In The Dead Of Night
Posted on Fri May 29th, 2026 @ 6:39pm by Lonian Royal Sovereignty & Civilian Kerilia Dosivi & Civilian Teevs Dosivi & Commander Kyle Reece & Major Addison 'Rico' Leyton
Mission:
Season 6: Episode 7: Crossroads of Destiny
Location: Dosivi Residence, Jekasp, Niea IV
Timeline: MD4 0100
2449 words - 4.9 OF Standard Post Measure
It was late. Ailova was sitting in the living room, drinking her tea. Everyone else had gone to bed, unaware that the festivities wouldn’t continue. She knew she did the right thing, but there was a small yet brief pang of guilt for doing this to Teevs. He knew the law that he blatantly broke, and it was insulting to bring an abomination into their family home. She couldn't just... believe he didn't know.
A quiet tone sounded from the door, and Ailova set her cup down and calmly stood up to answer. She had requested that the guards arrive at night, to minimize the disturbance. Opening the door, she confirmed with the guard that she was the one who reported before stepping aside. "She’s in the second room on the left at the top of the stairs, and the other two are in the third on the left," she instructed.
"Thank you, Mrs. Revalo," said one of the guards. "This is a formal notice that, by performing your civic duty of reporting a violation of the Bedia Convention, you are absolved of any legal association to the accused. Per legal statute, you are entitled to written confirmation of this exemption for your records." She then handed Ailova a data chip with the seal of the Fourth House engraved on it.
Ailova nodded, watching them make their way upstairs before returning to the couch to get her tea. She fidgeted with the data chip, pressing its corners into her palm. It was her civic duty. Despite self-reassurance that this was the right thing to do, she couldn’t help but feel slight unease. This law was meant for other people. As much as she and Teevs bickered, she never really hated him. She never thought that her own brother would betray them. But reporting was the right thing to do. It had to be.
Right?
From upstairs, there was a rustle of fabric. A muffled scream for help that Ailova recognised as Kerilia. Her thumb traced over the engraved seal on the data chip. There were more rustling sounds before footfalls hinted to the guards coming back down. Ailova remained seated, tea in one hand and the data chip in the other, eyes focused on the stairwell as boots came into view. The first one they grabbed was Kerilia, who looked scared; hair messy from sleep, a device covering her mouth and chin keeping her from speaking. She was hoisted over a guard’s shoulder, hands restrained behind her. On her forehead above the ridge was the dermaglyph, still faint but unmistakable.
Kerilia was terrified when hands grabbed her out of her sleep. The guards had easily overpowered her despite her attempts to escape. When the guard picked her up with unsettling ease, it reminded her of when the Nelorin nearly abducted her. She was panicking, her nostrils flaring with each scared breath. Tears tracked down her cheeks, and when she looked at Ailova, for just a brief second she hoped her aunt would stop this. However, it didn’t take long for her to realise that she went against her word, and her realisation quickly evolved into scared anger. She yelled at her aunt, but the restraint secured around her head prevented much more from muffled noises coming out.
Ailova watched Kerilia be taken outside, forcing her composure to remain detached. Mentally, she reminded herself that this was necessary. The Kavai were evil, and while she had loved Kerilia as much as her other nieces and nephews, loving… this was unacceptable. It was better this way, to report it now than for someone else to report it later.
Upstairs, guards burst into the third room on the left. Without an ounce of sympathy, two went to each side of the bed to pull the occupants out.
The two guards, Moilen and Teteren, were on Teevs before the man could fully react to the girl screaming. Both been were large, even by Lonian standards, and easily overpowered the smaller man as the quickly, and roughly, jerked his hands behind his back, securing his wrists in electro shackles. They then connected the collar that was attached to the shackles. It prevented the detainee from relaxing in any way.
The hands yanking him out of bed jolted Teevs awake. The disorientation of being roused from sleep made him try to pull free. "Let go of me! What’s going on??"
