"Chasing the Throck"
by Lt. Reagan Mudd
Chief of Intelligence
USS Atlanta

"What's going on?"  Ensign Barglov yelled.

The lights and power was flickering in the ACE, causing much confusion and consternation among
the intelligence staff.  In times of security duress, it was protocol for the intelligence
section to turn their sensor allocations inward to assist the security department.  However,
this particular target of security had read their manuals as well, evidently.

"Backup power,"  Reagan ordered as she walked in. What a great thing to happen when escorting a
Romulan warbird, she fumed.

"Local power grid stabilizing,"  Komuro reported from his workstation.

"Get those sensors online and tell me where Ensign Throck Logra is!"  

"Sensors not online...wait, I think I can get an energy scan...no lifeform readings though...."
Barglov hurriedly punched the keys at his station.

[Lieutenant Mudd, report to Shuttle Bay Two.  We think Logra is headed this way.]

"On my way,"  Reagan said, then hesitated as she considered options.

"Ensign Barglov, can that basic energy scan tell me where the forcefields are being erected?"

"Aye, sir.  Forcefields are being activated.....going away from Shuttle Bay Two.  Do you think
Logra knows we are on to him?"

"Most probable destination?"

"I...I don't know....Logra is moving away from the transporter rooms, away from the shuttles...
the only thing worthwhile in that direction...."

"Is the battle bridge,"  Reagan finished for her Ferengi assistant. Running for the door, she
activated her communicator. "Tellon, Lisak, Roland....I recommend sending a security team to the
battle bridge. It may just be a feint to draw us away from the shuttle bay and transporters,
but if it is not, Ensign Throck Logra will have the power to start a war with the Romulans."

[Acknowledged,  Tellon out.]

Oh, boy what a day this was turning out to be, Reagan thought as she raced toward the shuttlebay.
And she still had to figure out a way to rescue Theussian...a woman's work is never done, she
brooded.  Oh, well, at least I am getting that run I have been putting off, she thought as she
sprinted to the turbolift. 
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"A change of plans??" began Theussian, but that was all that he could get out before all hell
broke loose.

Klaxons began to go off all over the ship. The Chief Prosecutor looked up in surprise and then
looked back at Theussian.

"If THIS is some attempt by Federation forces to retrieve you, you will be the first to die!!"
he shouted, turning and leaving.

The doors closed behind him and Theussian was left with the three
security guards standing
near his cell.  Theussian knew the Atlanta wouldn't try something this rash.  It just didn't
make sense. Something was definitely wrong.  

Damn! Theussian thought to himself.  He hated being locked up like this, out of the game!

Theussian sat down on his bunk and began meditating, trying to somehow bring calm to
himself as the adrenalin began to pump through his body. He had to clear his head or he would
be no good to anybody.

He had noticed one thing though.

The Chief Prosecutor had lost his temper, very unlike him.  It was good to know that he
could be pushed...
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On the bridge of the Romulan Warbird Lan'd'Na, the Chief Prosecutor walked in on
a bustling bridge.

"Commander, just what is going on here?"  he asked the captain of the ship.

"Federation shuttle is headed our way.  I knew they couldn't be trusted!  Weapons!"

"Yes Commander!"

"Lock forward disruptors on the shuttle.  Lock torpedoes on the Atlanta. Time for Captain
Philips to learn the price of betrayal..."
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"The Chase" part 2
by: Lt. Commander Warren Lisak
Chief Engineer

[Misha.  Someone is trying to separate the ship!] Came the voice of Burton, over the COMM.

"If someone is trying to separate the ship, then who are we chasing?" asked Misha.

"Computer: Where is Ensign Throck Logra?" asked Warren to the computer.

[Ensign Logra is on the battle bridge.]

"That little piece of sh..."  Warren tried to say.

"We're on our way," said Misha, interrupting Warren. Misha, Warren, and Christian started on
their way to the battle bridge.

"Rolland," said Warren, walking over to the weapons locker.  "Come here." Warren opened the
locker, using his modified code, and pulled out a phaser and a tricorder. "Take this. You might
need it." The Chief Engineer handed the phaser and tricorder to Christian, and the two left to
catch up to the security team.

