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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 06 [0824 hrs.] Time Travellers Anonymous
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[ Lt. Alana Pierce | Temporal Observatory | Deck 9 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy] | ATTN: @Griff @Brutus [Show/Hide]

Pierce was awestruck with the details surrounding this discovery. Not only had Surresh unlocked the contents, but he very well may have had the key this entire time. "Let's hope they don't get that information." She remarked about the information in his head. She didn't even want to think of what may happen if they did...

The holographic display piqued her interests more as she watched the data unfold before her. She'd be lying if she knew what all of it meant being from the past and all. The Temporal Cold War not something she was familiar with although she'd heard rumblings. Not realizing that her thoughts still drifted to the past and what may have been...

The sudden stop however with Surresh was enough to give Alana alarm as he spoke next. "Oh fuck me. That's what you want us to do? Ducane are you insane...We are so fucked. If we mess this up everything is boned I mean, everything. This stuff is highly classified even in the 29th century. The kind of security level that doesn't even have a name its so deep, dark, secret. Pivotal stuff. I don't think even Ducane is really supposed to have the specifics of this. Damn."

She looked confused at the man from furthest in the future. "What? What is it? And what does that mean? What's the TDG?" Her brow furrowed as she leant on a console looking at the data and schematics.

His alarm at the temporal defense grid, the accords and the like was enough to get her fully focused. "Wow, so that means that we could go back but not forward theoretically until this is deployed? The infested could cause a lot more havoc than they likely already have."

Alistair's shock was just as alarmed as Morali's and her own. "Thankfully, we have the contents and all that happened worked as it was supposed to. Now the question is, what do we do with it?" She peered into the contents and found her own name in there. Not the same time frame but definitely there as A. Pierce. Meaning she still had a role to play into all of this no matter the original date of execution. "From the looks of it however, we're more involved than we were led to believe. Meaning some of our history and how we ended up on Theurgy, were not an accident but a purposeful movement of the pawns of time."

Slapping her face and rubbing the irritation from her eyes she looked back at it. "Regardless, we need to get this to the Captain and make sure no one outside of this room and the senior staff see this information. Lt. Morali, if you'd be so kind as to represent this to the senior staff since you are the foremost knowledge on this data, I'd really appreciate it."

Preparing to take her leave of them she turned towards the door and looked back at them. "Somehow I doubt this will be the last time we meet under these circumstances and for these reasons. It was nice getting to know you both. But looks like we all have work to attend to. Thank you for meeting with me and sharing our temporal histories." She smiled and chuckled before turning back around and walking out the door, leaving the report to the captain in capable hands.

-FIN
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 06 [0824 hrs.] Time Travellers Anonymous
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[Lieutenant Alistair Leavitt | Temporal Observatory | Deck 9 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Brutus, @Pierce

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"I don't believe it," Alistair said hoarsely, eyes wide as he took in the sheer scale and importance of what he was looking at. "There were rumours in the DTI...guesswork about the Temporal Cold War, fantasies, nothing substantial...I never even imagined..." He raised a hand to his mouth as he struggled to take it in. "This is the single most idangerous data file...ever. And Ducane had me carrying it on a PADD. In a warzone. That Infested Klingon was this close to me...if they get their hands on this, we're done. Everyone is done. I don't even want to think about what they could do with technology like this."

More frightened than he thought possible, Alistair slowly stepped forward, tapping controls as he skimmed the file. "This project...if Captain Ives approves this, it's going to be huge. We'll need people...they're listed here...oh. I'm there." Alistair blinked in surprise at his own name: Commander Alistair Leavitt, Federation Department of Temporal Investigations, temporal software specialist. Time of contribution: 2404-2409. "Well, I guess that's why Ducane really rescued me. He never really cared about the rest of the Eclipse crew."

After a few more moments of reading, his stomach roiling uncomfortably, Alistair turned to the others, still somewhat in shock. "Making this grid a reality while keeping it secret from the Infested is going to be...I have no idea."
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 04 [2100 hrs.] La Gloire de Julie d'Aubigny
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[PO3 Lillee t’Jellaieu | Holodeck 06 | Deck 21 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @GroundPetrel

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Basking in the aftermath of sex, Lillee smiled in contentment at her lover. Anh-Le's teasing touch on her sensitive nethers brought on thoughts of more sex, more positions, more ideas, but it was obvious that Anh-Le was spent. In any case, a good cuddle was a very inviting prospect in its own right. Sex was fun but relatively easy to come by, a fleeting moment of passion and lust that left little impact on memory or soul. A cuddle in a big warm bed with her beautiful lover was far more rare, and far more precious.

