
"Why thank you, Epirov. We will be down shortly." H'Gall replies with a smile of his own.
"Transmission ended." Jir'lika relays, after the screen goes blank.
H'Gall stands. "Aahuus, with me. Jir'lika, tell Jolan to meet us at the transporter. Oh, and you have the bridge..." he says as he and Aahuus leave.
The lift brings them to the deck and they step out, the rythmic clinking of Aahuus' spear starting to get on H'Gall's nerves.
"Can you stop that?" H'Gall snaps.
"Stop what, General?" Aahuus replies innocently.
"The damn tapping!" H'Gall barks.
"Of course sir." Aahuus says. The tapping stops.
They walk into the transporter room, and a thick-set orion is there. Jolan. He salutes.
"General, Capta- I mean Coporal." Jolan amends.
"Jolan, from that I assume you know Aahuus?" H'Gall asks pointedly.
"We've worked together before." Jolan replies. H'Gall nods and walks onto the pad. Jolan winks at Aahuus before doing the same.
Aahuus steps onto the pad. "I hate this feeling..." he mutters as they beam.
They arrive on the planet in one piece. They are in the Main Command building. Aahuus looks around, admiring the architecture. Jolan looks at him and coughs. Aahuus immediately assumes a posture of nonchalance and walks with H'Gall to the meeting room. H'Gall turns to them just before the door.
"Stay out here. If I signal you, barge in here and kill anyone trying to do the same to me or arrest me. Understand?" he asks.
"Qapla'!" Aahuus and Jolan bark simultaenously.
"Good." H'Gall says as he walks in.
"TRIBBLE..." Aahuus mutters as the doors close and Jolan stiffles a giggle.
OOC: For purpose of time and not stepping on toes, I will not assume command of D'Tan or any other previously created character in this, unless just for a quick comment. Just assume a lot of politicking and official apologetic b.s. is going on in there.
OOC: "Why oh why hath I been abondaned?" The Thread asks.
Kuntel looks up at the terrifyed child and smiles sadly. "Dear child, you have not been abondaned. The others have merely left, soon to return. You father has to rest, having gone through a horrible ordeal. But all will be back soon, and we shall be happy again." he replies.
The Thread smiles at this and then sits in Kuntel's lap, looking at him expectantly. " Can you tell me a story, friend? It's been so long." it asks sadly.
"Of course young one. There once was a time, in a far, far away land...
And so they stayed like that, guardian and ward, sharing fanciful tales while awaiting their companions to return.
OoC: I have not left! I nearly await the return of Chris so I may continue my story.
OOC: The thread jumps up at the sight of her old friend, Timothyre. She runs over and gives him a hug. "Where have you been? Did you see Dad? What happened to Chris? Did you see how tall I've grown?" and generally carried on in the way youngsters so.
Kuntel gets up and walks over to Timothyre and holds out a hand. " Good to see you again, brother. How have you been?" he asks with a smile.
OOC: Q considers the kind of attention *he* could give the thread and snickers at the thought.
OOC: The Thread looks at Q and screams, then runs to hide behind Kuntel's legs. "Is that a rapist, Kuntel-kun?" she asks.
"I believe it is..." he mutters, then takes out some pepper spray. "Stay back heathen! This thread shall not be corrupted by your god-playing!" he says as he takes off the cap and shakes the can at Q.
Unbeknownst to the others, Q was paying attention to the goings on in this universe. He considered all the mischief he could do but knew he had to be careful to avoid the attention of the rest of the Q continuum. They would stop his fun, especially Q who seemed to be so fascinated by humans for some reason. He pondered his options and finally decided to leave a surprise in someones pocket. Keeping it in a state of quantum flux not even he knew who's pocket it would appear or what form it would take. His work done Q waited to see the results of his handiwork.
OOC: In all seriousness, having Q attempt to destroy everything is pointless and boring. Though I admit the meta roleplay threatening to do so, and especially your response kuntel, is absolutely hilarious. On the other hand minor mischief can give someone something to do while we wait for the story to progress.
Do not be afraid to joust a giant just because some people insist on believing in windmills.
Check out my foundry mission "The Writers of History".
Unbeknownst to the others, Q was paying attention to the goings on in this universe. He considered all the mischief he could do but knew he had to be careful to avoid the attention of the rest of the Q continuum. They would stop his fun, especially Q who seemed to be so fascinated by humans for some reason. He pondered his options and finally decided to leave a surprise in someones pocket. Keeping it in a state of quantum flux not even he knew who's pocket it would appear or what form it would take. His work done Q waited to see the results of his handiwork.
