Star Trek: Infinite Frontier #3
The Chimes at Midnight Pt. 3
-The Reyes Estate; Benehavis, Spain-
Every time he returned home, Matthew Reyes never slept well. It was usually only two, maybe three days, but in the past, it had been more than a week. On a ship, there is a constant whir, motion and the droning of the warp core. On a ship, any time he couldn’t sleep, he could always count the stars as they flew by. On a ship, he had tasks to complete, stuff to occupy his mind. On Earth, he had none of that. No whir, motion or drone, no distinct purpose and certainly no passing stars. Only the crickets, wind and a wife cuddled up to him who he was convinced was the first human/volcano hybrid.
Matt rolled over and kissed his wife on the temple. She stirred a bit and grumbled something under her breath, but she did not wake up. He fumbled in the dark for his sweatpants and slipped them on as he continued to move towards the door and to the kitchen.
The kitchen hadn’t changed in the twenty-seven years that he called this place his home, so he didn’t need to turn on the lights to grab himself a glass from the counter. He walked over to the tap, turned it on and felt the water with his hand to make sure it was cold before filling it up. This would have been an easier process with a replicator, but his abuela didn’t believe in them. She always said Earth has too many natural resources to rely on a computer for sustenance.
Suddenly, Matthew heard a very loud beeping coming from his bedroom. He ran down the hall into his study and pressed the communication application on his PADD. Dr. Bradbury dressed in full surgical gear appeared on the screen his look was somewhere between grim and frantic.
“Doc…?”
“Matt, no time. Get to Paris right now. It’s the President…”
***
-Pitié-Salpêtrière Hospital. Paris, France-
Captain Reyes rushed into the lobby of the Federation VIP Ward, still adjusting parts of his uniform. He ended his call with Dr. Bradbury less than five minutes ago and he was already in Paris. Even in the 24th Century, Reyes was proud of his speed.
“HEY, YOU! STOP! What are you doing here?” shouted a security guard from across the room as she sprinted towards Reyes with a phaser drawn.
Reyes put his hands above his head. “Captain Matthew Reyes, Lieutenant. The President is a friend of mine, so is the attending physician.”
“Matt!” Iroh Vox called as he came over to them. “Ma’am, I can vouch for him.”
The woman nodded and stepped back to her post, allowing Iroh to lead Matt back towards the surgical center. The room was set up as a triage ward with doctors running around, treating those who were wounded and moving on to the next ones. Matthew recognized the head of the President’s security detail as a doctor covered his body with a simple white sheet.
Reyes looked down at the cot closest to him and realized that it was Ensign Misha Broome, the President’s personal assistant. She looked almost unrecognizable. Blood nearly covered her entire body, though he couldn’t tell if it was hers. Her left leg below the knee was entirely missing and her left arm was hanging by what look like one tendon on the shoulder. Her face was completely mangled on the left side and her eyes were completely white.
Reyes reached down and grabbed her right hand and was felt a small swell of joy when he felt it squeeze back. He looked at her face again and saw a tear fall down her right cheek.
“This one!” Reyes jumped back, not realizing that there was a doctor with a tricorder out right next to him. “This is Broome’s daughter!”
Reyes inched up as two medical assistants picked up her cot and took it to another room. “Just keep her alive. The President’s personal physician will be here within the next fifteen minutes.”
The Doctor turned to face Reyes. “And you are?”
“Captain Matthew Reyes. Doctor Bradbury called for me.” Without speaking, the Doctor grabbed Reyes by the arm and lead in back towards a private surgical suite. They entered the room and as they crossed the threshold, they were doused with an anti-bacterial beam. Doctor Bradbury was standing towards the corner of the room while four doctors operated on President Fahl. “Alton?”
“Matt! I’m glad to see you.”
Captain Reyes knew why Bradbury was called in, but he tried not to think of it in that moment. There was only one reason why one of Starfleet’s predominant experts on Trill physiology was called in. It wasn’t to rescue the host.