"Come here," Lillee murmured, slipping an arm under Anh-Le and pulling the other woman in close. Their bodies were both warm and slick with sweat, which likely would've made a mess of the sheets if they weren't just photonic projections sheathed in clever forcefields. The reminder that their time was limited in this wonderful space made Lillee sigh. She truly didn't relish leaving this island of contentment to return to a world of metal and blood, of terror and pain. She would, of course; the path back to her babes lay out there, and Lillee would burn the galaxy for them if need be.

Still, that was a problem for the future.

"Sleep now, Anh-Le," Lillee whispered into her lover's ear. "I'll wake you when we need to go. This...this was the most wonderful date that I have ever been taken on. I needed it too, so much. Sleep now." A moment later, she added softly, "computer, give me a visual indication of our time remaining in this holodeck."

A clock appeared in a corner of the bedroom, mercifully quiet. Lillee had to take a moment to puzzle out the antiquated Earth time system, but she eventually worked out that they had less than thirty minutes left. The clock was mercifully silent, and with only the crackling of the fire, the two lovers lay in their bliss.
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 20 [0600 hrs] Of Seers and Soldiers
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[ Doctor Lucan cin Nicander | Brig | Security Center | Deck 07 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Dumedion  
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When the Petty Officer agreed to stay for company, Lucan was fairly surprised - thinking she might have taken the earliest excuse to leave.

Then again, he did recall how she agreed to take his message to Wenn Cinn that fateful day in the Azure Nebula, so unlike most of the others in Security, she might actually not be entirely blinded by what his alternate self had done the day before that. Three of her colleagues wearing exosuits, one of them thinking Doctor Maya was conspiring with him and struck her down. He had been in the middle of using his Farsight, and seeing that, he lost control - the parasite taking over. They were dead within seconds. When Lucan came to, he had taken Maya's body into his arms and seen the aftermath around him. The security guards had been like eggs. Suits cracked. Yolk everywhere.

That Kino would take his message despite of that spoke of her character, and he hadn't forgotten it.

He listened while she actually spoke of improving upon his living conditions in the cell, having seated himself by the fold-out table and eating his breakfast. Reminding him about Kino's dead colleagues, there were three salted eggs on the platter and a side of toasted bread, along with a pitcher of water. It was his usual fare. He didn't eat all the yolks, since aside from his daily training regimen, he was quite sedentary. What Kino spoke of sounded just like things he'd thought of himself, but hadn't held any illusions about actually getting.

"My gratitude," he said in his faded accent, looking at her with curiosity while he slowly chewed, for a moment thinking that she wasn't being earnest about her offer. "By the winds, to actually experience something else than these walls and the research on my PADDs would certainly be an improvement. My sleeping has become inferior because I have trouble sticking to the same sleeping hours - the studies I do keeping me up longer than I should. Yet I know that it may be mitigated by move movement, which would tire me to the extent that I may sleep better. Problem is..."

Having finished an egg, he continued, gesturing a little with the bread as he spoke. "Audio and visual would not let me walk longer distances. I know that installing a forcefield emitter that might simulate a moving floor would be a breach against all security protocols, since a matter emitter could be manipulated given the right conditions. Therefore, while I am grateful for your suggestion, to have an actual experience of climbing a rockface or walking the serpentine roads of my home world would be what I long for the most. If they listen, I will take what I get, of course, but you understand my meaning? The problem isn't so much the cell, in that specific regard..."

He gestured towards the cannon. "...but the size of that thing, and the challenge of also bringing that to a proper holodeck."

Lucan continued eating his breakfast, curious about the Petty Officer and the way she differed from the other guards. There was something... different about her as well, when he thought about her demeanour last they spoke. He couldn't quite pinpoint it, but something wasn't the same about her. He tried to keep himself from staring, however, lest she might be intimidated or get different ideas about why he was looking at her. He focused on his breakfast instead, even though she drew his pale grey eyes from time to time.
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Day 10 [0720 hrs.] Experience Merit Emulation
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[ Drauc T'Laus | NCO Quarters | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Griff  
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While the hour was early, Drauc hoped to make his visit prior to the beginning of alpha shift. Thus, he walked the corridors to the door that Thea had told him about, knowing that Lillee t'Jellaieu resided there.

