Agents of Disaster

Posted on Mon May 11th, 2015 @ 6:51pm by Captain Enalia Telvan & Miril Sa'Vvn & Commander Angelica Fairchild

Mission: The New Sydney Fiasco
Location: Captain's Ready Room
Timeline: After 'A Revelation'

Enalia had been looking over reports for so long, she was lightly snoozing at her desk. The stress finally caught up with her and as she had barely slept at all, this was the natural result. Relaxed in her chair, head tilted forward, and her eyes closed. On her computer screen was a report about warp core intermix technology adaptations that had been done during the 4 years they had missed.

The trip up to Enalia's ready room from the mess hall hadn't been nearly long enough to figure out what to say that wouldn't have her immediately trying to shoot them both. All Angel hoped at this point was that Enalia didn't have any sort of weapons immediately available! Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she glanced at T'Pel and then rang the chime to request entry.

Enalia woke up fully with a slight snort, looking around her office. "Come in," she called as she tried to look like she hadn't fallen asleep.

Angel knew the sound of a sleepy voice, and she smirked slightly as she pulled T'Pel into the ready room before the other woman could change your mind and escape. "Were you napping, Enalia? How unprofessional."

"No of course not. I was reviewing... an engineering report." Enalia said as an excuse, glancing at her terminal. "I take it that since both of you are here, there's something to report?" Enalia asked, glancing over quite possibly the most shaken up looking Vulcan she had ever seen.

"You would not believe the things I dug up on this woman." Angel grinned a little, obviously proud of herself for making the discovery even if she'd been a been startled by it at first. "Drake blackmailed her, threatened to turn her in if she didn't do as he says."

Punching up a cup of coffee from the replicator and sipping at it, Enalia didn't act surprised at all. "Go on..." She said, wanting to hear the whole story before making any judgements.

Deciding it would be better to not leave Enalia any room for trolling or pranks, Angel went for the short version, not leaving gaps for questions. "Well to begin with... she isn't Vulcan. At least, she wasn't born a Vulcan. She's a former Romulan Intelligence officer turned double agent who got trapped into Section 31 because Drake's the type of asshole who would turn her over to the Tal Shiar in a heartbeat if she didn't do what he wanted."

Reaching under her desk, Enalia grabbed out a small bottle of chocolate liquor and poured a little into her cup of coffee. It looked like one of those stories. Pausing a moment, she poured a little extra in before returning the bottle to its home. "Go on," she prompted before sipping her coffee again.

"She was scared to death I was going to call the Tal Shiar and give her to them, but secret squirrel or not... she's a member of the crew. And she didn't give Drake anything he couldn't have gotten from a sensor scan or two of the area." Angel paused, not entirely sure where she was going with this. "She doesn't want to go back to the Empire, and if Drake finds out I broke her cover he'll either send her home or kill her."

Her eyes boring into T'pel's, Enalia had one question to ask that was worth interrupting for. "What did you tell him?"

T'pel, shaking slightly from the stress and from fear of what would happen to her, replied immediately. "Just the Hera's transponder codes and current location. Nothing that wasn't already in the shuttle databanks. Lieutenant Beaumont and I used them to get back to you."

"Is that all?" Enalia asked in a threatening voice.

T'pel shifted her stance a little, her eyes looking elsewhere. "No... I also gave him the sensor blind spots for the current scanning configuration..."

T'Pel hadn't told her that before, had she? Angel couldn't remember, but she pretended she knew about it anyway. "The Nebula class is a funny shape... an educated person could probably guess its blind spots pretty well."

"And yet we minimize those blind spots very well. Especially at the ranges we're talking about." Enalia said, removing her gaze from T'pel and focusing on her coffee instead. "Anything else I should be aware of?"

"Well... the one thing she likes doing is cooking. I think that's why she's put up with Drake for so long. As long as she was doing things he wanted her to do, she got to stay here and cook for us. The only person Section 31's contacted since we re-emerged is me. It would be a simple thing to make them believe T'Pel didn't survive." Angel paused for a moment. "That is, if you would allow her to stay."

Enalia sipped at her coffee for a few seconds, considering what her reply should be. "I have half a mind to space both of you. You know that, right?"

"I thought you were going to space me for letting Amelia play with triolic waves." Angel grinned a bit crookedly at her. "You know you'd miss me if you did that. Who would you pick on then?"

