From: Ranjani Sabarinathan (rantrek_at_yahoo.com)
Date: Sun Feb 17 2008 - 16:26:27 PST
Chapter 5
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Location: QUEEN ELINA
Scene: Ballroom-> Private Dining room
Anaqueen followed the Ferengi with trepidation as the
pair passed by tables filled with guests who barely
paid any attention to them. She wanted the meeting
with Xersax to be over quickly and the children
returned safely back to their parents. She hoped the
whole operation would be straightforward. However, a
nagging doubt lingered in her mind over whether she
was walking right into a trap. Assuming the rescue ops
was successful, the Trill woman hoped to send Tomney,
Ermila and their kids away from TRILL till Valyris was
brought to justice.
“Anaqueen,” a low, harsh voice caused Spankryz to
pause and turn sideways to face another Trill woman
with coiffed brown hair, wearing a simple, crimson
gown that lacked gaudy design work. Ana’s jaws
tightened, annoyed to see her cousin, Sarena Nilanti
at such a critical time. Nilanti worked for the Trill
diplomatic corps and at one time held the position of
junior ambassador of the Trill Embassy on GS-2 till a
week before the Bajoran wormhole disappeared.
Ambitious woman by nature, Sarena aimed to achieve a
high position in the Trill Government.
Nodding to the Ferengi to give her a moment to deal
with Sarena swiftly, the Trill Captain questioned
curtly. “What do you want, Sarena?”
Nilanti stated, an irate look washing over her green
eyes. “Your family should realize all this parading
around will not take away the stench of being low
class commoners.” Sarena loathed considering Ana as
part of her family due to a general dislike the
Deimors possessed for the Orkovs. She also despised
the Trill Captain for personal reasons and took every
opportunity to put her cousin down. When Ana returned
from the Cairon dimension over a year ago, Sarena hurt
her relentlessly by claiming she failed as a host by
allowing the symbiont to be stolen. Anaqueen, on the
other hand, detested Sarena for a variety of reasons
such as the latter’s snobbery and abhorrent behavior
towards her without any provocation.
Spankryz rolled her eyes and groaned inwardly at the
unnecessary intrusion. Brushing aside her slightly
older cousin, Ana remarked, a hint of sarcasm in her
voice. “Sarena, no one forced you to attend.” The
Trill nodded to her escort and the two quickly moved
away from Nilanti. Ana sighed when they were entering
a quiet and narrow corridor, a sharp contrast to the
bustling noise in the ballroom. Sarena, like the rest
of Deimors, took great pride in her status in the
Trill aristocracy and thumbed her nose down on all
unjoined Trills. Ana was amused at Nilanti’s reaction
upon the former’s successful joining with the Spankryz
symbiont. In fact tidings of her joining resulted in a
shockwave amongst members of the Deimor family, since
it was widely believed amongst the aristocracy that
the symbiosis commission snubbed the Orkovs. But that
was not true. It was just that the Orkovs were not
candidates for joining only in the last two
generations due to character degeneration in that
particular family.
The Ferengi announced, stopping in front of a white
door. “We’re here.” A few seconds had passed before
the door opened. Ana was led into a cozy and semi-dark
room, lavishly decorated with paintings hanging from
crimson walls and black Ferengi stone statues at each
corner. The private dining rooms that adjoined the
huge ballroom were popular amongst those patrons
wanting to enjoy a quiet dinner or solitude. Only
guests from elite and VIP classes were permitted to
use those rooms.
Ana became unnerved when her eyes fell upon an elderly
Trill man with slightly unruly white hair. She sported
a cold expression, determined not to let the old man
see her fear. Valyris Xersax sat behind a round table
and motioned the Ferengi towards the door. “Leave us.”
The underling complied and trotted out of the room.
Addressing the Trill woman, Valyris offered,
indicating the chair opposite him. “Please sit down.”
He watched the Starfleet officer taking her seat and
began in a patronizing tone. “Anything to drink?”