His gait was slow, not wishing to provoke the sub-dermally treated internal organs and his mended ribcage. He was no longer in pain, though he did feel a certain tightness across his lower chest when taking deep breaths. Allegedly, this temporary transition would be alleviated over the course of the coming week, during which he was forbidden to preform any high-intensity cardiovascular exercise. He had inquired as to whether or not he might use the steam room, and the physicians had not seen any detriments in that, for which he was grateful. After speaking with Petty Officer t'Jellaieu, he would do so, since the public baths were oft empty in the beginning of alpha shift.

This was not the case as he treaded down the corridor, since most officers were awake and preparing for the shift to start. Their minds imposed upon his own, and he clenched his jaw - using the tightness as a focal point to shutter his thoughts from that of others. He cared not to dwell on the shower-thoughts of the crew, nor how they might wish to style their hair. Much less their relationship troubles or their worries about the mission - where the Theurgy might do battle anew. The maelstrom of minds that washed over him might not be entirely uncommon a theme whilst dwelling aboard a ship the size of the Theurgy, but it remained nonetheless unwelcome.

Still, Drauc knew that his best opportunity to speak with another Romulan - this companion-in-arms that he'd fought alongside twice - was right that morning, and not later. Beyond sharing the same blood as himself, t'Jellaieu had other experiences that might aid him. So, he hoped to get her counsel, if she was willing to give it.

When he reached the door to her NCO quarters, he pressed the chime, and when a chirp prompted it, he revealed his identity and presence. "It is Drauc T'Laus, may I speak with you?"

That Lillee was there, he had no doubt, for he could sense her mind through the door.
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 13 [ 0900 hrs.] Heeding Her Summons
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[Hirek tr’Aimne | Central Intelligence Suite |  D. 5 | V. 01 |  USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Pierce

Hirek couldn’t help but laugh before he shook the water out of his hair, intentionally doing it close so droplets fell on Pierce, before he removed himself from the semi-hover to sit adjacent to her.

“I’ve known that humans have a shorter lifespan, but I must say this is the first time I’ve been called an old man.” The mirth of the situation had tears almost coming to Hirek’s eyes as he drew a hand over his face, drawing the water down and away from his eyes. “My father’s uncle lived to 256, so by those numbers, I still have approximately one hundred years before we need to start adding ‘old’ to my moniker.” Hirek shrugged, amused and not offended. “Regardless, you need not worry about any of this. I did what was necessary to revive you. I will not cling to the memory of your lips pressed against mine, for the supple feel of your breasts beneath my hands in the depths of the night, lamenting that we could not use this near-tragedy as an avenue for the heights of pleasure.” He leaned back on his hands, gaze warm and playful as he watched Pierce for reaction. “I suppose it is because I am so ‘old,’ but I have already learned the necessary lesson that an eager and engaged partner is far more pleasurable than a confused or begrudging one.”

Pierce was quick to hide behind questions of work as if she had to fear his press or was concerned he would try something. Hirek found the efforts amusing at best, a bit noisome at worst, and didn’t deem the questions worthy of answering at this time. She’d invited him here to show him the workings of a holodeck program. So far, Pierce had shown him that they were dangers to be had even in the make-believe. Now he wanted to know if there were challenges. Pushing himself to a crouch, Hirek hovered by Pierce’s side just long enough to state, “I am going to see how deep this deck can take me.” He did not rush the process of dipping back into the cold embrace of the water. Instead, he moved to sit on the edge of the rock with his feet hovering over the water. “How do we procure a pair of masks, snorkels, bifins, weight belts, and a dive buoy with a weighted rope? These are the minimum items necessary for a safe free dive.” He smiled over his shoulder, nodding his head toward the water. “And only a pair if you care to join me.”
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 6 [ 1710hrs. ] If He Only Had a Brain
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[Hirek tr’Aimne | Counselling Officers |  D. 09 | V. 02 |  USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Juzzie

Watching the man squirm in front of him and feeling the soft press of his hands against Hirek’s chest confirmed to Hirek that in this situation, Hirek was the dominant one in this room. Though this Starfleet officer had been ordered to assess Hirek’s mental state, that did not mean he intended to lord this assessment over Hirek or abuse his orders by abusing Hirek's status as a non-crewmember or Romulan. No, in his intentionally bold maneuvering, Hirek had determined the prey nature of his handsome companion and firmly established his predatory one.