Addison let out a startled scream as she saw Teevs being pulled out of the bed. Not a moment later, hands grabbed her as well, pulling her out of bed in a thigh length nightgown as she struggled. "Who are you?! I'm a Starfleet Officer!"
"Shut up!" A strong back hand from Moilen struck Addison across her face, through her to the floor. Once Teevs had been secured, the two enforcers quickly subdued and secured Addison in an identical manner. They were no more gentle with her than they had been with Teevs.
"Addison!" Teevs called out, eyes wide as he watched her fall. He wrestled with the restraints but couldn't get leverage to do anything. It was mildly humiliating to be restrained in his boxers and sleeping shirt, but he couldn't afford that while Addison was in danger.
Addison saw stars as she hit the floor. She almost immediately felt her arms being shackled behind her back and something fixed around her neck.
Once both prisoners had been secured, gags were forced over their mouths, shutting up their words of protestation.
A faint whine as the resonance modulator activated stifled whatever Teevs was about to say. The device covered his nose and mouth and allowed for air to pass through but cancelled out most noise. Despite his efforts to resist it going over his head, the restraints didn't give him much choice in the matter. He stumbled as he was yanked to his feet.
The mask sealed over her nose and mouth as she was yanked to her feet. "You son of .." her voice was soon muffled by the device
The guards the forced both detainees out of the bedroom and down the stairs, where they pushed them to where Ailova sat with her tea. Moilen spoke for the group. "Are these the traitors that you called us about, citizen?"
Ailova’s composure twitched slightly as she heard the ruckus. Her hand clenched tighter around the data chip in her hand. As a veteran herself, she couldn't let this go. She tried, as she laid in bed staring at the ceiling, but it would have been far worse if she had said nothing. It was her duty. Looking at Teevs, she gave a single nod. "Yes, sir."
The brain fog from a disrupted sleep cycle was gone now, and Teevs' eyes fell upon his sister, sitting in the living room with a cup of tea. She looked… cold, and distant. While muffled by the gag, the tone of his words sounded very much like, "what the fuck, Ailova??"
Once positive identification had been given, Moilen pressed a hypo ot Teevs' neck, knocking him out instantly. He and his compatriot then turned to drag their prisoner out of the dwelling.
Looking back at Ailova, Moilen stated in a crisp, authoritative voice, "You have done well, citizen. The community thanks you for your diligence." The guards then dragged Teevs out, throwing him into the back of the waiting transport, alongside Addison. The child had been taken in another transport.
Addison struggled as she glared at Ailova, though she wasn't entirely sure what she was being arrested for nor Teevs. When she got a chance, her and Ailova were going to have words with her fists being replaced by words.
Ailova returned the glare with a cold look as she set her tea down and stood. "I'm sorry you got involved in this, Addison," she said, though her look didn't convey any meaningful sincerity. She watched her resist the guards as they moved her toward the door. "My brother was stupid to bring filth into this house, and you are a fool for allowing him to do so."
"You're the only filth," Addison managed to say before the mask cut off her voice.
By now, much of the family had been woken up by the noise. They huddled at the top of the stairs, eyes darting between the guards, Addison as she was dragged out, and Ailova. Quiet murmurs asking about Kerilia and what was going on bounced between them. The kids huddled up to their parents, eyes wide as they watched the confrontation.
Eizqa was amongst the family members watching the scene unfold. The unnecessary brutality made her angry. She never saw Teevs as someone to knowingly break the law, but she also never expected something like this to happen to her own family. Something wasn’t right about this, she could feel it. The personal transporter tucked into her pocket, reserved exactly for guard encounters like this so activists could escape, felt heavy in her pocket. Once Teevs was gone, the rest of the family rushed downstairs to talk to Ailova. Eizqa hesitated for a few seconds before tensely going down the stairs, stopping on the last step.
She didn’t want to see the look on Ailova’s face, and it made a knot form in her stomach when she forced herself to. Her sister was collected, a chilling representation of indoctrination as she explained what happened. No remorse for what she did. The way the family asked about Ailova’s well-being instead of addressing the rather violent enforcement of the law made Eizqa press her lips together. She was the only one who saw a problem with this.