“No,” Anaqueen refused icily. “I agreed to be here. So
where are the children?”
Valyris chuckled dryly as he poured himself some
purple wine. “You need to relax, Anaqueen…or do you
prefer Captain?” He raised his glass and took a sip.
“The wine’s one of the finest I’ve ever tasted.”
Ana demanded coldly, narrowing her eyes. “Has any harm
befallen them?”
“What? Who?” The patriarch laughed, causing the fury
inside the Trill woman to burn strongly. “Right, yes,
your niece and nephew.” Straightening himself up,
Valyris informed. “They’re safe and happily playing
with the toys I’ve given them.”
Spankryz questioned as she gripped the handle of the
chair rather tightly. “Where are they?”
“All in good time,” Xersax replied coyly. “But first
there’s something you need to know regarding…certain
details of Mira Spankryz’s life and her connection
with my family.”
Ana’s eyes grew wide in shock as the older Trill began
explaining.
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Scene: Lower Promenade
Nicole Townsend sighed, shaking her strawberry blonde
head. “This is so ridiculous.” Matthew and the intel
agent were strolling aimlessly in the lower level of
the promenade, anxiously awaiting the outcome of Ana’s
meeting with Xersax. Townsend touched a red patch
attached to the back of her hand and groaned. The
patch was a device meant to mark all peasant class
travelers and would set off an alarm alerting ship’s
security if any passenger stayed in the promenade past
the two hour limit.
Matthew was gloomy for the hour they had been walking
past shops and restaurants. His mind was completely
focused on Ana and was worried over the danger she put
herself in by meeting with the Xersax patriarch. The
half-El Aurian cursed Elina for her silly restriction.
Haley yearned to be present at the ballroom, ready to
extract his wife out, in case Valyris planned an
ambush. “Ana should be in the meeting right now,”
Matthew stated, nervously.
Nicole assured kindly. “She’ll be fine. Telara is
closely monitoring the entire exchange. She’ll alert
us of anything going wrong.”
“Right,” the human/El Aurian nodded. “I need to use
the restroom,” the athletically built officer
announced a minute later.
Townsend informed, glancing around the area. “There
should be one coming our way soon.” They walked a
further few feet ahead and encountered a tall silvery
grey structure, resembling the blue portable toilets
found at construction sites in 20th century EARTH. A
queue comprising of four individuals stood in front of
the restroom entrance. “Oh,” Nicole pointed out. “Use
of those toilets costs ten credits or fifteen slips of
gold pressed latinum.”
“Damn it,” Matthew swore. “That’s a rip off. Remind me
to file a complaint against the owner of this liner.”
The intel officer chuckled. “Like your mother in law’s
going to listen, considering she’s forbidden you from
moving past peasant class.”
“That’s true.” Her partner sighed as they joined the
line behind a male Klingon. **Just my luck to go after
a Klingon, ** Haley grumbled mentally. A few minutes
passed by, when the Klingon patron just stepped inside
the restroom. Matthew and Nicole were the only ones
standing in the line.
[[Telara to Lt. Cmdr. Haley,]] the voice of the
Romulan/Andorian intel agent rang through the security
officer’s green wristband containing a hidden comm.
device.
Matthew responded. “Haley here. What’s up?”
Telara informed in a monotone voice. [[We’ve got a
problem.]]
“Ana? What’s happening?” The hybrid demanded, his
heart rate leaping up.
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Scene: Private Dining Room
Anaqueen listened intently when Valyris started
talking, but with immense skepticism. The memory of
Mira’s last few years till her death was lost to the
current Spankryz host. The Trill woman got glimpses of
the musician’s death, where she had fallen off a
cliff. But those visions were so vague that it did not
give a clear picture of the actual event. Ana’s
isoboromine levels always lowered after dreaming about
Mira Spankryz’s death. It was concluded by the
commission doctors at the time that Spankryz endured
severe trauma that caused it to block those particular
memories from its mind. What the Captain was unaware
was that a chemical block was placed in her symbiont,
just after it was removed from Phallis after his
death. However, that block was found to be chemically
unstable and broke down immediately after placement in
the symbiont, thus unable to fulfill its purpose of
erasing Mira’s memories from Spankryz.