Raising a hand to trace his fingertips lightly over the back of one of the man’s hands as it rested against the turquoise fabric of his tunic, Hirek leaned his face closer to whisper, “I am assessing you just as you are to assess me. Turnabout is only fair game, is it not?”

Before the man fell into a faint altogether or called security down upon Hirek’s head, both equally likely scenarios, Hirek removed himself from his personal space. Giving one last full-body glimpse, Hirek tipped his head in a feigned formal greeting. He put a hand over his chest as he bowed forward, eyes remaining firmly upon the counselor’s face.

“Hirek tr’Aimne. Defector and bioengineer specialist. May I know my mind-probers name?” He broke eye contact just long enough to note a couch, the desk, and a few chairs. Returning his gaze to the counselor, Hirek raised a single eyebrow, “And I repeat my earlier question. For this assessment, do you want me,” Hirek intentionally paused, licked his lips, then continued, “seated or lying down?”
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 07 [1600 hrs] Meeting of Minds
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[Hirek tr’Aimne | Turbolift |  D. 06 | V. 01 |  USS Theurgy ] Attn: @BipSpoon

Hirek chuckled at her momentary lapse of control, the obvious disdain for patience as a virtue bleeding through her earlier poise. The intended barb had not effect, and Hirek merely shrugged at it, knowing his fair share of male and female Romulans who could count virtue as one of the traits they least exhibited. As a scientist, Hirek was not one of those, however. He had patience and tenacity together, a potent mixture when aptly applied.

He followed Amarik as she began to guide their path towards the “mess hall.” Hirek was curious what they meant by “mess” but, for the time being, kept the question to himself and listened to Amarik’s advice on what he should and should not order. It seemed the fellow Romulan had already taken for granted just how well versed she was in alien culinary options to think that he would have the knowledge to order much of anything beyond Romulan. Of course, he’d had some food from other cultures, but very few non-Romulan food venues existed on his home planet and while on Qo’Nos, Hirek had not had the opportunity to explore all his options.

Hirek raised an eyebrow at her quick defense of humanity at her pointed comment about negativity. It hadn’t seemed feigned either. Tipping his head to the side as he studied her, Hirek voiced his question. “What reasons would you ascribe then?”

She led them to a lift, and soon enough, they were confined in the smaller space, just the two of them, and it was here that her impatience surfaced once more through her curiosity, prompting her to voice yet more questions.

“I presume you’ve already requested access if not have already broken in to have access to my Intelligence file,” Hirek leaned against the edge of the turbolift, crossing his arms over his chest as he faced the curiosity-driven woman presumably leading him to food. “There would have read that I am a bioengineer specialist with a long history of lecturing at the Imperial War College. And, based on your accent, I would doubt you ever deeming my home worthy enough of your time. Capital-city dwellers have not often viewed the Uluma islands with anything more than disdain and mistrust. But then again, it is rare to have anything else from anyone from the capital city."
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 04 [2230 hrs.] Enemies of the Empire
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[ First City | Qo'noS ] Attn: @Eden  @Sqweloookle  @BipSpoon

[Commander Arusha, Klingon leader for this sector of the city]

“You mean to tell me you not only loaned Federation officers armament, but you sent them to flush out the presumed nest of Tal Shiar Ha'DIbaH that have been plaguing our streets for months?” Commander Arusha snarled at the fucking Bekks who’d brought nothing but consternation to her ass ever since they’d been transferred into her ranks. They fucked up time and time again, turning her sector of the city into a nightmare when it didn’t have to be.

Bekk Wos turned to Bekk Tarf, making the mistake of looking uncertain for the first time in their report. Sergeant Batass cleared his throat, staying Arusha’s wrath for the time it took for him to speak.

“Perhaps we can use this to our advantage? We let Starfleet get the Tal Shiar to reveal themselves and then we capture what’s left of them. General Chu’vok will not care who started the fight when we report victory over these Romulan scum, only that there was a glorious victory.”

Arusha narrowed her gaze first at Batass and then at the witless Bekks she’d been cursed with. No doubt Batass was making this petition to fool Wos and Tarf into thinking he was their ally when, in reality, Batass was the one they should fear far more than Arusha. His was a fierce temper when he lost it, and he never forgot a slight. Despite her instinctive desire to bash the heads in of her two Bekks after telling Batass to fuck himself, Arusha sighed and nodded.