[Warning.  Saucer separation in 20 seconds.] said the computer, in its always monotone voice.
The group continued on their way to the battle bridge.

[Warning.  Saucer separation in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.]  Suddenly, the count stopped and
the entire ship paused, waiting for and assuming the worst...

But nothing happened.

"Captain!" said the Lt. at tactical. "An unauthorized shuttle is being launched!"

"What?" shouted Phillips. "Where is it headed?"

"Long range sensors are off-line."

"On screen!" ordered Phillips, getting up and walking over to the CONN. The picture on the screen
flickered and then changed to a picture of a shuttle, on a direct course for the Romulan ships.

--In the corridor (with Misha, Lisak, Rolland, and security team) --

[Misha! A shuttle has just been launched from shuttle bay 1.]

"What?"  Misha shouted.

"You have your ways? Huh?" said Warren, playfully mocking Misha, again.
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"What the Hell"
Lt.Cmdr Christian Roland
Strategic Operations Officer

As Christian was walking down the hall to Misha's office to talk about lifting the current
security ban on him, he then bolted out of the office.

"Roland, come with me--the saboteur is getting away." Misha yelled, as Roland went into a jog
behind him.

Once they got to the shuttlebay doors, Misha pulled out his phaser and Roland looked down,
he was defenseless, but oh well he thought.

As the doors opened, there was only Warren Lisak, surpised to see us.

As they searched everywhere, the klaxons went on that the saucer was separating. "What the
hell?!" Christian yelled out. Misha began to run up to see what was going on. As Warren and
Christian were leaving, Warren made sure that Roland was well defended.  

Once they got caught up to Misha, he had just received word that the shuttle was launched.

"Great, now we're going hunting. There must be at least one shuttle working, the Atlanta has
3 shuttlebays," Roland said as they headed to get to one.
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"Separation Trouble"
by Cpt. Philips

"Sir! Unsignaled and unscheduled shuttle leaving shuttlebay!" someone barked.  

"What in the hell, lock a tractor beam onto the secondary hull and keep it docked with us!"
Philips yelled. "Red Alert! Bring sensors on-line! Bring everything on-line! Arm
phasers! Target the shuttle! We'll kill that guy if we have to to stop a intergalactic war!"

"Sir, the Romulan T'Plerix Class Warbird has already done that and they've also locked
torpedoes on us!"

"Wha... raise shields!"

All of a sudden an explosion erupted on the screen and the Atlanta rocked violently.  

"Sir! The shuttle's been destroyed! The secondary hull has been reattached and is not putting up
a fight!"

"Target the..." He was interrupted by the Atlanta rocking again, only this time under fire by
both disruptors and torpedoes.  

"Sir!  2 D'Deridex Class warbirds decloaking!"

"Target one and fire phasers! Target all of them with a full spread of torpedoes! Fire!"

The Atlanta struck out firing on the Romulans. Then a full spread of torpedoes hit them knocking
one off course for just a second.  

"Sir! The USS Ajax is decloaking off our starboard bow! It's a Defiant Class starship!"

"Good, now let's show these Romula...."

The Atlanta rocked violently again. The secondary tactical officer's panel and the Engineering
console erupted in sparks sending two officers flying in opposite directions, hitting each other
in the backs. They fell to the floor--one dead, one badly injured.  

"Medical team to the bridge! Fire all weapons!"

Another three phaser shots shot out from the Atlanta's type 13 experimental phaser banks and
pierced the shields of one Romulan warbird, damaging it slightly, ripping a part of its outer
hull off.  

The Ajax swept in firing all the way. The same warbird was hit another dozen times and it
floated in space, drifting.  

Then the Romulans took up positions in front of the drifting warbird and stopped firing.
The Ajax disengaged and took a position alongside the Atlanta. They were at a deadlock position.  

"Revert to yellow alert, repair crews to the bridge," Philips said, sitting down in his chair.
Phew. 
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"Back To Duty"
by Ensign Ilis Maronday

Ilis cast one last look at the Atlanta's sickbay and then walked out, feeling much better now that
she could return to her work. Although she had been quickly briefed with hurried reports for
the week she had spent awake in sickbay, she was still a bit confused, and could not wait to
get back to the ACE. She had fallen into an unexpected coma while on duty one day, and from what
the CMO had told her, it had lasted quite a while. The doctor had said that she could find
absolutely no cause whatsoever for it, and it worried Ilis. A lot.

