A Secret Investigation
Location: Deep Space Nine
As Starbase 336 shuddered under the assault of the creatures that called themselves Gods, Centurion S'harien tr'Merek of the Romulan Tal Shiar, honor guard to station Commander, Riov Dalia Rendal, had a job to do.
The uneasy collaboration between the Romulan Star Empire and the Federation on Starbase 336 had begun to bear fruits before attracting the ire of the gods and inciting a conflict that had drawn the attention of Starfleet and the obsidian hulled Intelligence Vessel, the U.S.S. Hera. In short order, the arrival of the Hera had changed the dynamic of the situation and the station's crew was in a mad dash to escape with as much of the research as possible before becoming discovered. But Rendal had a different task for Centurion tr'Merek.
A member of the landing party from the Hera had caught the Commander's attention. A stout Lieutenant that had been facing off with the Valkyries invading the station that had been wounded, and bled green. This Lieutenant was called "Dox" by the human Commander, Paris and was later identified as Rihannsu by several Centurions in the hangar bay when she appeared, issuing orders in perfect Rihan to them.
There were, in fact, precious few Rihannsu in Starfleet, and of the ones the Empire was aware of, none matched the name or physical description of this young woman. Short and rotund, with fiery red hair, she was an enigma. And Rendal did not like enigmas. So as the station was being evacuated, she had tasked Centurion tr'Merek to begin an investigation.
As the Starfleeters were scurrying back and forth, arguing with the station Commanders and the beings that fancied themselves Gods, tr'Merek began his work. He collected a sample of the woman Dox's blood, left on the deck plates where she had been injured.
After the station had been evacuated, tr'Merek was one of the few personnel to be taken away NOT by the Hera, but by one of the two heavily damaged Romulan Warbirds working on the evacuation. It enabled him to carry out his orders and continue his assignment.
Now, after several days, he had his report in hand to deliver in person to Sub Commander T'suil in her suite on the Human-run space station, Deep Space 9, where she was overseeing the relocation of the station evacuees. Commander Rendal was still in custody on the U.S.S. Photon pending Starfleet completing an inspection, but T'suil was Rendal's right-hand woman and bore her Riov's instructions
At the entrance of her quarters, tr'Merek spoke. "Sub Commander T'suil I have the information you ordered me to collect for you. I am prepared to make a full report on the Starfleet officer now identified as Lieutenant Mnhei'sahe Dox."
Sub Commander T'suil stood and accepted the report, activating a signal jamming device she kept in her boot to prevent monitoring. "Excellent. Tell me who she is." Ready with an encrypted PaDD, she listened intently.
Standing at attention, tr'Merek recited the information back to the Sub Commander. "She appears to have no official Starfleet records we could access, further indicating an assignment with Starfleet intelligence. However, genetic scans we were able to complete from the collected blood sample, she is the daughter of two former Tal Shiar agents. The fugitive, Investigator Dralath tr'Rul and apparently former Sub Commander Jaieh t'Aan. But there are details that do not come together satisfactorily."
The rigid Centurion continued. "Genetic scans detected an overlay of Human DNA. There are code markers that indicate this would have been performed at the Daire'eri Docgae'elh research station. Additionally, her age was determined to be between 31 and 32 years. However, Sub Commander t'Aan was recorded as killed on the penal research outpost 97. That was 35 years ago."
"Then that means she's still alive. I wonder where she's been hiding all this time..." T'suil would have to ponder this... Then do some hacking into the USS Hera's databanks, if she could, to find out. "Thank you. Do you have anything else to report?"
"No, Sub Commander. The specifics of the genetic report are in my written report for your review. Will you require anything further at this time?"
"Let's see if we can track down Investigator Dralath tr'Rul and bring him in for... Questioning... Being refugees may be to our advantage for a while..." A sinister smile spread across T'suil's face as plans started rolling together.
"By your command." The Centurion saluted as he made his exit to execute his orders, leaving t'Suil to ponder her discoveries.