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RD: Chapter 9
We beam back to the Valdore's transporter room. The group moves out in the corridors. Tarven and I are walking off together when I hear Donatra calling for me. "I'll meet you in the lounge, as soon as I can." I tell him.
"Till then, e'Lev." He says those sapphire eyes sparkling just like their stone counterpart.
"Aendah?" I ask Donatra as I get closer.
"Wait," she says and leads me further down the corridor into a small room, shutting the door. "Now, where is it?" She asks.
Carefully I work the tricorder out of my jacket. And hand it to her. "And no one saw you with it?"
"Tarven," I answer.
"Oh really?" she says glancing up from the tricorder. "Did he reach his hand up there?" she smirks.
"No! But he's an agent too! He knows how this organization works!" I hiss crossing my arms at her.
"Really, Ne'tal, I thought after all this time you would chuckle a lit
RD- Chapter Eight
We rematerialize in a dimly lit, freezing cool tunnel. I blink as my adjust to the low light. "Enarrain Lark!" growls Donatra. I quickly go to her side. "Are you detecting any radiation?"
"No, sir." I answer glancing at my tricorder.
"Very good, any life signs?" She asks.
"Many, there are five coming towards us." I answer her as I notice five light coming towards us. Out of the dark five Remans appear. I try to keep from being startled. They are grotesque creatures with sallow golden eyes and motley gray skin. They look like creatures from the pit of Areinnye itself. Perhaps the ones in servitude on Romulus don't look like this, but I would never want one around my children.
After the four guards take up their positions, out comes and older Reman dressed in iridescent black armor and carrying a carved staff with a glowing bulb at the end. He sniffs starting at our par
Personal Log, Ne'tal i-Tephon t'Lark 19-3-Fire
The three of us did have dinner that night; it was just like old times. Except there was alcohol. I was so concerned one of us was going to get very drunk. Most Tal Shiar agents either have a very high tolerance for the substance or abandon it completely. My little body never tolerated it well, so I general only imbibe a sweet wine. Tarven has some more tolerance than me but general keeps to wines as apposed to ale. Contrary, to popular belief, Ale is nearly as potent and intoxicant in us as in iron blooded species
Anyways, it turned out to be an enjoyable evening. Tarven and I shared stories neither of us knew from five years ago. Flaivian explain what he could about where he had been the past few years.
Flaivian is what most outsiders think of when they think of the Tal Shiar, the undercover agents. Offic
Finally an hour is up and I watch everyone file into the meeting room. Once they are all there, I come in. I wait as reactions of shock and anger filter through the crowd. I sit down pulling out my PADD despite the army of eyes glaring at me. "Very well, should we get down to business?" I ask smiling slightly. "I'm afraid I may have trouble with a few of your names, few free to correct me."
"Excuse me, Enarrain," growls a woman standing. I know her, Enarrain Khaell, ei're Aendah Lheoll's second. She should have my position and both of us know it. "But what are you dong here! You should be conducting little experiments in the labs or cleaning the beakers."
"I understand your confusion and frustration Enarrain Khaell. I did not ask for this position. I am a mere pawn of the Empire, as are we all." Sure I can suck up to the listening devices.
"And you ex
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