“Mira, a darling in the music world,” the Xersax
family patriarch began eerily. “She was believed to be
a very passionate woman, full of life and hope. Her
voice was mesmerizing to the ear. Such beauty.” A sly
grin was visible across his lips. “A pity, she died so
young.”
Ana stated, using an icy tone. “You mean *murdered*.”
The Trill woman’s blue eyes were shooting daggers at
the elderly man. Anger brewed beneath the masked
surface of the Starfleet captain. “How about you tell
me where the children are held, instead of wasting my
time with stories about Mira?”
“Oh…” Valyris whispered, sounding cryptic. “But this
information has been something you’ve been seeking
desperately for a while now.” He paused, taking
another sip. “Are you willing to lose your chance of
finally getting the truth after all this time?” The
old Trill questioned in a patronizing tone, clearly
making an attempt to unnerve the Starfleet officer.
Ana responded sharply. “Truth is the last thing that
comes out of your mouth.” He was right. Anaqueen
wanted to know the truth behind Mira’s death and the
events leading up to it for the symbiont to have a
peace of mind. But she also knew the moment was not
right as two toddlers’ lives were at stake. She was
also suspicious of any information given by Valyris.
“Entriel Xersax, my uncle and heir to the family,
fancied Mira,” Valyris continued, ignoring the Trill
woman’s sharp tongue. “He attended every concert,
sitting always in the first row. He possessed the
entire collection of her work.”
Anaqueen quickly rummaged through Spankryz’s memories
and was unable to recall the name ‘Entriel Xersax’ and
his connection to Mira. Spankryz’s previous host had
many admirers and a few romantic relationships. But
Entriel just never registered in her mind. Ana
immediately had a bad feeling over Valyris’ uncle’s
involvement with Mira and came to a sudden realization
that horrified her. The Trill did view Mira as someone
with poor judgment, when it came to men. She became
irked at Valyris’ next batch of information.
“Entriel lavished her with the most expensive and rare
gifts,” the Xersax patriarch related, sounding very
spooky. “He invited her to dinner on a number of
occasions. Mira became enchanted by him, enough to
drop her long-time lover, Garin and the two began a
very tempestuous courtship that spanned for two
years.” He cleared his throat, eyeing Anaqueen
intently, hoping to see her squirm. “Naturally the
family disapproved the relationship and repeatedly
tried to get Entriel to end it but sadly lust overtook
his senses.”
Ana was taken aback by Valyris’ claim of Mira dumping
Garin for Entriel. From what the Trill could gather
from the symbiont’s memories, Mira was hopelessly in
love with Garin and found it hard to believe she would
just leave him for another. Perhaps, the Captain
wondered if she was wrong about the former host.
“Of course the relationship became sour towards the
end, leading to Entriel’s madness,” Valyris continued.
“My uncle became possessive of her. He had her watched
all the time and controlled every little thing Mira
did, all the way down to what dress she wore.” Sighing
and looking sadly at his guest, the elder Trill said.
“I suppose the poor girl snapped.”
Ana set her jaw firmly, wondering if Xersax was
telling the truth. She couldn’t help having doubts
about his account of Mira’s relationship with Entriel.
She quickly checked her chronometer for the time,
feeling dismayed over not being able to get the kids.
“A month before her death, Mira met Garin again and
started an illicit affair,” Valyris stated, his lips
quivering. “She planned on running away from TRILL
with him. But Entriel found out about the affair by
secretly catching them sharing a passionate moment at
an opera. He was furious, rightly so.” The patriarch’s
eyes narrowed. “On the night before Mira and Garin’s
planned departure, Entriel lured her to Ivyin creek,
pretending it was her lover who requested the
rendezvous.” He smiled wryly at the sight of fear
forming in Ana’s blue eyes. “Well, I guess you can
figure out the rest. A heated confrontation took place
between them with my uncle ordering Mira to end the
affair with Gavin. And of course, the stupid woman
refused and Entriel in his burning rage killed her.”