Entering the ACE with the Atlanta at yellow alert and a Romulan Warbird on the viewscreen was
refreshing, if disconcerting. 
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"Planning"
by Ensign Ilis Maronday

Ilis reported to the ACE as ordered, and met the other three Intelligence officers there. As
she walked in, the two Ferengi grinned. "Nice to see you back on duty," Barglov said.

"It is nice to be back on duty," she replied sincerely. She looked at the console and quickly
sized up the situation. "So, Lieutenant Theussian has been arrested by Romulans."

Jigs chuckled. "Yeah. Can't say we were completely disappointed."

Ilis glanced at him with a slight smile. "Shared sentiments."

Komuro looked puzzled, and a little shocked. "I don't understand. Lieutenant Theussian is a
valuable member of the crew."

The Ferengi rolled their eyes and snickered, and Ilis shook her head, exasperated. Some things
never changed. "But Ensign Komuro is right," she said, sobering. "This ship needs Theussian as much
as it needs anyone else. And since the senior crew is having a conference on the Warbird, it's up
to us to figure out how to rescue him."

"So what do we do?" Barglov asked.

Jigs suddenly lit up at the moment Ilis began to speak. "Hey, I've got an idea!"

"I have a feeling that your idea and my idea are the same," Ilis said.

"You're a Romulan," Jigs confirmed.

"Exactly," Ilis said. "The Romulans will never suspect that I do not belong there. Any security
clearance I need will be easily handled by my experience in the Tal Shiar, and it will be child's
play to convince the crew that I have been ordered by the Tal Shiar to take the 'prisoner' into
my own custody. The only problem is where to take him. Obviously, not here."

Both Ferengi were deep in thought, while Komuro was still trying to catch up with their line of
thinking. It was a problem not so easily solved. Where could she transport herself and Theussian
once she got him out? Which brought up another point. She couldn't beam directly to the
Romulan ship from the Atlanta, or they would know where she was from. What was the solution?
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"Unacceptable!" shouted the Chief Prosecutor. "The Ajax had no right to enter our space!"

Tensions were mounting in the conference room of the disabled Warbird, and Philips knew he
had to diffuse the situation pretty damn quick.

"Chief Prosecutor," he said, remaining seated, fighting to maintain his cooler outer
appearance. "Consider our position. Escorted into enemy
territory, blind, weaponless--
what would you have done if the situations
were reversed?"

"That is not the issue here, Captain. It was your renegade officer that secreted his way into
our space. Killed two dozen officers and men at our prison facility. It is he and he alone
that brought all this upon both my government and the Federation."

"Yes, that may be true, but we were also not aware of a saboteur that would launch a shuttle and
head toward your Warbird. And need I remind you that it was your ship that fired its disruptors
and torpedoes on us? It was you that drew first blood."

"I will defend my ship," piped in the Commander of the Lan'd'Na seated to the left of the Chief
Prosecutor. "For all we knew it was a suicide run at my vessel, an attempted rescue operation of
your officer..."

