For Your Eyes Only

Posted on Fri May 20th, 2022 @ 4:10am by Lieutenant Commander Savar cha'Salik hei-Surak Talek-sen-deen [Taylor] & Lieutenant JG Heather De La Rosa {Kelea-Salik}

Mission: Tales from the other side of the Mirror
Location: The Never Die
Timeline: After "Never say Die"
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"So..." Zed slouched back in his captains chair and spun it to face his two guests who were trying to get comfortable in their new skins. "I have some info for you." He lobbed a small padd over to Heather. "Now, I warn you, even the short version is long, so pay attention.

"Our mutual friend thinks there's a Terran spy on board Safe Harbour. Exhibit A is the capture of Captain Guiles of the Broken Smile. The Smile stopped off at Safe Harbour for a refuel and resupply, and then was taken en route from Safe Harbour to a quiet backwater called Gelfin Three. Gelfin is a place you can go to chill out without attracting attention. Beyond some old landing hard top left by some blockade runners a century back, there's literally nothing there. Not on the whole damn planet. That was a year ago.

"Exhibit B, Seven months ago, when the Serpents Tooth raided the ISS Elysium, Mal Garrison waltzed off it with Lady Penelope of Eris in tow. Now, because Mal is a fucking moron who wants to be everyone's knight in shining armour, instead of doing what he planned, and holding her for ransom, he decided to help her get back to some sympathetic types and let her claim her birth right. Because he lives in a fucking fairy tale half the time.

"Anyway. They stop at Safe Harbour, Lady P in tow, figure out they have to be somewhere else, and at the last minute before they leave they decide to stop at Wyzim, which is another backwater world, one that members of the Safe Harbour lot tend to use for quiet repairs. At which point a tooled up mercenary snatch squad is lying in wait, offs a couple of the Tooth's deck hands, and vanishes with Lady P.

"Exhibit C is Cabrero Fulma, runs three ships, The Pride, The Rage, and The Hope of Nagent. His little flotilla stops in here to drop of supplies, parts mostly, and then takes off for Hekaras. A week later, he's minding his own business in Jiguk, thats the capital of Hekaras by the way. Anyway. Minding his own business, when wham, bolt right in the cranial pinch. Clean shot, from at least a thousand meters, dissolved all his brain matter, instant and irreversible death. Mayett Fulma, that's his sister, she commanded The Rage, she swears blind, that they'd only decided to go back home once they got here. No one on Hekeras should have known they were coming. It was a surprise visit.

"So.... bearing in mind I probably don't have any answers. Any questions?"

Heather sighed. “So we’re looking at a Terran spy whose managed to hide him, or herself so well that he, or she hasn’t raised any suspicions. Whoever it is would have to be well integrated in a position where he/she can get top Intel for the Empire.”

"Not only that Heather but they also have complete knowledge of the rebels operations as well as their trust." Savar pointed out.

“It could be more complicated than that” Heather paused. “The Empire have been known to implant buried personalities, you wouldn’t even know that the personality is there unless it’s triggered. When you sleep the personality goes to work, reports in and you are none the wiser.”

"Well, neither of you are wrong. And I'm going to make it worse. Mal Garrison has spent his entire adult fucking life looking over his shoulder for his own species, so he's got blinkers on. And, because this is a problem for later, people are scanned when they get on board, humans and their lackey species are found quickly. So I'd have to factor in that Garrisons 'Terran spy' isn't terran at all. Just selling to them. There's four hundred people on Safe Harbour, plus the crews coming and going. Your net is currently anyone who isn't part of the Serpent's Tooth. So, only about three hundred and ninety-nine people to rule out."

Heather shook her head. “If I still had my abilities it would have sped things up, but as it is I don’t and it’s going to be a nightmare trying to find out who our spy is.”

"Especially if one is a sleeper agent as we suspect Heather." Savar replied calmly. He looked over to Zed, "I also believe that your theory of the spy not being a terran is quite correct. it is the only way that they could circumvent the scans."

"And the telepaths," Zed acknowledged with a tip of his head. "There's still time to pick a new port, make a new start. I can drop you in Ferengi space, you can strike out for the Gamma Quadrant."