Flashes of Mira and Entriel erupted in Anaqueen’s
mind, causing her to shiver slightly. Those dreams
made sense to her finally, even though she was unable
to resurrect the rest of Mira’s lost memories.
Clenching her fists under the table, Ana deduced in a
low, harsh whisper. “And obviously your family covered
up the entire murder, still doing so to protect the
Xersax’s reputation in the aristocracy. You want to
place a chemical block in the symbiont’s neuro
pathways, despite knowing the risks involved, not only
to me but to future hosts.”
“That’s correct,” Valyris confirmed. “Entriel himself
revealed the entire secret to me, just prior to his
death fifty years ago. He never married, thus making
me his heir and I made a promise I would guard his
secret forever.” He shrugged.
Silence reigned for a moment before Ana brought up
angrily. “You know, what’s sad here. Your family could
have escaped trouble if you hadn’t gone to all this
trouble to cover up a crime that occurred eighty years
ago. Entriel is dead, thereby escaping punishment.”
The Trill glared at the old man.
“I couldn’t let my family fall into disrepute,
especially when the Orkovs are waiting in the wings to
pounce on us like vultures,” the elderly man rasped.
“By the way, your grandfather was the only other
person who knew about the secret, which he used to
blackmail me to keep my family in line to do his
bidding.”
Ana felt a knot form in her stomach and was disgusted
with Valyris’ admission. She was aware her mother did
not know about Entriel’s crime, otherwise the secret
would have been out already. Elina suspected the
existence of Valyris’s secret and worked hard to find
it, in order to shatter the Xersax family’s
reputation. “You’re despicable, Valyris. You would do
anything, including commit murder, threaten and kidnap
to preserve your family’s reputation.”
“Your family isn’t exactly innocent,” Xersax quipped
sarcastically. “Your grandfather along with your uncle
kept their hands dirty all the time. Hell, your mother
herself isn’t squeaky clean either, considering the
number of people she has hurt with her schemes.”
Ana pointed out. “At least she doesn’t have blood on
her hands.” True, Elina Orkov had never taken
another’s life. The Trill Captain declared. “Look,
Valyris. We have wasted enough time already, so hand
over the children first and you can put the block in
me.”
The old patriarch, approaching eighty years, started
sniggering, which added more fuel to the younger
Trill’s anger. “Having revealed everything to you, I
see no point in letting Spankryz live, after all like
they say, the block will not keep the memories buried
forever.” He got up and pulled out a golden dagger
with a hilt embroidered with the Xersax emblem.
“Looks like I’ve been betrayed,” Ana stated, sounding
hurt, yet not surprised. Her right hand dangled
downwards to touch her shoe. By saying those few
words, the Trill had sent a coded message to Telara,
enabling the Romulan/Andorian to switch to plan B.
Valyris rounded the table like a hungry lion, ready to
pounce on its prey. As he lifted the dagger above his
victim’s head, Ana ducked away, drawing out a type 1
phaser. The Trill Captain instantly fired, hoping to
stun her attacker. The laser beam, emanating from the
tiny weapon, hit the man squarely above the chest. Ana
winced in intense pain, realizing the elderly man
managed to leave a cut on the palm of her left hand.
She watched Valyris stagger back to then suddenly trip
over the table leg and ended up banging his head on
the wall.
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Chapter 6
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Location: QUEEN ELINA
Scene: Lower Promenade
Telara alerted. [[Xersax had ambushed the Captain and
we need to move to Plan B now.]]