“How bad is it?” Reyes asked, already knowing the answer.
Doctor Bradbury shook his head. “It’s grim, Captain. We’re going to have to make a choice soon. If we keep going, we risk losing both of them… I know we have to try saving the President, but we can’t lose the symbiont.”
Matthew nodded. Panem Fahl was a Trill, specifically a joined Trill The Trill were a symbiotic species where hosts carried long-lived symbionts through their lives taking on the memories and some personalities of the past hosts. The symbionts were revered in Trill society and hosts were tasked with protecting the life of the symbiont at all costs. “Who gives the order?”
“I do!” Admiral Mark Taifey plowed into the surgical suite. He was already naturally taller than both Reyes and Bradbury, yet his posture made him tower over them. “Harvest the symbiont now. President Fahl is the only reason Trill didn’t leave the Federation last month. The loss of the Fahl symbiont will harm the uneasy relationship we have on that planet. We don’t have a choice here.”
“Admiral, we have a little bit more time,” Bradbury responded.
“Can’t do it, Doctor. This order comes from above my paygrade,” Admiral Taifey said
Doctor Bradbury looked over at President Fahl. He knew that this was likely the result regardless of how much they worked on him. Matthew walked over to where the Doctors were working on him. He placed his hand on his shoulder and the President looked up at him. “Matt… don’t… don’t let it end…”
“He’s coding,” shouted one of the Doctors. “Doctor Bradbury, we need you!”
Doctor Bradbury ran over, pushing Matt away. As Doctor Bradbury began his work on harvesting the symbiont, Reyes walked over to the Admiral. “Damned Romulans,” Admiral Taifey whispered.
“Romulans?” Reyes inquired.
Taifey shrugged. “Who else? Just a few weeks after the stall in Relocation talks. Stands to reason.”
Matthew didn’t respond. He knew his opinion on Romulans were not popular and would fall on deaf ears. He rubbed his fingers through his greying black hair as he watched Doctor Bradbury effectively end the life of one half of a friend, yet save the other half. “What’s the plan?”
“Unfortunately, there are only a dozen Trills on the planet. Three are joined, but of the rest, a couple are too old. A couple are too young enough, but the Trills Council demands that we don’t put a symbiont in an unprepared host unless in an emergency. So we have to take it back to Trill,” Admiral Taifey said.
Matthew nodded. “How do you plan on doing that?”
Taifey shrugged. “We’ll prep a ship and have it ready to go by mid-day tomorrow. Obviously, we’ll have to assign Doctor Bradbury to that ship temporarily.”
Reyes shook his head. “Mark, I can have the Persephone ready to go within the hour. Alton already has the Sick Bay the way he likes it and the crew is small enough to keep details of the mission on a need to know basis.”
Admiral Taifey rocked his head back and forth, mulling it over. “It’s a training vessel…”
“It’s ready to go. The orbital fleet is not prepared for interstellar travel and since we just got home yesterday, she isn’t up on blocks yet. I can take a crew of 35 and be there and back by this time next week,” Reyes explained.
Taifey huffed. “Alright… I’ll let Starfleet Command know. I’ll see if there are any unjoined Trill officers on Earth… I’ll assign them to the Persephone.”
“One last thing. I want Lieutenant Commander Tevvryn to stay on. No one knows the engines better than him and I know he’s our guy to keep us at top speed,” Captain Reyes asked hopefully.
Taifey huffed again. “Fine. Get to the damn ship, Reyes. You better be out of the Solar System by zero-two-hundred.”
“Aye sir.”
Reyes ran out the door and was sprayed by the anti-bac beam. As soon as he left, he was hit with the realization of what happened. He felt his legs buckle from underneath him and grabbed hold of the closest wall to keep him standing. He looked down at his uniform, but there was nothing remiss on the black and burgundy fabric. However, he touched his chest and felt something moist. Pulling his fingers away, he saw blood coating them. He let out a cry and squatted down on the ground.