Heather looked at Savar. “We don’t owe any of them except for Garrison, they would have left us for dead but I’d still like to see their faces once we do this.”

Savar nodded, "You are quite correct Heather, we do not owe them anything. However I too would like to see their faces once we uncover the spy. It would be most satisfying." Savar replied.

“Okay then it’s unanimous” Kara smiled. She was slowly getting used to looking like a Trill, and the change of hair colour that came with it. “I could get used to these spots you know” she smiled at Savar.

"Indeed, it is." Savar agreed. "As lovely as the spots are on you Heather. I prefer your natural appearance after all that is the woman I fell in love with." He confessed. "Have you thought of a Trill name? I am to call you?"

Heather paused “To b honest I don’t have a clue! Are there any suitable names you can think of?”

"What about Reeve or Kixe Neci?" Savar proposed.

“Reeve sounds good” Heather smiled. “What about you? What will your name be?”

"That pleases me." Savar replied and continued. "I have decided on the name Jokkul. What do you think?" He asked Heather.

Heather shrugged her shoulders. “It’s unusual but I’m sure I’ll get used to it.”

"It would make everything less difficult if you do Heather." Savr replied evenly.

"If you do this right, you won't have it for long." Zed pointed out, pushing his hair out of his face and behind his antenna in a tired gesture. "So, what gear do you want? My replicator is fairly liberated, but small. No phaser rifles."

Heather stifled a yawn. “I’ll settle for a phaser, easier to conceal.” She looked at Savar.

"A phaser indeed, perhaps a tricorder as well." Savar added, "What of your costume Heather?"

Heather shook her head. “I err... I’m not sure.” She sighed. “Sorry I’m just feeling tired, would you choose something for me?”

Savar stared intently at Heather, "Are you alright my wife?" Forgetting for the moment about choosing a suitable outfit for her to wear.

Heather nodded. “I’m sorry I’m just tired and stressed that’s all. It’s driving me crazy that I can’t sense anything anymore.” She offered a brief smile. “If you’ll both excuse me I’ll go grab a few minutes while you finalise plans.”

Savar looked at Heather, concern in his eyes. "As you wish Heather, I hope you feel better after your nap."

Heather nodded as she rose from her seat and kissed Savar on the cheek. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” She nodded to Zed before heading to their quarters.

Savar nodded but he was worried about Heather. Had they by agreeing to do this mission, jumped out of the proverbial frying pan and into the fire?

"So, phaser. Anything else?" Zed offered. "You'd know more about this spyhunting business than I would."

"Two phasers, a tricorder please Zed, a knife, a dagger actually. Then have to select an outfit for Heather. One that is provocative but not too much." Savar replied.

"You want to play fashion dolls, that's all on you. The rest I can handle. Sure that's all you need. No zippy little toys? No nasty little chemicals?"

Savar looked at Zed for several seconds before he spoke, "The costume is for Heather as is the dagger. What sort of zippy little toys are you referring to?"

"I don' know. Spy stuff? Dude, I know shit about being undercover. I'm just a courier." The Andorian scrubbed a hand through his long hair. "And you're going to be in there on your own."

"Mr. Zed, Heather and I know nothing about undercover spying either. Also has we are basically on our own, we do not have the luxury of carrying an arsenal of weapons." Savar explained patiently.

Zed nodded. "Well, this is your party. Just don't go underprepared either. Patching you up took an arseload of nanites, more for Red. Hate to see them wasted."

"I am open to any suggestion you may have Zed however: Heather and I cannot go into Safe Harbor carrying an arsenal. It is not logical and would raise suspicions as well as make our assignment impossible." Savar replied coolly.

"Fair enough. Though I can't say I'll do a better job than you." he made a dismissive wave towards where Heather had gone. "Go look after her. I'll swing us back around to beaming distance for Safe Harbour. Be ready to go in two hours."

Savar rose fluidly and turn to go to where heather was but stopped and addressed Zed. "Your assistance has been most helpful and is appreciated. If you can find or replicate some quick acting drugs to knock someone out, that would help. Oh, thank you. " Then he was gone, to look in on Heather.

 

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