"I'd find someone," Enalia grumbled, setting her now empty coffee cup aside. "This isn't going to be as easy to cover up, you know. Especially since we already had that memorial. One more name on that list added retroactively is going to look very suspicious."

"So we won't do it that particular way." Angel bit her lip, not entirely certain she wanted to play all her cards for this scenario yet. "I know a few ways to make people disappear. None of them are all that difficult they just aren't exactly legal."

"So do I. Most of them are permanent." Enalia replied, wondering what Angel had in mind. "Please, enlighten me upon your apparent plan."

"Well from anyone else's perspective it would be permanent. And I don't have a plan, not yet. I'm still considering the options I have... frankly none of them are perfect and all of them will land me in a penal colony if I'm ever found out." Angel blew out a frustrated breath, not at all fond of that idea. "We'll need to make a stop somewhere for it to work but... suppose security were to find out we had a spy on board..."

"Suppose Drake finds out instead. She'll be choking on her own vomit within the hour." Enalia's words rattled the already shaking T'pel, a few tears running down her face. "Sorry, but that's the truth. If we're to do something, we'll need to do it now. In this office."

"Okay suppose you found out and shot her." Angel rolled her eyes, clearly not serious about that particular idea. "Drake knows by now I've turned my back on him," she continued in a more serious manner. "I suppose it would be believable enough if we told him I found out he had a second spy on board and dealt with the problem in the way he trained me to handle threats..."

Pulling an antique phase pistol out of her desk drawer, Enalia laid it on the desk. "That's an option. What about T'pel though? She looks like she'd wet herself and die of fear at any moment now."

"Dying of fear is so not credible." Angel tried to give T'Pel a humorous look, but watching the 'Vulcan' woman shake like a leaf she sighed instead. "No one's going to shoot you. Sit down before you pass out." She pushed T'Pel into a chair, hoping the other woman would relax a little. "Regardless of what we do, the crew has to believe it just as much as Drake does."

Picking up the antique phase pistol, Enalia cracked it open and pulled out the actual phased energy module. It looked far from antique and glowed a slight blue in several spots. In fact, it almost looked like a miniaturized version of a transport buffer... Poking at a miniature screen on it, she started programming something into it. "Have you ever seen one of these?"

"Not in that particular style, but similar ones, yeah." Intrigued, Angel looked at the pieces without touching them. "It looks like a phaser, but it's actually a personal transporter type of deal. Makes people think your target's been vaporized when you really beamed them away."

Finished, Enalia reassembled the weapon and stood up, leveling the weapon at the trembling T'pel. "How long do you think it'll take Doctor Chaparral to make a new identity for her?"

"No more than a couple of hours, but I'll light a fire under his ass. Less time she has to spend by herself the better right now, I think." Despite knowing that the weapon wasn't actually dangerous, Angel instinctively moved out of its path. She could tell that T'Pel wasn't exactly on board with this plan, but they didn't appear to have many choices.

"Good. After security comes crashing in here, get down to sickbay for some antacids in medbay 13. Seeing this can turn a person's stomach." Enalia said. Then she fired, the blue sparkly beam lancing out and striking T'pel for several seconds as she seemed to disintegrate before their eyes. As soon as she finished firing, the ship's emergency alarms went off and Security from the bridge rushed in, weapons drawn, assuming someone had been vaporized.

The beam that weapon fired was disturbingly realistic, and despite knowing it was real and having a security background, Angel found herself reeling a bit. One of the security officers reached to steady her, and she waved him off. "I'm okay. You don't see a Trill vaporizing people everyday is all..." She barely needed her Section 31 training to pull that lie off, and she made a mental note to scold Enalia for not warning her how brutal that weapon looked. "I'm just gonna go down to one of the medbays..."

"Computer, please note the untimely vaporization of the Tal Shiar and Section 31 double agent known as T'pel, formerly ship's chef." Enalia calmly said as she lowered the antique phase pistol. Glancing at the 4 security team members all looking around slightly confused, she decided they needed more of an answer than that. "This action has been taken under the authorization of Starfleet Intelligence. Please note that in your logs, gentlemen. Dismissed." As security and Angel all filed out, Enalia sat back down at her desk and slipped the phase pistol back into her desk drawer.