"Oh please!!" said Burton, rolling his eyes at this latest statement.
Philips stood up, gripping the shoulder of his first officer, gently quieting him, and then
walked over to the Chief Prosecutor. "Chief Prosecutor. Our original goal is still the same.
To witness the trial of our officer. Lt Telon and Lt Mudd are both still his legal counsel. There
is no reason why we can't continue with our original plan. I'm sure we could overlook yesterday's
little 'tantrum.'"
The Chief Prosecutor turned and looked out the window, his hands rubbing together. Clearly in view
were the Romulan ships and Federation starships floating in the void of space. Finally, he turned
back toward this delegation of Federation and Romulan officers.
"Very well, Captain. I will accept this cease fire in the interest of getting this business
over with, but on one condition..."
"Go ahead, Chief Prosecutor G'Lan."
"The trial will be held here, on the Warbird T'met, three days from now. I will allow no further
incursion into Romulan space by the Federation. It seems the prudent thing to do."
Philips looked over at Misha. He didn't look too happy about only having 72 hours to prepare for
the trial. Romulan law and procedures were very intricate and involved. But it seemed reasonable,
and he himself didn't want to go any further into Romulan territory. "Very well, Chief
Prosecutor. You have a deal. Now if you'll excuse me, I must return to my ship. Shall I suggest
that all ships present take their weapons off-line? To further avoid any 'misunderstandings.'"
"Done," he simply said.
"Good," the Captain said, tapping his communicator. "Philips to
Atlanta."
((Atlanta here.))
"We're ready to return to the ship. Signal the Captain of the Ajax. I'll want to meet with him in
15 minutes."
(Aye, sir.))
With a shimmer of light the Starfleet personnel vanished.
On board the Lan'd'Na, Theussian looked up suddenly. He knew what was coming. The die had been
cast...
At sector grid 327 Alpha, what was once empty space was now teeming with life. Romulan
Warbirds, Federation starships, Romulan and Federation shuttles, and Romulans and Federation men in
zero-g suits mending their damaged vessels.
It looked like a small city in space had been put up.
Lt Commander Lisak floated outside the main deflector dish, tethered to the Atlanta by a safety
line. He of course had the ability to walk on the ship if he needed to, but for right now he
found himself jumping back and forth, supervising repairs.
It had been years since Lisak had
spent this much time in zero gravity. Unlike most people he really enjoyed the feeling of
weightlessness, but he had been out here for almost thirteen hours and even he was longing for
the snug familiarity of artifical gravity.
The Captain had been adamant about having the Atlanta repaired by the time the trial was held, though
he did not expect any hostilities. And being stuck out here in Romulan space, the engineering crew
of the Atlanta found out that they would spend at least the next two days repairing their "baby."
Lisak was of course worried about Theussian. He was the subject of discussion all around the ship.
But right now the Atlanta kept him occupied and besides, he would see the tribunal soon enough...
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Mudd leaned back in her chair at the ACE and rubbed her eyes.  She had spent the last twelve hours
perusing the UCMJ and the Declarations of the Romulan Empire as well as the Articles of the Federation,
trying to come up with some matter of defense. It did not look good.
The door chimed.  "Come in!" beckoned Mudd, grateful for the break.
Misha Telon came in, coffee cup in hand, bloodshot eyes showing, and a data disk which he threw on
Mudd's desk.
"I swear, if Theussian gets himself out of this I will be the one to kill him. I hate lawyers!!
And he's turned me into one!"
"No luck yet?" inquired Mudd.
"None. Besides the Romulan Right of Statement, I can't make out much of the Romulan legal system,"
he responded, exasperated.
"I know. Damn it!" she cried, striking her desktop, hard.
"Damn near take a miracle to save him now..." said Telon, leaning back in the chair on the other side
of Mudd's desk and throwing his boots up on the table.
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Somewhere in a star system over 32 hours away from the Atlanta, a door chimed.
The Admiral stepped through after it slid open silently.
Indeed, a miracle was brewing...
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Mudd was in the ACE again reviewing the bomb data with Lisak and 