Matthew’s heart beat leapt up as anxiety and fear
rolled as one in his mind. The half-El Aurian hoped
they would not need plan B and that plan A was enough
to finish the operation. At the moment, no one was
sure how bad Ana’s situation was at the moment. Telara
reported the Trill Captain was still alive. Matthew
briefly recalled the time of his wife’s abduction by
the Neo-Essentialists over a year ago and suddenly
dreaded the worst case scenario. **She can’t go
through it again, ** he thought, feeling determined to
not allow anything tragic happening to her. “What is
her location right now?”
[[Private dining room E4 in the ballroom deck,]] the
Romulan hybrid quickly replied. “Commanders Tomel and
Weron are still in the ballroom.”
Haley inquired, jaws set firmly together. “Have you
warned them about Ana’s situation?”
[[I just lost contact with them and Captain
Spankryz,]] Telara announced, a tinge of edginess in
her voice. [[Signals to the ballroom deck are
jammed.]]
Townsend queried. “Can you pinpoint the source of this
jamming?”
[[Negative,]] the other intel agent replied.
Haley inquired. “Have you located the children?”
[[Yes]]. Telara answered, listening to the sighs of
relief from the other two officers. [[VIP class deck,
section 7, room V22. Two decks above the ballroom.]]
“We should go up there and rescue the children now,”
Nicole proposed. She could see the pain visible in the
security officer’s eyes and assured, softly. “She will
be fine.”
“Thanks.” Matthew nodded as he stared ahead in
despair. Sighing, the blond pondered for a moment
before turning to Lt. Townsend. “Alright,” he decided.
“I will head to the ballroom and extract Ana and the
others myself. Lt. Townsend, you’re charged with
rescuing the children, using any means necessary.”
“Understood.” Nicole then questioned. “How do we reach
the upper decks?”
[[The vents are one way you could use without anyone
noticing,]] Telara replied. [[However the liner has a
complex network of vents. It will take hours to reach
the ballroom.]]
Matthew sighed. “I guess we need to find a way to get
to one of the turbolifts in the upper promenade.” A
spiral, moving staircase connected the upper and lower
levels of the promenade. Any passenger turbo lifts
arriving from the decks below, which included the
economy and peasant class quarters ended at the lower
promenade. To reach the higher decks, one had to catch
the turbolift from the upper section of the promenade.
The idea for that system was to prevent those patrons
from peasant and economy classes from going to the
upper class decks. The two turbolifts that traveled
from the Engineering deck to the bridge (top deck)
were used only by the liner’s staff.
[[Or you can use the option of getting onto one of the
staff turbolifts,]] the Andorian hybrid suggested.
[[You just run into one of the ship’s employees and
obtain their ID pass, a key used to activate the
turbolift.]]
The half-El Aurian decided. “We’ll take the staff
turbolift.”
“Sounds good with me,” the strawberry blonde agreed.
Matthew looked taken back, when Nicole removed a tiny,
pink bottle from her bag. “What is that?” He inquired
suspiciously
“You said ‘use any means necessary’,” the agent
grinned. “Make sure you hold your nose when I wear the
perfume,” Townsend warned. “It contains a toxin that
can make you light headed.”
Haley rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Considering I am
not familiar with the spooks training manual, I
appreciate the warning.”
“Well, I can distract an employee leaving or entering
the lift with the scent and steal his or her pass,”
Townsend stated, grinning as she sniffed her hand.
“The perfume’s effect only lasts fifteen minutes and
is not dangerous to the person’s health.”
Telara informed, getting bored with the banter. [[I’ve
managed to deactivate the alarm on your patches, so it
shouldn’t go off once the time limit has expired.
Remove them as soon as you leave the lower
promenade.]]
Matthew nodded. “That’s good.” The door to the
restroom opened and the Klingon stepped out, nearly
knocking the security officer aside. “Okay…” Haley
said, beginning to step away from the grey structure.
“I guess it’s time we head to the staff turbolift.” As
the two officers were a few feet from their last
position, the human/El Aurian remarked understatedly.
“I will have to knock the person out if your perfume
doesn’t work.”