“It’s done, Matt… I’m so sorry.”
Captain Reyes didn’t acknowledge when Dr. Bradbury placed his hand on his shoulder. After a moment, he reached up and touched his hand and shook it against him. “Alright, brother. Let’s go.”
***
-Bridge of the U.S.S. Persephone-
Captain Matthew Reyes took a deep breath as he stepped on to the bridge of his ship. He had been on the deck less than 24 hours ago, but it felt like weeks. “Mr. Park-Taifey, clear all moorings and prepare to disembark.”
“Captain, do you have a heading?” the junior Lieutenant asked matter-of-factly.
Reyes shook his head as he stood behind the Conn Officer. “Not yet, Jin. Give me 10 minutes.”
Jin nodded his head and went back to work at his controls. He took a deep breath as he worked attempting to clear his mind of any potential problems. He had just received new orders where he was to report to work Starfleet Academy for additional operations training, but was awoken in the middle of the night to report to back to the Persephone. “Moorings released. All systems ready.”
“Thank you, Lieutenant. Stand by. Sorel. Join me in my ready room.” The Romulan got up from the Operations Station and followed Reyes to the Ready Room. Reyes sat down behind his desk and she took one of the chairs in front.
“At what point do you tell the crew we’re on our way to Trill?” Sorel asked.
Reyes sighed. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to ask how she knew about the top-secret mission before everyone besides Dr. Bradbury knew, but he couldn’t muster it. He was numb. “In a moment. But you’re not going.”
“Sir?”
“I don’t know, Sorel. I got a bad feeling about this. I’d like you to stay behind and see if you can figure out what happened. If the Romulans are involved…”
“If the Romulans are involved, I will likely be taken to prison,” Sorel interjected.
Captain Reyes nodded. “Yes. So, I need you to find the alternative. I don’t believe… I can’t believe the Romulans are involved with this, but popular sentiment will prevail if an alternative can’t be provided. I trust you still have some connections in Starfleet Intelligence.”
Sorel shrugged. “Most of them were never fond of working with a Romulan, but I’m sure I can find someone on the fringes.”
“See that you do,” Reyes breathed.
“Anything else, Matthew?” Sorel spoke almost at a whisper, using her Captain’s real name to signal her care.
Reyes shrugged and shook his head. Sorel nodded and left the room while he gazed out of his window at planet Earth with the moon in the background. Reyes had been a Captain for almost four years now and was an administrator on a Space Station for five years prior to that. He was many things, but he did not lack command experience, but he had never been through something like this.
Captain Reyes stood up and eased towards the door to the bridge. He stopped at the model of Starbase 347, placing his hand on it and began to lightly rub it with his thumb and forefinger as he closed his eyes and counted back from ten in his head. When he reached one, he took a deep breath stepped towards the door, still with his eyes closed using the hiss of the sliding door to determine that it was safe to continue. “Commander Fender. Commander Sorel will not be joining us. I need you to fill in as acting First Officer for the remainder of this mission.”
Fender nodded. “Sir, what is our mission?”
Reyes waived his hand towards her. “I’ll get to that.”
He walked towards the Conn Station at the front of the ship and placed his hand on Lieutenant (J.G.) Jin Park-Taifey’s shoulder. “Mr. Park-Taifey, I’m going to need you to take the Operations Station.”
Jin looked up at his Captain with perplexity, but quickly shook his head. “Y… yes, sir.” He got up and moved towards the Operations Station, which was the front most station on the right side of the bridge from the Captain’s perspective.
Reyes shook his head assertively towards Allison Varner who was standing next to the Captain’s Chair. “Chief Varner, take the Conn.”
Varner’s blue eyes grew wider as she pushed her blonde bangs away from them. “But, sir, I have never flown outside of simulators…”
“We’re going to try to make this as routine as possible. If we see some action, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. I just need someone I trust at the controls.” Reyes looked around the bridge from the front. By this point, everyone was staring at him and he sighed.