the two Ferengi. One of the Ferengi
brought Mudd a record of the officer who was the first on the bridge. "He's not a Starfleet Officer,
ma'am. He's a Klingon."
Mudd glared at the little Ferengi and reminded him of the current alliances.
"But that's not why it concerns me. Did you know that during the
war with the Klingon Empire we had
recently he was piloting
the ship that destroyed the Faragut after KILLING the other helm officer who refused to attack a
Federation ship!?"
Mudd looked at the bomb reports again, "Could these reports have
been faked?"
The Ferengi smiled with pointed teeth. "No, but the particles from the bombing could have been put
on there to make a Cardassian bomb look Romulan in a matter of minutes, and our Klingon officer seems
to have been on the bridge alone for 20 minutes."
Mudd sighed and decided she'd better interview the Klingon herself. He was part of the Officer
Exchange Program so he would not be a very diplomatic man. She looked at the padd and saw he just
passed the diplomacy part of the exchange program. "I've fought Klingons before but not one with a
combat record", she thought as she slipped a hand phaser behind her belt.
"Wonderful!  Just wondeful!" Mudd was running back to Ilis for her to work with the Klingon since
another legal matter had come up. She had been severely overworked the last few hours but
knew she had been through greater pressures. "It's just like the Academy days", she told herself. She
handed the padd to Ilis gasping for breath and told her to "find...out about the bomb...from
the big...Klingon...talk to the...Ferengi."
Ilis walked to the ACE and talked to the Ferengi, and the Ferengi
explained his ideas again. Ilis went
out of the ACE and to the turbolift. "Deck 18, Living Quarters."
The turbolift wizzed her to deck 18
and opened up with the suprise of the person she was trying to find bumping into her.
"nuqneH romula'ngan!?"
Recognizing the Klingon greeting Ilis started the interview walking to his quarters which were
filled with various weapons and a picture of the Faragut which
had on the bottom: "Respect the
teran'ngans warriors. They made you what you are today."
"So you've come to challenge my batlh (honor)?  You've come to make me look like the petaQ who did
this when you - romula'ngan - are the obvious one at guilt here!?"
Rugh took out his Mek`leth and sharpened the blade.  "Sit down and we shall...talk. I hope - for
your sake - I'm not being accused."
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U'Larok looked around him. He felt much better; of course, he wasn't officially back on duty
yet, but he was able to walk, and he could just about talk. He had an artificial windpipe now,
as well as most of his stomach being covered with various different types of plastic. He
had about seven stitches on his head, altogether.
But he did feel much better.
On this assumption he levered himself up out of the bed, and reached for the pair of crutches.
Grabbing them, he maneuvered himself up onto them, and started to hobble his way somewhere.
The Atlanta's supposed criminal had saved his children. Now, he was going to save him.
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The ACE was frantic, as Mudd pushed herself to work through every single legal document possible.
Even with Ilis' help, it would be a close-to-impossible task. She just wished she had some more
help. The two Ferengi weren't really much use, as they were needed for various Intelligence
surveillance schemes.
The doors swished open. Mudd ignored them as much as possible, concentrating on Romulan law. A
figure stood above her. She looked up at it.
"U'Larok?" she asked, as she walked over to him. He nodded. "Why are you here?"
"I am not, according to anyone else." He touched a few keys on one of the panel. "Can you...?"
Mudd nodded.
"Good. We've established that no one can find me. I have come to help with your...looking through
the law, but I also realize that I will be called as a witness. Correct?" Mudd agreed, helping him
to sit down in the chair next to her.
Mudd realized his aid would be close to invaluable, considering his work in Romulan Intelligence
and, of course, remembering that as part of Military Training you are to learn every law. "So, where
do we start?"
U'Larok called up a file from the database. "Look at this. You'll find, I think, what you'd call a
loophole."
Mudd looked at the PADD with considerable interest.
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"Midnight Oil"
by Lt Reagan Mudd
Chief of Intelligence
USS Atlanta

