"Right of Revenge"
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Stardate: 60326.1530
Setting: Corridor Outside Draxx Quarters
On her way back to her quarters, the young child was intercepted by the woman with the wrinkly nose. "Counsellor Clora," the girl acknowledged, smiling at the woman she recognised as a part of Captain Simmon's family, "You come for to see me?"
The Bajoran smiled. "I thought you might want to come over for supper, Commodore Simmons and I are going to be having Romulan Suk'ahr and I know how much you like it…"
The girl looked down the corridor towards her quarters as if thinking. "I come, but I have clean Bina mess first so Nan'ha no get mad… An' I forget Capi when I bite Bina… she can come too?" the child asked hopefully.
The Counsellor wondered if the child really expected her dead mother to get angry or if there was some misunderstanding with the language barrier. Instead she focused on the latter part of the girl's comment. "That depends… Who's Capi?"
Talia tilted her head and smiled, "Capi my monkey, she a Capi-cheen monkey, she no eat Suk'ahr but she be lonely if I no take her. Nan'ha say if me no take care Capi, me no keep Capi."
Sul raised an eyebrow… Enaii had not seemed the type to provide her child with a pet. "Sure then, you can bring Capi along. Do you want me to come help you clean up?"
The child scratched her head in thought. "No, me do. You have peoples to see, yes?"
Clora nodded, the child had always been quite perceptive, a skill she had picked up from her late mother no doubt. "I do. I'll come pick you up in your quarters in an hour… is that enough time?"
The four year old nodded vigorously. "Yes Counsellor Clora, I be ready for to go."
Nodding, the Bajoran woman escorted the child as far as her quarters before heading off to find someone else to speak to.
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Stardate: 60326.1530
Setting: Deep in Section I
Somewhere, deep within the recesses of the hidden base, twenty-seven extraordinary women sat in a darkened room reviewing the details of a single case file.
"Why weren't you able to predict this outcome?" one woman directed at the darkest corner of the room where six identical women sat, unable to be seen.
There was a slight pause, as there always was, before one of them spoke. "The factor of natural occurrence for Enaii's death was a negative percentage on this mission."
"It should not have happened," another answered from the corner.
"So what happened Jaycee, why is she dead?" the Intelligence Liaison officer of the SEKHMET countered emotionlessly.
"There is an unknown influencer," the voice replied.
"Someone or something that could not be anticipated directly altered the predictable flow of events resulting in her death," said yet another voice from the shadowed corner.
"WHO OR WHAT?!?" Katie, the HORUS' ILO shouted, almost ready to jump into the corner and confront the women in there one on one, a single arm from one of her other sisters stopped her in her tracks.
"I can answer that," En answered, flipping her wrist thirteen times on each hand before continuing to speak, "It could not be anticipated that Mister D-A-W-S-O-N would steal the S-P-H-I-N-X. By doing so he forced the hand of E-N-A-I-I and altered the predicable events of the A-N-U-B-I-S irreversibly for the remainder of it's mission," the woman informed them, compulsively spelling out any proper name she spoke.
"So he *is* responsible for her death," another woman replied as she and the two women closest to her broke down into uncontrollable tears.
None of the others dared touch their weeping sisters to console them, and instead Elsie spoke. "Not for the reasons that Sabrina has assigned to him, but the fact is that he caused her death. It is undeniable."
"Then we know what we have to do," Katie replied, "Mr Dawson's fate is *ours* by right."
"Agreed," a voice from the shadows responded, "Admiral Koneki will not deny us, we will be his Judge and Jury."
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Lisa Mac Isaac {lisa_mac_isaac@hotmail.com}
Writing the hopes, dreams and future of:
Lieutenant Commander Enaii - Intelligence Liaison Officer
USS ANUBIS
And if you see no reason for giving thanks, rest assured that the fault is in yourself. 2005 post #420
~~Chief Tecumseh 1813