“Matt? What is this all about?” Tevvryn, who was seated at the Engineering station next to Lieutenant Park-Taifey grunted.
“Tev, Park, Varner, Fender stay. The rest of you, clear the bridge.” The four other crewmembers who were on the bridge looked at each other with looks of bewilderment, but nodded and exited quickly and efficiently.
As soon as the last left the bridge, Captain Reyes sat down assertively in the Captain’s Chair at the center of the room. “My friends, at roughly twenty-three-hundred hours, the Federation Headquarters was attacked with coordinated bombings directly targeting the Office of the Federation President leaving eleven dead and forty-five wounded. One of those wounded was the President himself and due to his status as a joined Trill, the decision was made to separate the host from the symbiont.”
The bridge was completely silent except for a small gasp that escaped Varner’s mouth. “At one-hundred-fifty-two hours, Federation Panem Fahl died and we were tasked with returning the symbiont to Trill. I have elected to play this close to the vest. The news should be hitting the airwaves in the next several hours, but in case there are other parties at play, I want to make sure we obscure as much as possible.”
Captain Reyes cleared his throat before he continued. “The five of us and Doctor Bradbury are going to be the only people with knowledge of our mission and our heading. Your personal logs will remain clear, all navigation logs will be encrypted, and all communications to and from the Persephone will run through my Ready Room. If it were up to me, we would be the only ones on this mission, but in case of emergency, we need our reserves.”
“Err, Captain. May I involve Lieutenant Lakhani in this? It is not right to keep my Assistant Chief Engineer in the dark.” Tev grumbled.
Reyes nodded. “Yeah, it’ll likely be helpful to have another set of eyes on the Engineering station.”
Captain Reyes stood up and positioned himself so that he could attempt to see everyone. “It’s four days to the Trill Homeworld. There are going to be a lot of long nights and days, but I volunteered us for this mission because I knew we were up to the task. There are no other people that I would rather face this with. We may not have been granted the most regal ship in the fleet, but her crew is the best I’ve ever served with.”
Reyes turned towards the front of the bridge. “Varner. Set a course for the Trill Homeworld. Maximum Warp.”
Varner trepidatiously keyed in the coordinates on the navigation pad on her station. She squeezed her eyes closed and sighed. “Course laid in, sir.”
Reyes let a slight smile cross his face. “Vamos.”
The crew felt the ship turn towards its destination and faintly lurch forward before the inertial dampeners kicked in. “Commander Fender. You have the bridge. Could you please send Ketel Ebnari up please?”
“Aye sir.”
Captain Reyes nodded as he stepped into his Ready Room.
-Federation Complex. Paris, France-
Sorel faintly groaned as she stepped off the transporter pad in the Federation Mega Complex. It was one of the rare spaces that she was unable to blend in. Everyone knew who she was. While most people she encountered would not say anything to her, she knew how they felt in the silence space between their words. Now one of her few friends in the Federation capital was dead and her people may have been the cause.
“Commander Sorel. It is agreeable to see you.”
Sorel rolled her eyes before turning around and looking upon the Cardassian dressed in a Starfleet uniform. “Ellistar Sestek. I had a feeling Starfleet would get you involved on this. You should feel right at home. How many of your Legates managed to finish their terms in the last 20 years?”
“These are… trying times.” Sestek conceded with a smile.
Sorel snorted. “Don’t kid yourself, Sestek. You revel in this.”
“At least I’m open about it. This is why nobody likes Romulans, my dear. You may have left Vulcan because you no longer wanted to suppress your emotions, but Romulans are the masters of suppressing everything else.”
“Just because you’re bad at hiding your duplicity doesn’t make you virtuous,” Sorel shot back.
“Oh, Sorel, I’ve missed this repartee. The intelligence service hasn’t been the same without you. How is gallivanting around the cosmos with that... troglodyte?” Sestek chose his last word carefully. He had never personally met Captain Reyes, but judged him on reputation alone.