OOC: In all seriousness, having Q attempt to destroy everything is pointless and boring. Though I admit the meta roleplay threatening to do so, and especially your response kuntel, is absolutely hilarious. On the other hand minor mischief can give someone something to do while we wait for the story to progress.
OOC: Yeah, we are just waiting for Prierin to come back, and chris. He seems to have just disappeared... interesting... is this a conspiracy that I'm coming up with?
[OOC]Hey all - I'll be back soon with an update to get Aiel back into the mix... sorry for the delay... looks like it's been running well so far, though.... Cheers! [/OOC]
[OOC]Hey all - I'll be back soon with an update to get Aiel back into the mix... sorry for the delay... looks like it's been running well so far, though.... Cheers! [/OOC]
OOC: they Thread jumps at the sound of her fathers voice. "Papa?" she asks.
Kuntel stands and looks around. "No, little one, merely a figment. Come, let me tell you a story..." he says, then sits there with the thread, wating...
In all seriousness though, glad your gonna be back soon. Hope that back thing went well!
Jolan looks at Aahuus then makes sure no one else is there.
"So... this will be our last mission then?" he asks.
Aahuus looks at him, then sighs. "Yes, it is. Our comrades as well. Unless you both decide to abandon your respective ships?" he says, insinuating a question.
Jolan chuckles. "Maybe in a while. But not immediately. And I doubt that Ger... our comrade will feel differently." he says.
"Yes well... I guess I was expecting to much. I still can't believe Hylian's luck of findong both of you." Aahuus says.
"Hah! To think a Fed spy and a Klingon agent would chose the same ship for the same mission." Jolan says quietly.
"The odds certainly don't support it." Aahuus chuckles. "I will never forget those years."
"Hunting corrupt governors and tal'Shiar caches. Eventually agents. By Sto'vo'kor, those are the best years of my life." Jolan agrees.
Aahuus looks at his feet. "Though my pardons will never come to me." he says resigned.
Jolan shrugs. "Well, that's what you get for the trick you pulled." he replies.
"I did not want to... do that..." Aahuus says angrily, put peters out at the end.
"Eh, you'll make good. The Fed pardon may still be good if you present yourself to you know who." Jolan adds.
"I'd never be able to get to see him. You know how guarded the Dragon is!" Aahuus exclaims.
"Well, our comrade has connections." Jolan says.
"He most likely thinks I'm dead as well." Aahuus says.
"What about that Romulan Fed-"
"She was taken you idiot! That's why I'm still working with you!" Aahuus interrupts angrily. "I still haven't paid her back..." he adds sadly.
Jolan simply nods, and both go back to being quiet.
If Chris doesn't come back and continue our storyline, my character is going to bleed out soon.
OOC: Oh no! Not *Flicks back a few pages.* Jacob Downy! What ever would we do without him!
Joking aside, Chris's character might have to have a horrible accident and Jacob have to beam out somehow. My rule for RP is if they disappear for several weeks with no excuse, their character is forfeit. They can make another one when(if) they come back.
H'Gall walks out of the office a few minutes later. He's angry, but the only ones that can read it are Aahuus and Jolan because they've know him a while. They soon get out of the building when H'Gall walks down an alley, then throws a punch at a wall, using telekinesis, denting it. Aahuus raises an eyebrow, but no one can see it because of the goggles and clothe.
"Well... what happened?" he asks.
"I hate having to act nice to people like that. Damn pacifists would have locked me up if it hadn't been for my foreign dignitary statis." H'Gall says. He looks at Aahuus. "This is your fault." he says angrily.
"I'm not the one that wanted to murder someone." Aahuus replies, shrugging his shoulders.
H'Gall growls and throws a punch. Aahuus steps toward H'Gall,turns so that his back is toward him, grabs the arm and flips H'Gall over. Aahuus looks at him on the ground.
"Perhaps you should go back to the ship and cool off." he says flatly.
H'Gall grunts as he gets up, then glares at Aahuus. Jolan steps between them. "Sir. I think what he says is reasonable..." he says slowly.
H'Gall glares at Jolan, then shakes himself. "Fine. Jolan, you come back with me. Aahuus, you're on your own. Try to find some activity. Come back to the ship before night." he says, then looks at Aahuus coldly. "Or I'll send targs after you..."
With that, they walk off. Aahuus looks around, then relaxes. "Good to be home. Even if it was a short time away." he mutters, then walks off toward the caves Aiel had been looking at a while ago. If a Hirogen attacked her there, it was because it was protecting something... and he was going to find out what.