“Very well. Alert the other Bekks, and bring in the lieutenant. We will break into two groups, one to sweep in behind the Starfleet officer’s frontal assault. The other will cut off the only other known avenue of escape and, knowing Starfleet, they likely will send one member to go that route as well. Everyone holds back until the Tal Shiar emerges. There will be no assistance given to the Federation officers. In this scenario, they are our bait.” Batass turned to do her bidding, Wos and Tarf on his heels. Arusha clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Wait. I have another job for you two. One that befits you most perfectly.”

[ Sajet, senior Tal Shiar agent, abandoned Sewage system ]

“Who goes there?”

A muffled cry, the sound of a slap accompanied with a chuckle, and then, “It is me,” the familiar sound of Hirek’s grating voice carried out from the darkness.

Sajet had always hated the slightly younger man. Not that it said much considering their vocation, but Sajet did not trust Hirek. There was something too confident, too charming, too everything about the former lecturer that left Sajet’s mouth bitter with distaste. Perhaps it was because Hirek represented every reason for Sajet’s voluntary position in the Tal Shiar. Of noble birth, landed, wealthy, good-looking, with a powerful clan that often made the mistake of openly opposing the Tal Shiar. Sajet’s lips pulled down into a frown as he watched Hirek drag the female Starfleet officer beside him.

“Why have you left your post?” Melus, the second in command, asked, annoyance obvious in her voice.

Hirek shrugged, pushing the human before him, “I grew lonely.”

Jebul, the largest of their group, chuckled. He was the only one of their cell who had warmed to Hirek. Sajet didn’t have to look over to see mirrored looks of annoyance and disgust on Kathesa and Emik’s faces. Hirek raised an eyebrow when he seemed to realize they were all standing together at the circular junction of the old sewage station. Branching out in six directions were the various tunnels, some still usable and others collapsed, that led either to the city, further inward to more caverns, or out to the river. Hirek had come from one of the tunnels leading further inward, whereas the rest were poised to take the tunnel leading to the river.

“Why is everyone here?” Hirek looked at their group in surprise. “If you made the effort to kidnap this female,” he pointed his weapon towards the woman, “then why are none of you standing guard watching for her companions? Have we heard back from Vemiss?”

“That is precisely the problem,” Kathesa grumbled. As the youngest of their group, she was the most likely to see the silence as a problem. “We haven’t. We were discussing whether we should just dispose of the human and look for another off-world route.”

Sajet felt a sliver of pleasure at the worried sound the human tried to swallow. It was always pleasurable to see and hear their “prey’s” fears before they struck. That was yet another reason he enjoyed his work.

“After Jebul carried her all the way here?” Hirek rolled his eyes, rocking back on his heels. “Seems rather like a waste of a potential asset. Emik went through all that trouble of planting the bomb, and now you want to dispose of the fruits of their labor as if she were a rotten piece of fruit?”

Melus frowned, “She is a liability now. No good will come of our bringing her with us. It has been long enough; if the ship had felt her a vital member of the crew, someone worth negotiating for, they would have contacted us through Vemiss by now. But all we have received is silence.”

The so-called silence was interrupted by a series of rumbling explosions erupting in the distance, followed by a careening alarm going off on one of the many devices Emik had attached to his body. “Someone has breached the perimeter.” Another series of alarms came from a different device. A frown worked at Emik’s lips, “Another perimeter, closer to the river, has been breached. They’re making a two-front assault.”

His words pushed all the cell members into action. Melus double-checked her series of sharpened blades attached to her body before pulling out a very illegal Varon-t disruptor. She melted into the darkness, already heading towards the river. Kathesa favored the energy whip she’d won from a hapless Ferengi, moving with Jebul and his traditional phaser-fist combination towards the city entrance. Emik turned toward the lone functioning console in the junction, laying out his various gadgets that each coincided with the series of traps laid out throughout the tunnel system. If anyone non-Romulan drew close to these traps, Emik would know to detonate them.

Sajet glared at the human before turning his glare to Hirek, “Keep her under control. I’m going to get the boat started.”

He didn’t wait to see if Hirek complied with or without a snide comment or his habitual smirk before climbing down the rusted stairs to the single prop ancient-looking vessel they’d found floating near-derelict in these shadowed caverns. They always had a way to escape, and if these intruders thought there were only two routes out by land, they were about to be sadly mistaken by the reality that there was one more by the river.