“Matthew Reyes is a good man and a true believer. He’s the reason we do what we do and can still sleep at night,” Sorel responded.
“Quite right, quite right,” Sestek said.
Sorel began to walk towards the President’s Office with Sestek. “So, what’s your initial hypothesis?”
“You know what it is. Every security and intelligence officer from here to Farpoint Station all have the same assumption… which is why I have no interest in it,” Sestek responded.
“You don’t think it was Romulan?” Sorel asked hopefully.
Sestek laughed. “No, I absolutely do. It’s just not worth exploring. Every meathead in Starfleet is looking for evidence to prove what they think they already know.”
Sorel raised her eyebrow. It was one trait that made her feel like a Vucaln. “So what are you keeping your eye out for. What’s your alternative?”
“Conspiracy.”
Sorel stopped dead in her tracks. “You don’t possibly think that this was internal… This isn’t Cardassia.”
Sestek shrugged. “I have it on good authority, Commander that President Fahl was in the process of approving a plan for Romulan relocation. 250 million Romulan souls were going to be distributed between Titan, Luna and even parts of Earth.”
“That never would have gotten through the Founder’s Council. Especially without Vulcan,” Sorel responded incredulously.
Sestek moved towards Sorel and pulled her into an embrace, hovering his mouth close to her ear. “It would if the Founder’s Council was eliminated. Judge Claudia Schwarz was seen leaving the President’s Office four days ago and you know what her opinions are… It is being reported in certain channels that President Fahl was looking for a way to restrict the power of the remaining Founders.”
“Is this all legitimate?” Sorel asked.
“I am uncertain, but the questions are enticing. I have all of the evidence holographicaly catalogued. I can have it sent to your home.”
Sorel patted him on the shoulder as she turned to leave. “Thank you, Sestak. I’ll head over there right now.”
“Sorel… I know he was your friend. I’m sorry. It never does get easier, does it?” Sestek spoke with an uncharacteristic amount of sympathy.
“No. It never does.”
-U.S.S. Persephone; Captain’s Ready Room-
Captain Reyes sat at the desk in his Ready Room filtering through his messages. Typically this was a task for Allison Varner, but she was busy at the Flight Control station and while he was happy that she was finally on her way to move on from being his Yeoman, he did miss her organizational skills, especially now when he had no less than a dozen questions from crew members below deck.
The response from his wife was the one he was looking forward to the least. She understood what the experience of a Starfleet wife would be like. Still, he knew she wouldn’t take too kindly to his flight in the night. Just as he was about to click on the message, he heard the bell on the door beep to indicate someone on the other side.
“Come.”
The doors hissed opened and in walked a Starfleet officer wearing Lieutenant (J.G.) pips and a science division uniform. Her slightly longer than shoulder length was brown with her eyes matching. She also had dark brown randomly shaped spots against her slightly bronzed skin that went from her temples all the way down the sides of her neck. She was a Trill. “Lieutenant Ketal Ebnari, reporting for duty, sir.”
“Lieutenant. Welcome to the Persephone. Please have a seat.”
Lieutenant Ebnari gracefully sat in the chair directly across from Captain Reyes. “Thank you, sir. With all due respect, I’m a little confused as to what I’m doing here. Unless I am mistaken, the Tempest-Class doesn’t have much need for scientists, especially a xenobiologist. I wasn’t even given thirty minutes notice for my transfer.”
“Yes, this has all been a bit sudden, Lieutenant and for that I apologize. Can I get you anything?” Reyes asked, waving towards his replicator.
Ebnari shook her head. “I’m alright, sir. I managed to find enough time to guzzle down a cup of coffee before I had to leave the Hampton.”
Captain Reyes stood up and strolled over to his replicator. “Raktajino.”
The replicator beeped and a mug with a Starfleet emblem materialized onto the pad. Reyes removed it from the replicator and took a sip, letting out a long sigh afterwards. “I got hooked on this stuff when I spent three weeks recovering from some injuries on Deep Space Nine during the war. Let me tell you, it’s no surprise that Klingons drink it to get an extra pep in their step before battle.”