Aiel blinked, raising her hand to shield her eyes from the intense, white light which blinded her. She knew she wasn't alone in the room but it was impossible to tell exactly who else was with her.
"Restart the simulation again." Came an unfamiliar male voice. The lights dimmed and the world around her reconfigured itself to the Staging Area of New Romulus. She allowed her eyes to adjust to the more natural light, sounds and environs around her.
State your name, system and planet of origin. A male Romulan asked flatly in Galactic Standard without even looking up from his paperwork.
Aiel Llwyn. Sol. Earth. She responded.
What is the purpose of your visit?
"I have been sent on the bequest of Subcommander Nadel to serve as attache to D'Tan." She replied.
He reviewed the paperwork with renewed interest, glancing at Aiel occasionally. "I was not informed of a new attache being enlisted." He scoffed.
"And why would you?" She replied, her tone beginning to drip venom, "You are a porter. A glorified welcoming committee with as much authority in the matters of D'Tan as any of the Epohhs blindly scurrying about. You have reviewed my papers and have found them to be in order. We are done here."
He blinked at her, quickly adding, "I'll have you know..."
She leaned forward, her tone dropping even lower, "Stop talking before you find yourself stationed aboard a Klingon transport ship studying the effects of theron radiation in the Beta Quadrant."
Shaken, he handed her the papers back and said no more. "Your first wise choice, I would wager." She said before turning and walking towards the embassy.
She climbed the steps and passed the two guards. She knew where D'Tan's office was located. It was part of her training. But before she reported in for duty, there was one other matter to be completed first...
"End simulation." Came the male voice again as the program had run its course. The world faded and the blinding light returned. "A much better result this time, Subcommander. Do you feel up to the challenge of putting your training into practice?"
Aiel saluted, bringing her clenched first to her heart and bowing. "I am, Commander."
"Then make it so." The voice stated. "Outfit the Subcommander and release her. The rest shall be up to her. Succeed, Subcommander L'lwyn, and you will have secured an everlasting future for the Empire. Fail, and you fall all of Romulus."
"I understand." Aiel said, still bowed. "However, what of the others that interfered before? The pirate and Starfleet rogue?"
"If they become a nuisance, eliminate them. Now go. Your duty awaits."
Twelve hours later Aiel re-entered her home in the V'al.
Aiel blinked, raising her hand to shield her eyes from the intense, white light which blinded her. She knew she wasn't alone in the room but it was impossible to tell exactly who else was with her.
"Restart the simulation again." Came an unfamiliar male voice. The lights dimmed and the world around her reconfigured itself to the Staging Area of New Romulus. She allowed her eyes to adjust to the more natural light, sounds and environs around her.
State your name, system and planet of origin. A male Romulan asked flatly in Galactic Standard without even looking up from his paperwork.
Aiel Llwyn. Sol. Earth. She responded.
What is the purpose of your visit?
"I have been sent on the bequest of Subcommander Nadel to serve as attache to D'Tan." She replied.
He reviewed the paperwork with renewed interest, glancing at Aiel occasionally. "I was not informed of a new attache being enlisted." He scoffed.
"And why would you?" She replied, her tone beginning to drip venom, "You are a porter. A glorified welcoming committee with as much authority in the matters of D'Tan as any of the Epohhs blindly scurrying about. You have reviewed my papers and have found them to be in order. We are done here."
He blinked at her, quickly adding, "I'll have you know..."
She leaned forward, her tone dropping even lower, "Stop talking before you find yourself stationed aboard a Klingon transport ship studying the effects of theron radiation in the Beta Quadrant."
Shaken, he handed her the papers back and said no more. "Your first wise choice, I would wager." She said before turning and walking towards the embassy.
She climbed the steps and passed the two guards. She knew where D'Tan's office was located. It was part of her training. But before she reported in for duty, there was one other matter to be completed first...
"End simulation." Came the male voice again as the program had run its course. The world faded and the blinding light returned. "A much better result this time, Subcommander. Do you feel up to the challenge of putting your training into practice?"
Aiel saluted, bringing her clenched first to her heart and bowing. "I am, Commander."
"Then make it so." The voice stated. "Outfit the Subcommander and release her. The rest shall be up to her. Succeed, Subcommander L'lwyn, and you will have secured an everlasting future for the Empire. Fail, and you fall all of Romulus."
"I understand." Aiel said, still bowed. "However, what of the others that interfered before? The pirate and Starfleet rogue?"
"If they become a nuisance, eliminate them. Now go. Your duty awaits."