Townsend remarked, chuckling. “Well there’s my special
lipstick and lotion that can act as backup…and of
course my poison hairpins for Valyris’ people.”
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Scene: Private dining room
Anaqueen wrapped a silky, maroon napkin around her
injured hand to reduce the bleeding. Glancing around
the room, Ana spotted the comm. panel and rushed to
it. The Trill activated the communication device and
called out. “I need a medic to private dining room E4
on the ballroom deck.” No response, other than static.
Ana looked aghast, when croaked laughter was heard
from the old man.
“No one can hear…you,” Valyris coughed, spitting out
blood. “Communications…to this deck…has been blocked.”
His head was badly wounded from hitting the wall and
received a skull fracture. Seeing as he was an elderly
man, his body was not strong enough to withstand the
injury and the massive blood loss. So it was only a
matter of time before his death, unless medical help
arrived in the next minute or two.
Ignoring his taunts, the Trill walked around the room,
searching for an emergency med kit. She was not going
to let the Xersax patriarch die, not when he could
provide vital information. In every room in the
economy class and above, an emergency medical kit was
placed in case an injured patron was unable to contact
sickbay. Ana found the slot, where the kit was kept,
but to her dismay, it was missing. Turning to the
fallen man with anger filling her eyes, she received
more taunts from him.
“I’ve had the medical kit removed,” the elder Trill
informed, producing a throaty chuckle. “I will die
with victory…knowing your family will go down.”
She could run out to get Tomel or Weron to bring a kit
from another room, but it was futile to leave Valyris
alone. Ana suspected he would have someone waiting
outside to strike her the moment she left the dining
room. The Trill woman marched to the wretched old
man’s position and knelt down, staring deeply into his
eyes. “Okay,” the Captain interrogated harshly. “Since
you’re resigned to dying anyway and have made sure I
don’t get medical help for you, then you can at least
answer my questions.”
Valyris smiled, unnerving the younger Trill. “You
won’t get…anything out…of…me.”
“Where are you holding the children?” Ana questioned
furiously. No answer other than a mocking grin graced
the patriarch’s lips.
The Starfleet captain demanded. “Tell me where they’re
located.”
Instead of giving an answer, the elder Trill rasped
coldly. “I have won….within the next few minutes…the
Orkovs will be history…” Valyris’s voice faded away as
he coughed up more blood. A second later, the
patriarch had passed away.
Ana stepped away from the body and was feeling a
whirlwind of different emotions: anger, disquiet and
grimness. **Orkovs will be history…** The man’s last
words kept running in her mind, until a dawn of
horrible realization struck her. “He’s planned
something terrible.” Suddenly, the Trill heard the
whirring sound of the door opening and quickly turned
around to face the intruder, phaser in hand.
Elina’s mouth dropped in shock at the sight of her
rival’s body. “What the hell is going on?” The blonde
socialite demanded shrilly. Panic filled Elina’s green
eyes, when she then spotted her daughter standing
above the dead man. She gasped upon seeing Ana’s hand,
the napkin acting as a bandage already drenched in
blood. “Ana…was Valyris trying to…hurt you?” She
questioned, anger seeping through her voice.
Ana nodded, all of a sudden wearing a mask that
prevented her from displaying emotions. “His death was
an accident,” the Trill replied.
Her mother bellowed. “He attempted to murder you to
avenge his loss of this liner to me. This is
outrageous!”
Anaqueen remarked, having decided to spill the truth.
“Attempting to murder me is not the worst thing
Valyris Xersax had done tonight.”
“What could be worse than that?” Ms. Orkov demanded
angrily.
Spankryz informed, crossly. “He kidnapped Tomney’s
children.” She watched her mother digesting the
information for a moment.
Elina spoke, narrowing her eyes in anger. “You didn’t
ever think to mention that vile old man dared abduct
my grandchildren. Now I realize why you willingly
accepted my invitation to take the ship’s maiden
voyage.”
“Like you actually care, mother,” Ana stated bitterly.