Once the prisoners had been stored in the transport, one the large enforces stepped back inside the home and looked at Ailova. "Thank you again for your service, citizen. Now, would you know of any others who may know of the traitor and his transgretions?"
“I acted alone,” Ailova told the guard, feeling her husband put a hand on her shoulder. She rested her hand on top of his as she continued, “I saw the mark as everyone else was going to bed. Nobody else here knew of the hybrid."
A mumbled chorus of “we didn’t know” and “we didn’t see anything” rippled across the family. The attention slowly turned to Eizqa, who had remained silent at the foot of the stairs. Her glare was focused on the guard. It was known that she actively spoke out against the government, and the air became tense.
"And you, citizen?" The guard asked bruskly as he took a step closer. He knew who she was, of course. Everyone at the precinct did.
“I abstain.” The response made the murmurs die down. Someone quietly asked Eizqa what she was doing, but she ignored them. “Civic Code 47, subsection B. Abstention is a legal right.”
The guard nodded slowly. "You are correct. That is your right as a citizen. However, when it comes to state security, Civic Code 5, section 2, subsection G, paragraph 1 clearly voids all other civic rights to preserve the unity and security of the Lonian State." He took a breath then asked again, "Do you wish to reconsider your statement?"
Eizqa wasn’t sure where this confidence was coming from, but she had dedicated so much time studying the law that it felt wrong to not use that knowledge now. But whatever she decided, she better stand her ground, because it was all over the moment she wavered or showed a sign of hesitation. "I will not surrender my rights. You can take your Civic Code 5 and shove it up your ass as you leave, because I will not answer your questions."
"Eizqa, stop making it about you," someone muttered. Eizqa ignored them, keeping her eyes firmly locked onto the guard.
Without hesitation, the guard drew his stun gun and shot Eizqa from less that three meters away. The tiny barbs dug into her skin and a power jolt of electricity surged through her.
Eizqa screamed as her expression contorted into that of pain, stumbling off the last step and collapsing onto her hands and knees in front of the guard. The more she tried to resist it, the more it hurt. But she knew what would come next. This was what happened the last time she was arrested during a protest, only she didn't have the personal transporter on her to save her from the hell that was the detention centre. There was no desire to give the guards another chance to try and beat her into submission.
The children in the living room flinched almost collectively, some even turning their heads into their parent's bodies to shield them from the violent enforcement of the law. Some of the adults muttered their condemnation of Eizqa's "display of attention" and what it was doing to their kids. Ailova simply watched.
Gritting her teeth against the pain, Eizqa took a hand and slapped it against her hip, and the transporter began to envelop her. She glared up at the guard, her eyes conveying the strong desire to relay a daring insult to one's mother, before glancing toward Ailova to see if this changed anything. It hadn't.
Guess Eizqa wasn't being invited to the Falenor Day family party after this.
The guard cursed as the woman vanished in a flash of transporter energy. He shut off the weapon and retracted the barbs, cursing himself for not properly subduing her. Now, he was going to have hours of paperwork and ass-chewing to sit through. If he was lucky, he'd only get a firm reprimand.
A moment later, the transporter dropped Eizqa off in one of the hideouts the resistance used. Once the transporter beam vanished, she fully collapsed onto the ground, breathing hard. As she slowly transitioned onto her back with a groan, she began to process what just happened.
She didn’t want to believe it. Ailova had claimed she saw the mark of the Kavai on Kerilia, a clear violation of the Bedia Convention, but something wasn’t right. She saw Kerilia right before she went to bathe, and she didn’t recall any other features aside from the ridge. If something did happen, it was recent enough that even Teevs didn’t know. Violating the Bedia Convention was a huge deal, and with the way Lady Sama had been organising her troops, this felt like bad timing at best but a propaganda opportunity at worst.
If it was true, things were about to get bad.