Twelve hours later Aiel re-entered her home in the V'al.
There is a small knock on the door. If Aiel could see outside, she would see it was a small Romulan woman, approximately her own age.
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[OOC]Sorry about that - was tired...
"T'Vrell and you two, you're with me, you three go with Erin and Kolez. We'll take the left hallway, you go right," Jacob said. His group started heading down their hallway, and they came to a prison block. Taking out the guards inside, T'Vrell freed the prisoners as Jacob and the MACO's stood guard. Jacob handed each prisoner a weapon, saying,v"Hold out here, we will beam you out when we get the chance."
As the group continued down the hallway, they heard a blaring alarm sound. "Quickly, find some cover!" Jacob shouted as he saw a large team of Tal'Shiar run towards them. As Jacob dove behind a storage container, a disruptor shot hit the EPS conduit above him. A stream of plasma shot out and struck Jacob in the right arm, knocking him unconscious.
(T'Vrell's Perspective)
T'Vrell saw the plasma hit Jacob, and dove over, dragging him out of harms way. Hiding behind another container, she examined the wound while the two MACO's exchanged fire with the Romulans further down the hall. Jacob's sleeve was completely burned through, and the flesh underneath was seared with plasma burns. She injected a local anesthetic into his right arm, and put a field bandage around his arm. "That should hold for now, and he will be able to fight when he wakes up," she thought, grabbing her weapon and returning her attention to fighting the Romulans.
When the attackers were taken care of, T'Vrell brought Jacob back to consciousness.
(Jacob's Perspective)
Jacob awoke with T'Vrell standing over him. "What happened?" he asked her.
T'Vrell replied, "Your arm was hit by a plasma eruption from that EPS conduit over there. You're lucky that you didn't die, sir, but your right arm is pretty damaged, so I numbed the pain to allow us to continue the mission."
"Thank you. Please get me my pistol," Jacob replied, grabbing his weapon from the MACO who gave it to him. Standing up, Jacob continued down the hallway, meeting very little resistance as he continued towards the center, freeing prisoners along the way.
The door to the main control room was locked, so T'Vrell and the MACO's flanked it as Jacob bent down to "pick the lock." While he was doing this, the second group came through the other door, and prepared to storm the control room. After messing with the wiring, Jacob heard the doors unlock, and prepared to open them, standing to the side of the doorway. He hit the open button, and was instantly grateful that he wasn't in the doorway for a swarm of disruptor shots flew through the now open entrance. Jacob place down a cover shield, and he and his team shot from behind the shield. After a few minutes of intense fighting, the Romulans in the room were all taken care of, and the team moved in to shut down the southern portion of the dampening field. He gathered all of the prisoners in the control room, and they stood in a standard defense formation. Now it was all up to whoever Quinn sent to the Northern side of e base.
He picks up a PADD and looks at the face on it. A Romulan, young, 20-ish maybe. His name is Stelam Jhaelaa and he is currently the most wanted man in the Empire. The problem is, he isn't in the Empire and the last mission to kill him did not go well, so relations with the Romulans has soured.
H'Gall gets angry and uses his telekinetics to slam the PADD into a wall, destroying it. He then picks up his Mek'leth and disruptor, then heads out of his office. He ignires his secretary's questions, and makes his way to the transporter pads. He orders the operator to beam him to his ship, the I.K.S. Styx. He growls at the operator when she complains, and she immediately complies with his order.
He remateralizes in his K't'inga battle cruisers main transporter and makes his way to the bridge, ignoring the salutes he garners from his crew. He walks on the bridge.
"General on deck!" his first officer, Jir'lika yells.
H'Gall sits in the main chair. "Set course for New Romulus. We have a fugitive to catch." he orders Jir'lika quietly.
The Klingon warrior relays H'Gall's orders, and soon the Styx is making it's way to safe warp distance and trajectory.
"Ready on your orders sir." Jir'lika says, standing at attention.
H'Gall looks around, then smiles. Or gets as close as a Lethean can. "Maqcha!" he barks, and the ship jumps to warp.
T'vor: well, there goes another day of gruelling labour. How's the transmitter coming along?
Lattra: quiet deyhhan, the Tal Shiar are listening. *She switches her voice to a whisper* It's done. All we need to do is to send it to Earth, Qo'noS or Mol'Rihan.
T'vor, also whispering: so let's do it!
Lattra: Well then, here goes nothing. *She activates the transmitter* Anyone in range, this is Lattra of the Romulan republic. enclosed here are the co-ordinates of a tal Shiar prison camp. Held here are 550 civilians and officers, of multiple factions. Please help us. I repeat, *message repeats*
T'vor: let's hope is works. For all our sakes.