"Still checking references?"
Reagan looked up from the text grown bleary from too many hours of reading and re-reading. Her
eyes finally focused, and she beheld her Assistant Chief standing by in front of her chair.
"Ilis," Reagan said.  She was still happy to see her Ensign back in action so soon after recovering
from a coma. Perhaps some of the old days with Echo Team had rubbed off on Reagan, especially
the protectiveness of one's team that Jonah Savage had instilled in each of his team members. "How
late is it?"
"Earth time?  Midnight."
"You have early shift tomorrrow as well, Ensign,"  Reagan said.
"With waking up from a coma, I find it is hard to sleep for long. It is as if my body has had its
share of sleeping, and is ready to be awake."
"I wanted to talk to you alone anyway, Ilis," Reagan put down the PADD and motioned Ilis to the
only other chair in the ACE.  
"I have already completed the initial debriefing with Throck.  Nothing forthcoming, I am afraid.
He is still sticking with his story about having a serious blood debt with the Orion Syndicate,
which was bought by Cardassian Intelligence."
"And the Cardassians blackmailed him,"  Reagan finished.  "For what it's worth, I believe him."
"Sir?"
"Throck had nothing to gain from lying at this point," Reagan smiled slightly as she remembered
the trap Tellon had sprung when Roland and Lisak chased Ensign Throck Logra into his waiting
phaser. Good crewmates, she thought to herself, and darn competent, too.
"So why do we continue questioning him, then?"
"So we can determine who his contacts were.  There are many factions of Cardassian Intelligence.
What if he is a long-lost son of the High Council? It is possible the so-called "Cardassian
Intelligence" could be a Resistance Cell, hoping to find a savior to oust Gul Dukat. We just don't
know, unless Throck can identify the Cardassians who approached him."
"A Cardassian Resistance Cell?  Like that group that calls themselves the 'Redux', or that
group allegedly hiding out in Kal-Dixas Space Port?"
Reagan nodded. "Exactly. Just a possibility. I would hate to make a conjecture with so little
information."   
Silence passed between the two as Reagan's mind wandered to different motives and courses of
action, before Ilis spoke up again.
"With all due respect, Lieutenant, I think we would both be better off with a little sleep.
Romulan law can't be learned after midnight. It's a rule, I think," Ilis said.
"Spoken well," Reagan said, rising to leave. "At the trial, I want you to accompany me, if you
don't think it will be too difficult seeing...well, other Romulans again. Your presence might
help unnerve them a little. Remind them that the smartest Romulans work with us, not against
us."
As Ilis considered, Reagan had another thought.  "And, on a more personal note, could you see if
you could spend some time distracting Lieutenant U'Larok?  I know you are aware of his family
situation.  I want to help, but I prove a bad distraction. Sooner or later, he will figure out I
am entirely too interested in analyzing him and learning as much as I can about Romulan psyche,
which is not a good image for a friend."
The doors of the ACE slid open, and the two Intelligence officers left for their quarters, to
sleep, perchance to dream....
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Lt Mudd stepped from the shuttle to the Romulan Warbird T'Met.  She quickly glanced around the
shuttle bay, her eyes narrowing in the dimmer light.  
"Ah, Lt Mudd. Welcome to the T'Met," said Chief Prosecutor G'Lan,
shaking her hand as she stepped
off the shuttle. "May I show you to the prison facilities?"
"Of course," she said, appraising who would be her opponent on the floor of the tribunal in
just two days.
The two left the shuttle bay, with two rather large security officers trailing behind her
and G'Lan.
"Why the need for Frick and Frack back there?" she asked a bit sarcastically.
"Ah, Lieutenant, your reputation in the Intelligence community precedes you. Prudence dictates
that we have an escort."
Reagan smiled in spite of herself. Seems like the old saying "Romulans NEVER forget" was
turning out to be true.  She knew from days gone by that she had had run-ins with the Empire
before, and had come out on top. If she hadn't, she wouldn't be here to debate the issue.
"In here," G'Lan beckoned.
After a number of security checks and scans, Mudd was allowed to meet privately with Theussian.
"Privately" meaning two guards standing three feet behind her.
"D-Day, how are you holding up?"  she asked with genuine concern.
"Fine, Reagan. How is the Atlanta? I knew there was trouble, but they wouldn't tell me a thing."
"The ship is fine. Repairs proceeding after a little 'misunderstanding.' Look, D-Day.
I won't sugarcoat this for you, it doesn't look good. But a few things have come up that may help.
Something U'Larok came up with, a possible loophole..."
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From inside the chamber next door, G'Lan watched Theussian and Mudd chat about the upcoming trial.
"Sir, with all due respect, shouldn't the audio monitors be on??" his aide asked, sitting next to
him.
"Why bother? Nothing they can possibly come up with can save this
Deltan from dying in a barrage of
disruptor fire.  I doubt they'll even have enough DNA material left to send to his mother. No,
young Romulan, this case is a lock."
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SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY FROM THE WARBIRD T'MET
"I cannot!!"
"You must! A man's life hangs in the balance."
"Do you know what they would do to me Admiral?  I am a wanted fugitive. I have been on the run
for almost 72 years!!"
"Damn you P'tara.  I gave you ONE more chance to finally make good. When you're on your
deathbed, many years from now, just remember, you had the chance!"
The Admiral slammed the door to the hut behind him. In a shimmer of light he was gone, and within
minutes of that, his orbiting ship had warped out of the system.
In a dark hut on the planet of Kryol IV, a match suddenly flared and a single candle was lit. An
old Romulan sat in the chair, staring at the candle, his hands steepled in an almost prayer-like
fashion. He was deep in meditation, trying to calm the chaos racing through his mind.
All he could see was the candle...
And the flame...
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