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Refacing a retired double agent

Posted on Tue May 12th, 2015 @ 11:28pm by Commander Angelica Fairchild & Lieutenant Commander Ethan Chaparral MD & Miril Sa'Vvn

Mission: The New Sydney Fiasco
Location: Sickbay, Medical Bay 13

T'pel endured the almost agonizing transport, falling to the floor as she finished materializing. That had to have been the single most painful transporter she had ever been through, but if it got her out of harm's way and let her continue living... Slowly getting back to her feet, she looked around. The Hera only had 12 medbays on record, so for a moment she thought Enalia really was going to disintegrate her. Thankfully, she seemed whole enough and definitely alive, standing in a secluded medbay. She had nothing to do now but wait so she sat down in one of the chairs and waited.

Angel wasn't entirely sure how long T'Pel would be waiting by the time she located the hidden medbay, but once she arrived she glanced in T'Pel's direction then pulled one of the cabinets open. She knew the med bays were stocked with non-prescription medications, and she quickly found the two she was looking for. Popping one of the antacid tablets in her mouth and chewing on it, she took that and a bottle of a mild analgesic over to where T'Pel was sitting. "Those transporter pistols do a number on you," she said softly, offering T'Pel both medications. "These are safe to use without a prescription. Can't have Ethan dispensing meds to a dead woman."

"Thank you," T'Pel said as she took the meds. They seemed to help, but now she was curious just what they were going to do. "So what now? I can't be seen on the ship."

"Believe it or not, Enalia's planned for this sort of thing. Seeing as we work for Starfleet Intelligence, we have resources most ships don't." Angel set the two bottles of medication on a table and sat down in one of the other chairs. "What's going to happen next is I'm going to talk to Doctor Chaparral privately, with no recording devices." She pulled a tiny device out of her pocket that had been there since before she'd found T'Pel in the mess hall. "Everything we've talked about has been a secret. The one thing Section 31 gave me that I'm keeping is the toys. And this medbay technically doesn't exist so there are no sensors here at all. You'll stay here, off the grid, until your new identity is complete. Any ideas for who you want to be?"

"The genetic resequencing for Vulcan was easy enough since I was Romulan. The whole distantly related 5000 years ago thing and all that. Anything the doctor recommends is fine I suppose." T'Pel said, having not really thought about doing it a second time. "Oh and my real name is Marzil Sa'Vvn, not that it matters. I'll have another name soon." It did feel good telling someone her real name though.

"Marzil... that's a pretty name. I'll see if Ethan has anything similar we could use." Angel squeezed T'Pel's shoulder as she got up, tucking her little device into her pocket as she did so. "Wait here until I come back. No one else knows you're in here... well. Other than Enalia."

"Don't worry, I'll be here," the agent said with a weak smile.

"All right, I'll be back soon." With a flash of a smile, Angel swiftly departed med bay 13 and slipped into the main sickbay, easily feigning the weak-kneed and wobbly posture of someone who'd just seen another person vaporized. "Doctor Chaparral?"

Ethan was about to leave to fix dinner for Dylan, so the two of them could spend some time together just the two of them. It had been a busy few days and Ethan just wanted to be with the man that he loved without anyone else around.

He looked up at her concern instantly etching his face. "What's going on?" he asked.

"I prefer to talk privately if you don't mind. Don't want my personal business getting around the ship, you know?" Angel feigned a weak smile.

Ethan nodded, "In my office," he said as he began moving, trusting the XO was following him.

"Perfect." Angel followed Ethan into his office, but she didn't entirely drop her act when the door closed behind them. Some of it had still been real enough. "I'm not sure there's anything you can actually do... just the unpleasantness of watching someone get vaporized. Sort of." Pulling her device from her pocket, she held it up. "No one can hear us... this neat little thing blocks all the sensors in the room. Enalia and I need a favor."


"The Captain saved my life, what is it that you need?"