H'Gall looks at the house. It's the same as the others, all pre-fab and ugly. He grunts and makes his way to the door, and then gestures at it and it flies open. Stelam is standing there with a knife.
"So... they sent you after all, eh?" he says, then throws the knife.
H'Gall catches it and points his disruptor at Stelam. Stelam looks it down the barrel and gulps, suddenly filled with dread and uncertainty. Can I get to Volta Vor? he thinks, No, I've killed too many. It's Areinnye for me.... He closes his eyes and waits.
"May you finally find peace..." H'Gall says as he fires.
The blast hits Stelam full on in the chest, and in a matter of microseconds, his body is gone, engulfed in red particles. Suddenly, there's screaming, yelling. A baby seems to cry from no where. H'Gall feels a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down on the floor, then cuffs on his hands. He smiles and walks out of the house with the Morairi. He is put into a cell untill much later.
OoC: Well... That was thoroughly unexpected...
H'Gall chuckles as the Romulan interrogator walks in with a rather amusing device on his head. From the lack of brainwaves H'Gall could sense, he assumes that it is a telepathic inhibitor. H'Gall knows that many of his kin, if not himself, could break through that machine and have the Romulan begging for his life like a... a... what was the animal? Ah, yes, Epohh. He looks the Interrogator in the eye and smiles, something that he knows many find... unsettling.
The Romulan shivers. "So, Mister... H'Gall of the House Kragor, I am here to inform you that you are under arrest for first degree murder, and will serve a life sentence. Anything you would like to add?" he says finally, gaining confidence along the way.
"I do believe I have diplomatic immunity. Unless D'Tan has decided he no longer wishes the Empire's help?" H'Gall says smugly.
"Diplomatic immunity is resigned when an... ambassador..." he smiles a sleazy smile,"When an ambassador commits a felony. I do believe murder is still a felony in the Empire?" he adds.
"It is still a felony. But, my maqoch, hunting down a felon is not." with this he hands over a PADD with Stelam's face and record on it. "I do believe that means you where giving asylum to the most wanted man in the Empire."
"W-what? How-w did we not kn-now?" the Interrogator stutters.
"I think an apology is in order? And the keys to these cuffs?" H'Gall says with a smile and a jangle.
"I-I'm sorry, sir. I, uh, I did not know..." the Interrogator says quickly, messing with the keys and letting H'Gall out. "If you would follow me to get your personal affects?" he asks.
"Of course. And I do not think any mention of my arrest needs to be in any file, nor any mention of your... shoddy job of yours mentioned to Chancellor J'mpok." H'Gall says.
"Of course sir! No need!" the Romulan exclaims.
H'Gall chuckles and grabs his things. His mek'leth, disruptor, communicator, and badge. He thanks the officer and walks out. He makes his way to the transporter, gleaming many looks of fear and scorn. He chuckles again and smiles at some passerby, thoruoghly disturbing them. He beams to his ship and makes his way to the bridge, acknowledging the salutes on his way. He sits in the captain's chair when he gets there.
"Set course for the nearest Empire allied sector, maximum warp." H'Gall orders.
"Excuse me sir, but what about the... package in the brig?" Jir'lika asks.
H'Gall chuckles. "I'll open it soon. Very soon."
"Aye sir." Jir'lika replies.
The Styx goes to warp.
"So, what is my cover?" the Occupent asks.
"You're my new personal bodyguard, who doesn't talk much amd wears a scarf, goggles, and headclothe because he is horribly scarred." H'Gall says, handing him the scarf and other things.
"Name?" the Occupent replies.
"Well, think of something Orion. Because that will explain the... you know." H'Gall answers.
"Aahuus. I knew someone named that. TRIBBLE flipped me on my TRIBBLE faster than you could sah Qapla'." Aahuus says.
"Good. Now then, to debriefing." H'Gall says as he stands and walks out of the brig.
"Okay. I have a story to tell you." Aahuus says as he follows.
"So. Tal'Shiar operations on mol'Rihan are picking up then? And their using Hirogen? What does Sela have in mind?" H'Gall says to himself.
"I have no idea. I'm no mind reader like you're supposed to be..." Aahuus mutters.
H'Gall grunts and stands. "Well, I guess we should return to mol'Rihan. My 'official' orders are to try to repair relations with D'Tan. Unofficially, it's for us to disrupt whatever the tal'Shiar are doing on this planet now." he says.