[Enyd, thoroughly upset with the whole situation]

“So, what now? I just sit here and wait until your friends kill whoever is coming so they can then kill me?” From down the corridor towards the city exit, the echoing sounds of a fight were already reverberating off the walls. Over by the console, she could hear Emik’s grunts as he began to press a series of buttons and responding explosions testified to a trap detonated. “Are you going to tell me I survived listening to your stories and a teghbat attack only to die at the hands of your friends?”

Hirek pulled her against his body. In any other situation, Enyd might think he was trying to give her hug. But given the increasing sounds of bedlam coming at them from two different tunnels, combined with the curses from the older Romulan from the boat below and the groans of frustration from Emik at the console, Enyd knew it was not a hug. Hirek was securing her, as he’d been ordered to.

“Now, why would you think they were my friends?” Hirek dipped his head down to whisper in her ear.

Just as the older Romulan came back up the rusted stairs into view, a look of defeat on his face, and Emik turned snarling from the console towards them, Enyd heard the shuffling sounds of running feet coming toward them from down the corridor. She just spied the whites of dress uniform when Hirek pressed an object into her hand and whispered again, “If you would be kind enough to fight me, Lieutenant Madsen.”

“What-“ her face stung when Hirek suddenly struck her.

On instinct, Enyd pushed forward, using some of the moves Frank had taught her, momentarily forgetting about the object Hirek had put in her hand. Only once they were at the edge of the ledge overlooking the murky darkness of the slug rippling below did Enyd tighten her grip enough to realize it was a phaser. Behind her, Enyd could hear the last stand of the remaining Tal Shiar operatives against her friends. Raising her arm, Enyd tried to aim at Hirek. But there was something wrong. She felt it in the grip and heard it in the energy build-up in the gun. The last thing Enyd saw before the gun misfired, throwing the energy both into her body and partially into Hirek’s was his smirk.

[Hirek, potential Romulan defector]

The flash of the discharge was enough that when Enyd fell into the water if it could be called that, it was only reasonable that Hirek would fall too. They were both “victims” of a deadly misfire for any who cared to see the event. This was a delicate process, the whole defecting thing. If he wanted to do it in such a way as to protect his family back on Romulus and keep himself and Enyd both alive, well, it had been a crude set-up, but perhaps it might work.

The water was thick with gunk and impossible to see through. If he hadn’t grown up in the water as much as he’d been on it, Hirek doubted he would have been able to fetch Enyd’s limp body back to himself and tug the both of them beneath the surface to an alcove just beneath the ledge they’d fallen from. Beneath the water, Hirek was able to find a weathered ledge to anchor his fingers on, holding himself under the ledge and cradling the floating body of Enyd next to him, her head lolling on his shoulder. Until he heard confirmation of the Tal Shiar defeat, he was going to bob here in the muck with the unconscious Enyd, eagerly looking forward to the look of ire on her face once she was restored to consciousness and they were both safely aboard her vessel away from the filth of this world and the stupidity of the Tal Shiar.
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 07 [0345 hrs.] Mountain Mayhem with Madsen
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[ Vigenary Model I-9 Surgical Android | Recovery Ward | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Ellen Fitz 
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Heralded by the soft sounds of her metallic gait, V-Nine approached the patient on the biobed - fresh from post-surgery decontamination.

"Lieutenant Madsen?" she asked, even though she was quite certain about the identity of the patient given that she had uploaded the woman's medical record to her memory banks. V-Nine came to a stop next to the biobed. "I was informed that you were in the company of the Romulan named Drauc T'Laus when he was brought here, is that correct?"

Two hours had passed since the patient had arrived to sickbay, and V-Nine had been summoned to preform surgery immediately. The log had stated that he'd arrived to sickbay in company with Enyd Madsen via emergency transport, and one of the orderlies had told her that the woman might be interested in learning Mister T'Laus' fate. Therefore, as soon as the outcome was clear, she had taken the time to visit the Recovery Ward, wherein the woman was at. Madsen had been treated for her minor injuries already, and with a momentary glance towards the readings on display with her cycloptic lens, V-Nine could see that her condition remained unchanged from that of her medical journal's last entry.

"It was my duty to preform the surgery on T'Laus..." she said quietly in compassion for the woman, utilising proper bedside manner protocols. Wringing her metal hands, V-Nine lowered her lens towards the deck plating. "Knowing that you may wish to know how he fared... I came here as soon as possible."

Little did she know that her belated reveal of the surgery being successful may cause more distress than any proper bedside manner might.
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