“I never got the taste for it. Too strong. Felt like I was drinking plasma discharge.” Ebnari smiled briefly before letting it fall. “So… sir, what am I doing here?”
Reyes nodded. “I don’t wish to be the bearer of bad news, but earlier today, President Panem Fahl was assassinated. We managed to save the symbiont and we have been tasked with returning it to the Trill Homeworld. Starfleet did not want to have us leave without an unjoined Trill coming with us in case the symbiont takes a turn for the worse.”
Ebnari closed her eyes. “And I’m that unjoined Trill.”
“There are very few Trills on Earth right now. Most are either already joined or too old and you’re the only one in Starfleet that, frankly, Starfleet could order come.” Reyes spoke softly as if to make sure that no one overheard them, even though they were in his private Ready Room.
“I see. You know, I never wanted to be joined. I was always fearful of having to balance out my own personality with the personalities of so many others and the idea of myself living after my death… kind of freaked me out.” Ebnari pushed her hair back behind her ears and looked down at the desk, trying to avoid the Captain’s eyes. “But, if this is what Starfleet wants of me…”
Captain Reyes raised his hand to stop her. “I will not order you to take on the symbiont.”
“Sir?”
“I am not Trill, so you may take my opinion with a grain of salt, but I believe your bodily autonomy is more important than the life of the symbiont.” Captain Reyes spoke firmly, but caringly. “Panem Fahl was my friend, but I would never ask you to do something you were not comfortable with in order to make sure he lives on.”
Ebnari looked up at him for the first time since he mentioned Fahl’s death. “Captain, that does not seem wise. The admiralty will not be pleased if they ordered me here.”
Reyes shook his head. “Let me worry about that. Everything that happens on the Persephone is my responsibility and I will not have my crew worry about what Starfleet Command will do as they carry out my order.”
“I will… think about it, sir. I owe you at least that. Plus, my sister will not be pleased with me if I refused a symbiont. She just started her training a few months ago.” Ebnari with a dazed softness as she stared into space.
Reyes stood up again and invited her to stand with a hand raised out towards her. “That’s all I will ask of you, Lieutenant. Now if you’ll join me on the bridge.” She dutifully followed him as they left the Ready Room and went on to the Bridge.
“CAPTAIN ON THE BRIDGE,” shouted Lieutenant Zariya Lakhani as she shot up from the Engineering Station.
Lieutenant Park-Taifey looked over incredulously and smiled at her. “We… don’t really do that here.”
She looked over at him wide-eyed and quickly sat down. “Sorry, it’s just that I don’t spend much time on the bridge. They generally keep me below deck, which makes sense because I don’t really get along with people or rather people don’t really get along with me. I’m told that I annoy people and when a ship is in a tense situation or battle, they really don’t need an on deck Engineer to be annoying. It’s nothing personal, I know I can be a lot sometimes.”
“Don’t sweat it, we’ve all been there,” Lieutenant Park-Taifey smiled as he transferred some of the shield power to the engines.
Lieutenant Lakhani let a sound from the back of her throat escape her mouth. “No, you don’t understand. I’ve been like this my whole life. Well, as long as I can remember. I can’t say if I have been like this my whole life. I can only remember back to when I was three or something like that. Maybe a bit earlier, maybe a bit later. It’s hard to say when your first memories come from. I remember my father showing me how to realign dilithium crystals on our air schooner, which you may think as overkill for a ship only meant to fly within the atmosphere, but they were the most reliable thing on Naranda IV and when you were running from people trying to kill you, you take what you can get.”
Lieutenant Park-Taifey looked at her wide-eyed. “Don’t worry about it. Just remember. You’re one of the best at your job that Starfleet has. That’s why you were chosen to be here. Lylat IV has all four seasons again because of you.”