"And I am supposed to do what?" Aahuus asks.
"Follow me, guard me, complete my orders. Then when this is over, go back to doing what you do best." H'Gall replies with a shrug.
"So this is my last mission then?" Aahuus.
"Yes well, you understand we can't officially pardon you now, due to complications. You should have been more careful." H'Gall chastises.
"Look, I apologized okay? Now let's get to the damn bridge before I decide to wring your stupid neck." Aahuus huffs.
"Just remember that you're not supposed to talk, and if you do, make it gruff. Understand, Aahuus?" H'Gall says, annoyed.
"Whatever you say, General!" Aahuus says ironically, with a sharp salute.
"Shut up..." H'Gall mutters as they walk to the bridge.
They walk to the bridge, Aahuus behind H'Gall with a Gin-tak spear, looking rather out of place. Needless to say, he gathers many a strange look. H'Gall does his best to make it seem normal, since Aahuus had insisted on carrying the spear everywhere. They make it to the bridge with little difficulty, though Aahuus knows he's going to get some challenges after. He smiles at the thought as they walk on the bridge.
Jir'lika stands with a smart salute at H'Gall, and then looks at Aahuus.
"Sir, is that the... package?" he asks after a look of confusion.
"Yes it is, Commander Jir'lika. This is Aahuus, my new bodyguard assigned by the Chancellor. He is rather... scarred, so he wears the clothe not to offend anyone." H'Gall explains.
"Any Klingon warrior should be proud of his scars! If I may say so, sir..." Jir'lika adds quickly.
"Aahuus is Orion. You know how concious they are of their apperance." H'Gall says with a shrug then sits in the chair. Aahuus stands on his left side, spear held at attention.
"Set course back to mol'Rihan. It seems the Chancellor also wishes us to repair... relations with the Romulan scum." H'Gall says sarcastically.
Ji'lika relays the orders and turns back to H'Gall. "Course layed, General."
"Moqcha!" H'Gall orders.
The Styx flies at maximum back to the point from which it came.
"Alright everyone move to a defensive position facing the North Gate, we have visitors coming in." Jacob told everyone in the room. The defenders moved into cover, aiming at the door. Jacob saw the door start to glow as the Romulans cut through it. After a few seconds, the door blew apart, and Jacob's team poured fire into the entrance. When the smoke cleared, the team stayed aimed at the door, preparing to take care of any stragglers. A few more Romulans popped their heads out, and were promptly stunned. Jacob sat down, and put his weapon away.
"Someone work on barricading that door," Jacob said, as he rolled up his right sleeve. As it went above his right shoulder, Jacob noticed just how bad the injury was. Above the midway point in his upper arm, the skin was completely scarred and blackened. Below that, there were patches of burnt skin. Surprisingly, due to T'Vrell quick removal of Jacob from the plasma stream, the skin wasn't completely melted, and they would probably be able to save the arm. T'Vrell walked over, and started to bandage the wound, and Jacob leaned his head back, suddenly tired, hoping that his counterpart to the north was almost at their control room.
"Jir'lika! Get the frequencies open, all of them!" H'Gall yells. This was unexpected. Maybe they decided diplomatic immunity and a wanted criminal weren't excuse enough. he thinks.
"Hails operational!" Jir'lika barks.
"Romulan vessels! This is the Klingon battleship, K.D.F. Styx! If you fire upon this vessel, it is a declaration of war!" H'Gall says quickly. "I, General H'Gall, merely wish to confer with D'Tan and apologize for the recent debacle. Or has he decided that I am a wanted criminal?"
A few seconds of disturbing silence follow. "Response incoming!" Jir'lika shouts suddenly, and a male Romulan appears on the screen.
"General, I am Epirov Enial, of the warbird Imperator. The Praetor has not declared you a criminal, but the speed of your return suprised us, and with your previous... mission, we decided it best that we be prepared." he says. "D'Tan would love to speak with you, and repair our relations. If you would be so kind as to beam down to these coordinates?"
"Epirov, I would be delighted. But, as a precaution, may I take two others with me?" H'Gall asks.
"Of course General. Security is expected of one like yourself." Enial replies with a fake smile.
"Why thank you, Epirov. We will be down shortly." H'Gall replies with a smile of his own.
"Transmission ended." Jir'lika relays, after the screen goes blank.
H'Gall stands. "Aahuus, with me. Jir'lika, tell Jolan to meet us at the transporter. Oh, and you have the bridge..." he says as he and Aahuus leave.
The lift brings them to the deck and they step out, the rythmic clinking of Aahuus' spear starting to get on H'Gall's nerves.