"Chief Petty Officer T'Pel. She needs a new identity to hide from from Section 31 and the Tal Shiar. Officially, T'Pel is dead. Unofficially... well I know where she is and it's kind of a secret." Angel wasn't sure if Ethan could concoct a new identity on the fly or not, but she needed him to. Really needed him to. "She's shaken up and not enjoying her solitude. How fast can you do it?"

Ethan though for a moment. Surgery wasn't his specialty, especially delicate surgery like this would entail. Still it wasn't something he could entrust to the EMH, "How much of a change do you want?" he asked, "I can make some subtle changes without too much work. But if you want major changes that's beyond what I can do anyway. I can make her look like a different Vulcan, or Romulan apparently, but I can't make her look human."

"What if we made her Rigelian? They look almost entirely Vulcan," Angel mused, thinking about their options.

"That I can do the bone structure is a bit different, but that could work. I'd want to do a little study, maybe look at some images, and it might increase her recovery time a day or so. But that would make her different enough, I think."

"All right then we'll do that. I'll let her know the plan... when you're ready, call me and I'll bring her in." Angel paused before leaving, giving Ethan a serious look. "No one else can be in sickbay when I bring her through."

"I'll make the arrangements and I won't tell anyone about this. Tomorrow morning about 0330 should work."

"Fantastic, I'll let her know. Thanks!" Without wasting a moment of time, Angel quickly slipped out of Ethan's office and made her way back to med bay 13 to relay the news to T'Pel.

T'Pel was still in the secret medbay, finally calming down and recovering from the shock of being disintegrated/teleported when Angel came back. She didn't say anything - just looked up at her hopefully.

"He can do it," Angel said by way of greeting. "But not until 0330, when sickbay is empty. And we don't have resources for the fancy cosmetic changes so since our choices are Romulan, Vulcan, or Rigelian..."

T'Pel nodded. Those weren't bad options, all things considered. "Vulcanoid Rigelian wouldn't be so bad. At least I'll scan the same. Any idea what my new name will be?"

"He didn't provide any ideas for that, unfortunately. I'm not terribly familiar with Rigelian names and we can't ask the computer or it risks blowing your cover... maybe something close to your actual name? Close enough to be familiar but not so close it would be suspicious..." Angel had to think about that for a bit, and she wasn't coming up with anything.

"I could take my sisters name. If you don't think that would be too obvious, that is. Besides, I'm not sure where Miril is or if she's even still alive." T'Pel said softly.

"Miril is a common name in several cultures. I don't think that would be suspicious at all." Angel smiled a bit. She hadn't heard anything about a Miril Sa'Vvn, but she made a mental note to see what she could find.

T'Pel smiled at that. "Then I'm now Miril. Just Miril. Will you still want me as a chef? I suppose that might be suspicious as well unless you say you hired me on as a civilian at your next port."

"You like to cook and your food's damned good, so personally I'd keep you there. I can come up with a story that explains it all neatly... I mean, Enalia did vaporize Petty Officer T'Pel in her ready room." Angel grinned. "Naturally we would need to replace her."

"This is very true. Those sensor logs will clearly show that..." The chef's stomach chose then to flip flop from the stress and the thought of having gone through that, immediately souring her mood. "Ugh... I think I need some more of those tablets."

Angel picked up the bottle of tablets and handed them to her. "Take as many as you need... they're harmless, particularly for a Vulcanoid metabolism."

Thank you," T'pel said as she opened the bottle and chewed on a few more of the tablets. "I can't wait for this to be over. I also hope I'll survive it all."

"Don't worry, you will." Angel gave her a reassuring smile. "You should probably get some sleep so you'll be ready for the procedure."

"I think I can do that. Thank you, Commander. For everything. And please thank the Captain for me as well." T'pel said with a smile.

"You're welcome and I will. Rest well." Leaving T'Pel to rest for a while, Angel quietly slipped out to go back up to the bridge. If she was away too much longer it might arouse suspicion.

 

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