Lieutenant Lakhani smiled as she stared past him. “That was an especially ingenious fix. When we got there, it we were struggling to figure out how to adjust the phase couplers, but all they needed was…” Zariya closed her eyes and nodded her head. “Thank you, Lieutenant. Thank you.”
Captain Reyes strolled over to his chair and took a seat. “Crew, I’d like to introduce you to Lieutenant Ketel Ebnari. She will be joining us on this mission to the Trill Homeworld. It’s unfortunate that it’s taken this course of events for me to get a scientist on the Persephone, but I assure you, on the way back to Earth we will be taking advantage of her skill set.”
“Lieutenant Ebnari, we could use some help at Mission Ops.” Ebnari took her the station towards the back on the left side, next to Tactical where she was greeted with a warm smile by Lieutenant Commander Fender. “Chief Varner. Status report.”
“The course remains clear, sir. We will arrive at the Trill Homeworld in 3 days 14 hours and 52 minutes,” Varner responded.
“Alright, friends. We have a long couple of days ahead of us. Fender, Lakhani, Tev, why don’t you go ahead and get a few hours of sleep. Park, Ebnari, Varner and I will hold down the fort.” The Captain ordered. “Varner, steady as she goes.”
-Federation Council Chambers-
United Earth President Vigo Broome paced back and forth in the holding area as he awaited the signal to go out.
The Chambers were far more empty than they had been just a few short months ago. The Vulcan and Tellarite delegations took a space at the Founder’s Table at the front of the room, leaving it half empty and the Bajorans and Kelpians sat near each other, leaving another empty spot towards the back of the room.
“President Broome. They’re ready for you,” Federation Councilmember Eustace Gorely said as he popped his head into the room.
With a deep breath, President Broome strode into the room confidently facing forward and immediately turning 90 degrees when he reached the podium. He heard a few cheers, but mostly polite clapping and murmurs.
Broome cleared his throat and leaned into the microphone. “Good evening. Thank you for inviting me to address your chambers today on one of the darkest days in Federation history.”
He leaned away from the mic to clear his throat again as he felt the crowd begin to stir. Leaning in again. “Today, we experienced an attack on our very foundation. A capstone on aggression that has been directed towards us over the last fifteen years. President Panem Fahl stands as the only President in Federation history to be assassinated and it stands to reason that it would occur during these uncertain times. And while the investigation is still ongoing, it is becoming abundantly clear that this attack was devised, planned and perpetrated by Romulan terrorists.”
The hushed murmurs crescendoed into a din of disparate voices as his final insistence. While most of the remaining members of the Federation Council were not sympathetic to the plight of the Romulan refugees, they were still taken by the provocative claim.
“But, President Fahl was in favor of Romulan relocation!” shouted Ambassador Iroh Vox from the Deltan Delegation. “Why would they murder one of the few voices left to advocate for them?”
President Broome waived him off. “I don’t pretend to know what is in the mind of a Romulan terrorist, Ambassador. I just know that they have been intent to destroy our way of life since we first encountered them more than 200 years ago. And they only reason they killed twenty-five last night was because they couldn’t kill twenty-five hundred or twenty-five thousand. My own daughter clings to life this morning because she committed the heinous crime of believing in the Federation.”
“So, what do you propose, Mr. President?” Eustace Gorely asked from his place at the founder’s table.
President Broome nodded and leaned into the microphone again. “As soon as I return to my office, I will be signing a decree that will see every single Romulan living on this planet to be expelled within the next 72 hours. At which time, they will be relocated to a Starfleet facility on Centauri Prime where their connection to the assassination of the President can be determined.”
“President Broome, may I ask?” Iroh Vox began. “Do you do deny that the
President Broome shook his head. “I deny nothing. However, I ran on the position of placing the needs of Earth above the needs of the Federation. For too long Earth has artificially propped up the Federation at the expense of its people and after this brazen attack by the Federation’s longest standing enemy, I’m going to have to take the next several days to assess Earth’s place in the Federation.”