"Can you stop that?" H'Gall snaps.
"Stop what, General?" Aahuus replies innocently.
"The damn tapping!" H'Gall barks.
"Of course sir." Aahuus says. The tapping stops.
They walk into the transporter room, and a thick-set orion is there. Jolan. He salutes.
"General, Capta- I mean Coporal." Jolan amends.
"Jolan, from that I assume you know Aahuus?" H'Gall asks pointedly.
"We've worked together before." Jolan replies. H'Gall nods and walks onto the pad. Jolan winks at Aahuus before doing the same.
Aahuus steps onto the pad. "I hate this feeling..." he mutters as they beam.
They arrive on the planet in one piece. They are in the Main Command building. Aahuus looks around, admiring the architecture. Jolan looks at him and coughs. Aahuus immediately assumes a posture of nonchalance and walks with H'Gall to the meeting room. H'Gall turns to them just before the door.
"Stay out here. If I signal you, barge in here and kill anyone trying to do the same to me or arrest me. Understand?" he asks.
"Qapla'!" Aahuus and Jolan bark simultaenously.
"Good." H'Gall says as he walks in.
"TRIBBLE..." Aahuus mutters as the doors close and Jolan stiffles a giggle.
OOC: For purpose of time and not stepping on toes, I will not assume command of D'Tan or any other previously created character in this, unless just for a quick comment. Just assume a lot of politicking and official apologetic b.s. is going on in there.
Kuntel looks up at the terrifyed child and smiles sadly. "Dear child, you have not been abondaned. The others have merely left, soon to return. You father has to rest, having gone through a horrible ordeal. But all will be back soon, and we shall be happy again." he replies.
The Thread smiles at this and then sits in Kuntel's lap, looking at him expectantly. " Can you tell me a story, friend? It's been so long." it asks sadly.
"Of course young one. There once was a time, in a far, far away land...
And so they stayed like that, guardian and ward, sharing fanciful tales while awaiting their companions to return.
OOC: The thread jumps up at the sight of her old friend, Timothyre. She runs over and gives him a hug. "Where have you been? Did you see Dad? What happened to Chris? Did you see how tall I've grown?" and generally carried on in the way youngsters so.
Kuntel gets up and walks over to Timothyre and holds out a hand. " Good to see you again, brother. How have you been?" he asks with a smile.
Check out my foundry mission "The Writers of History".
OOC: The Thread looks at Q and screams, then runs to hide behind Kuntel's legs. "Is that a rapist, Kuntel-kun?" she asks.
"I believe it is..." he mutters, then takes out some pepper spray. "Stay back heathen! This thread shall not be corrupted by your god-playing!" he says as he takes off the cap and shakes the can at Q.
OOC: In all seriousness, having Q attempt to destroy everything is pointless and boring. Though I admit the meta roleplay threatening to do so, and especially your response kuntel, is absolutely hilarious. On the other hand minor mischief can give someone something to do while we wait for the story to progress.
Check out my foundry mission "The Writers of History".
OOC: Yeah, we are just waiting for Prierin to come back, and chris. He seems to have just disappeared... interesting... is this a conspiracy that I'm coming up with?
OOC: they Thread jumps at the sound of her fathers voice. "Papa?" she asks.
Kuntel stands and looks around. "No, little one, merely a figment. Come, let me tell you a story..." he says, then sits there with the thread, wating...
In all seriousness though, glad your gonna be back soon. Hope that back thing went well!
"So... this will be our last mission then?" he asks.
Aahuus looks at him, then sighs. "Yes, it is. Our comrades as well. Unless you both decide to abandon your respective ships?" he says, insinuating a question.
Jolan chuckles. "Maybe in a while. But not immediately. And I doubt that Ger... our comrade will feel differently." he says.
"Yes well... I guess I was expecting to much. I still can't believe Hylian's luck of findong both of you." Aahuus says.
"Hah! To think a Fed spy and a Klingon agent would chose the same ship for the same mission." Jolan says quietly.
"The odds certainly don't support it." Aahuus chuckles. "I will never forget those years."
"Hunting corrupt governors and tal'Shiar caches. Eventually agents. By Sto'vo'kor, those are the best years of my life." Jolan agrees.
Aahuus looks at his feet. "Though my pardons will never come to me." he says resigned.
Jolan shrugs. "Well, that's what you get for the trick you pulled." he replies.
"I did not want to... do that..." Aahuus says angrily, put peters out at the end.
"Eh, you'll make good. The Fed pardon may still be good if you present yourself to you know who." Jolan adds.