“As far as you’re concerned, Tomney doesn’t exist!”
Her mother scolded. “Well, I definitely care about the
continuation of the Orkov line. With you refusing to
have children, it is all up to your foolish brother’s
offspring….”
Anaqueen snapped, cutting off Elina in mid-sentence.
“Now is not the time to listen to your usual rants.
Arlis and Nelia are still missing and we don’t know
where they’re held!”
Elina pointed out, her voice hoarse as she eyed her
daughter’s wounded hand. “You need that checked by a
medic.”
“I tried, but no one answered,” the younger Trill
replied, feeling a chill down her spine as the door
opened. Anaqueen tightened her grip on the phaser and
turned around, fearing the visitor was an assassin
sent by Xersax to finish the job he started.
Immediately she sighed with relief, when a blond head
belonging to her husband popped in the room. “Matthew,
glad to see you,” the Trill remarked, giving a tiny
smile for the first time during the whole mess.
Elina burst out with uncontrollable rage as she
inserted herself between her daughter and son in law.
“You’re not supposed to be here, commoner! You should
be back in the peasant class, where you BELONG!”
“If I did that,” Matthew replied, maintaining a calm
demeanor in the wake of an exploding volcano. “Then
you both would have been dead by now.”
Ana questioned, getting a very dreadful feeling. “What
do you mean?” She looked over at the tall security
officer and spotted a broken lip, torn right sleeve,
cuts and bruises on his arms, hands and cheeks. “You
got into trouble?” The Trill questioned, sounding
concerned.
“Not surprising for a filthy commoner,” Elina growled,
glaring at the half-El Aurian.
Haley answered, wiping off the blood from his cheek.
“Two masked assassins ambushed me down in the
hallway.” Noticing his wife’s injured hand, Matthew
gasped. “What happened to you?”
Ana replied, brushing her mother aside and stood next
to the half-El Aurian. “Valyris attacked me but only
managed to cut my hand.” Placing her healthy hand on
the tall man’s shoulder, the Trill inquired,
whispering. “Where are Townsend and Telara?”
“Lt. Townsend is on her way to get the kids, while
Telara is still at her station,” the hybrid informed
in a quiet voice. He watched his wife’s eyes widen.
“You know where Arlis and Nelia are?” Spankryz
inquired anxiously.
Matthew nodded. “Yes, they’re held in a room on the
VIP deck. Townsend should be there right now.”
Ana sighed, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety.
“Let’s hope she doesn’t run into trouble over there.”
“Nicole should be fine,” her husband assured gently
and then stated, sniggering. “Anyone who gets in her
way will likely end up becoming light headed and
display bouts of erratic behavior like that female
engineer we ran into at the staff elevator on the
promenade.” Eyeing Ana’s wounded hand, Haley urged.
“We should get you to sickbay.”
“Right,” Ana agreed. “The nearest one is located in
the first class deck.”
“Someone will be fired!” Her mother roared, banging
her comm. device, which was in the shape of a wrist
watch. “Communications is not working.”
Matthew explained. “Communications to and from this
deck are blocked. It’s why we lost contact with you.”
“Well that explains why the medic couldn’t receive my
call,” Ana surmised.
Elina growled, picking up an empty flower vase from
the table and hurled it across the room. “When I get
my hands on Mr. Zuzuo, he will wish he was never
born!” Zuzuo was the liner’s sensors and
communications chief. The door suddenly slid apart and
Smi’gh ran into the room, screaming.
“Madam! Madam! The ballroom! It’s under attack!” The
middle aged Trill man hopped up and down, panicking
and clutched his hair.
*/~/*
Ranjani Sabarinathan
Speaking for...
[/\]o..
Lieutenant Commander Kathryn MacNeil, MD
Chief Operations Officer
GATEWAY STATION- 2
and
[/\]....
Captain Anaqueen Spankryz
Commanding Officer
USS COMMENDATION, NCC-10021 (Non RP ship)
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