The crowd began to rustle and speak so loudly that the microphone no longer projected the President’s voice loud enough to speak over the crowd. He bowed his head and stepped off stage with a wave and a muffled ‘thank you.’
Back stage, he saw Doctor Klaus Lindemenn rushing hurriedly towards him. The men served together for a short while when Broome was a Starfleet Lieutenant Commander during the Dominion War. The pair had become close when their ship crash landed on an uninhabited planet and they were the only two who managed to survive until their rescue. When they both left Starfleet a few years after, Lindemenn remained Broome’s family physician. “Doctor… my daughter.”
“She lives, Mr. President. She lives. We had to amputate both of her legs; one above the knee and one at the hip and one of her arms. She was also blinded by the heat of the explosion. But she lives.” The Doctor said, choosing every word carefully.
Tears began to flow from the President’s face. He placed both his arms on Lindemenn’s shoulders and leaned against him. “Thank you, thank you. Where do we go from here?”
“Prosthetic and cybernetic enhancements have come a long way in the last several decades. One of the benefits of wartime medicine. But, we can have her fitted for everything and there’s no reason that she won’t be able to live a relatively normal life,” Doctor Lindemenn responded. “You can even see her now, if you’d like.”
President Broome shook his head. “I cannot. I have a lot of work to do. Send for the First Lady…”
President Broome rushed out of the complex leaving Doctor Lindemenn just standing there.
-Sorel’s Homestead; Emilia-Romagna-
When Sorel moved to Earth, she had the pick of anywhere to live. She had no family there, no friends besides Matthew Reyes and was not going to spend much time there due to her time in Starfleet. So, she chose to settle in Italy, specifically the Emilia-Romagna region as it reminded her the most of Romulus. The surroundings were littered with lush forests, beautiful mountains and serene lakes and she chose to place her home where she could enjoy all three. Her home was modest. She didn’t need much. She just had a bedroom, a kitchen, a bathroom and a small living space. It’s not like she ever entertained visitors.
Sorel grabbed a plate of viinerine from the replicator. It was far from her favorite, but it reminded her of her time in the Romulan military. She sat down on her sofa with the box of evidence from Ellistar Sestek in front of her on her coffee table.
“Alright, Ellistar… what did you find? Computer, play security footage, outdoor cameras; sections 3, 4, 6, 7 and 9. Ten minutes before incident.” Sorel took a bite of the pasta looking dish as her holoprojector set up a split screen with the five different locations outside of the capital building.
Her eyes fixated on all the screens, she lazily put her hair up on a bun, revealing her pointed ears. “Computer Freeze program.” She said as she saw an obscured figure at one of the security relays.
“Got you. Computer, focus on subject at coordinate -4, -8 in Section 7. Follow their movements backwards at 2.5x speed.” Sorel spoke with confidence. She watched as the figure, who was smart enough to never show their face to the camera.
Her eyes kept shifting from the figure to the time stamp. Sorel had been following them from the time of the bombing and quickly began to feel a pit in her stomach grow as the time marched on. The figure had spent four hours in the complex at this point without showing a point of entry at any time. “Who… are you?”
She watched as the figure moved from corridor to corridor, avoiding contact with as many people as possible, yet the figure was greeted kindly when she happened to have an encounter with a Starfleet Officer.
As the figure showed no signs of stopping, she began thumbing through other bits of the package Sestak sent over. Her heart stopped as she ran her hand over a smooth round item in the Starfleet duffle bag. She grabbed and pulled out the grey sphere with a red button at the top. A Romulan Tricobalt Detonator.
Her eyes darted back up to the holomictic and saw the figure reveal their face for the first time. It was her or at least someone who looked exactly like her. “Computer, Freeze.”
Just then, the room was filled with the ringing sound of her proximity alarms. She snapped her head in the direction of her door just as an explosion knocked the door and part of her wall open and a half dozen Starfleet Security operatives piled through with Type III Phaser Rifles pointed at her.
“Commander Sorel. You are under arrest for conspiracy to assassinate the Federation President.”
-To Be Continued-