"I'd never be able to get to see him. You know how guarded the Dragon is!" Aahuus exclaims.
"Well, our comrade has connections." Jolan says.
"He most likely thinks I'm dead as well." Aahuus says.
"What about that Romulan Fed-"
"She was taken you idiot! That's why I'm still working with you!" Aahuus interrupts angrily. "I still haven't paid her back..." he adds sadly.
Jolan simply nods, and both go back to being quiet.
OOC: I'm not good with secrets, okay!?
OOC: Oh no! Not *Flicks back a few pages.* Jacob Downy! What ever would we do without him!
Joking aside, Chris's character might have to have a horrible accident and Jacob have to beam out somehow. My rule for RP is if they disappear for several weeks with no excuse, their character is forfeit. They can make another one when(if) they come back.
"Well... what happened?" he asks.
"I hate having to act nice to people like that. Damn pacifists would have locked me up if it hadn't been for my foreign dignitary statis." H'Gall says. He looks at Aahuus. "This is your fault." he says angrily.
"I'm not the one that wanted to murder someone." Aahuus replies, shrugging his shoulders.
H'Gall growls and throws a punch. Aahuus steps toward H'Gall,turns so that his back is toward him, grabs the arm and flips H'Gall over. Aahuus looks at him on the ground.
"Perhaps you should go back to the ship and cool off." he says flatly.
H'Gall grunts as he gets up, then glares at Aahuus. Jolan steps between them. "Sir. I think what he says is reasonable..." he says slowly.
H'Gall glares at Jolan, then shakes himself. "Fine. Jolan, you come back with me. Aahuus, you're on your own. Try to find some activity. Come back to the ship before night." he says, then looks at Aahuus coldly. "Or I'll send targs after you..."
With that, they walk off. Aahuus looks around, then relaxes. "Good to be home. Even if it was a short time away." he mutters, then walks off toward the caves Aiel had been looking at a while ago. If a Hirogen attacked her there, it was because it was protecting something... and he was going to find out what.
Aiel blinked, raising her hand to shield her eyes from the intense, white light which blinded her. She knew she wasn't alone in the room but it was impossible to tell exactly who else was with her.
"Restart the simulation again." Came an unfamiliar male voice. The lights dimmed and the world around her reconfigured itself to the Staging Area of New Romulus. She allowed her eyes to adjust to the more natural light, sounds and environs around her.
State your name, system and planet of origin. A male Romulan asked flatly in Galactic Standard without even looking up from his paperwork.
Aiel Llwyn. Sol. Earth. She responded.
What is the purpose of your visit?
"I have been sent on the bequest of Subcommander Nadel to serve as attache to D'Tan." She replied.
He reviewed the paperwork with renewed interest, glancing at Aiel occasionally. "I was not informed of a new attache being enlisted." He scoffed.
"And why would you?" She replied, her tone beginning to drip venom, "You are a porter. A glorified welcoming committee with as much authority in the matters of D'Tan as any of the Epohhs blindly scurrying about. You have reviewed my papers and have found them to be in order. We are done here."
He blinked at her, quickly adding, "I'll have you know..."
She leaned forward, her tone dropping even lower, "Stop talking before you find yourself stationed aboard a Klingon transport ship studying the effects of theron radiation in the Beta Quadrant."
Shaken, he handed her the papers back and said no more. "Your first wise choice, I would wager." She said before turning and walking towards the embassy.
She climbed the steps and passed the two guards. She knew where D'Tan's office was located. It was part of her training. But before she reported in for duty, there was one other matter to be completed first...
"End simulation." Came the male voice again as the program had run its course. The world faded and the blinding light returned. "A much better result this time, Subcommander. Do you feel up to the challenge of putting your training into practice?"
Aiel saluted, bringing her clenched first to her heart and bowing. "I am, Commander."
"Then make it so." The voice stated. "Outfit the Subcommander and release her. The rest shall be up to her. Succeed, Subcommander L'lwyn, and you will have secured an everlasting future for the Empire. Fail, and you fall all of Romulus."
"I understand." Aiel said, still bowed. "However, what of the others that interfered before? The pirate and Starfleet rogue?"
"If they become a nuisance, eliminate them. Now go. Your duty awaits."
Twelve hours later Aiel re-entered her home in the V'al.
There is a small knock on the door. If Aiel could see outside, she would see it was a small Romulan woman, approximately her own age.
Aiel answered, looking at the young woman with mild curiosity.
"Jolan Tru" she said, adding "What do you want?"