The Romulan Courier
By Sirap
Voyager has returned to the Alpha Quadrant and all the marquis were given pardons. Being home the crew have all went their separate ways.
Mars was dusty, as always. Orange smoke being whipped around by angry winds. Tom had always wanted to live on Mars, he had planned many times to runaway and live there but it had never happened. It wasn't that he was too scared to try, he just couldn't get farther than a transport vehicle before his father or one of his goons would drag him back home. Finally, Tom had control of his own destiny. Back home and free from prison he could do whatever he wanted. If he wanted to live on Mars, he would.
The first place he went was Velvet's, he knew Velvet from his Marqui days, she was a sweet bajoran who ran a no-nonsense bar at the end of the strip mall.
Entering the musky old-fashioned room, Tom couldn't spot Velvet so he headed to the bar and ordered a drink. Resting against the bar, Tom noticed someone enter. She was stunning, a Vulcan maybe. She had long black hair slicked into a high ponytail and wore a dark brown floor length skirt with a slit all the way to her waist. She was wearing brown knee high boots and was unconsciously playing with one of the thin tan straps on her tank top. She smiled seductively his way upon seeing him.
Definitely not a Vulcan.
A Romulan.
He cursed silently when she started towards him. She hadn't shown up here by chance, she'd been looking for him, sent to either kill or retrieve him. He'd lived in the criminal world long enough to realize this women had a hidden agenda.
She sashayed over, never losing her sultry smile and leaned across the bar, beside him. "I'm T'Kiera," she said sweetly.
"And as you know," Tom said suggestively. "I'm Tom Paris."
No surprise was evident as she crinkled her nose, "How would I know that?" her composure was flawless.
Maybe she was with the Romulan intelligence service, Tal Shiar. But what did she want with him?
"I'm not in the mood for games," Tom told her firmly. "So why don't you just tell me why you're here."
"I came here for a drink."
She was stubborn, he'd give her that.
"Well, if all you want is a drink," he drawled. "You have no need for company."
She grabbed his arm as he turned to leave. "On the contrary, I rather enjoy company."
"Then find someone else's"
"The only person I want to be with is you," she whispered seductively.
"I'll bet," he replied evenly, pulling his arm away. "So who sent you?" he asked with a crooked smile.
"Sent me?" she asked innocently, batting her eyes.
"I've been gone. I haven't been gone that long."
She almost smiled at that. "Nobody sent me, I was simply drawn to you."
"Save it, we both know that you were sent here by someone. What are you? Tal Shiar?"
The corners of his mouth twitched, "So you are Tal Shair, now there is just the matter of why you were sent to find me."
He could feel the cool of a phaser pressing against his hip and a twinkle in T'Kiera's eyes. She'd dropped the charade. "You're needed for many reasons, and if you don't do exactly as I say you won't be the only one to get hurt."
Tom's eyes narrowed but he knew better than to ask what she meant by that, she'd never tell him. "Then what do you say?"
"Lets go," T'Kiera quickly ushered Tom from the bar.
As they left Velvet had just come from the back room. She squinted at the couple she saw leaving, Tom Paris? When had he gotten back?
* * * *
"Sit down," T'Kiera ordered.
She had brought him to a small ship defiantly of Romulan design. Tom obeyed, sitting down on a bench in the cargo area. More concerned about the mysterious other person in danger than himself.
"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" Tom asked.
"Some of it," she said evasively. "It has to do with your sister."
"Moira?" Tom asked instantly.
The corners of T'Kiera's mouth twitched. "How did you know?"
"Kathleen's like my father, she never gets into trouble. Moira's like me, she always does."
"Well yes, it is Moira. She intercepted one of our couriers, she took something that wasn't hers."
"I'm sure she did it for the right reasons but what am I doing here, what is it you expect me to help you with?"
"Your sister has gone through a lot since you disappeared," T'Kiera said slyly. "She has no loyalties, nothing we can use against her as leverage. She's long since disowned her father and sister, over a fight about you, I believe."
Tom smiled and leaned back, "So I'm your leverage."
T'Kiera smiled back, "You're the last person in the world she cares about."
"And what are the other reasons you wanted me, you said that there was more than one."
"You're a very good pilot, if I want you to, you will pilot for me."
Tom brought one hant to his mouth, an evil smirk marring his handsome features, "And why would I do that? You obviously don't know where my sister is, you are no threat to her and I'm your only leverage, you'd be foolish to kill me."
"But I have leverage against you as well," T'Kiera smiled. "What I do when I find your sister depends on your behavior."
"When you find my sister, you'll kill her," Tom said matter-of-factly, "and then you'll kill me. Don't expect me to cooperate. I know how the Tal Shiar works and I have no intention of helping you."
"Your sister will suffer greatly as a result of your recalcitrance."
"My sister wouldn't want me to help you. And as I said, I'm not going to."
"You'll regret this," T'Kiera sneered.
"Not as much as you will," he shot back.
T'Kiera growled and hit the side of his head with the butt of her phaser. He fell to the floor and some of his dark blonde hair became scarlet.
* * * *
Moira Jane Paris ran across the dark corridor. Her black boots slamming down on the cold concrete a small black leather bag clutched to her chest. She ignored the phaser blasts roaring past her and focused on only running.
(How had it come to this? Gone so far so quickly? She'd been at a picnic with a guy friend when she'd seen the two Vulcans make a switch with two briefcases. She wouldn't have been suspicious but one of them smiled.
They weren't Vulcans.
One was always suspicious of Romulans.)
The shots were getting more accurate. Turning a corner she didn't allow herself to stop. She continued to run, looking only forward.
(She wasn't Starfleet, not really. But it was in her blood, she couldn't turn a blind eye to what she'd seen. She excused herself from her friend, followed the Romulan who had smiled.)
The phaser blasts were endless, but she continued to run. The door, it was right in front of her. Only a few more feet.
(The Romulan moved discreetly into an ally, he opened the briefcase. Moira had cursed when she saw it's contents. Recognizing the device for what it was she knew what she had to do.)
Moira skid to a halt as she reached the doors, fixing her black jumpsuit she exited slowly, calmly so as not to attract attention. She disappeared into the crowd of people, Venus's dark clouds making visibility limited. Her pursuers didn't stand a chance of locating her.
* * * *
Moira slid into the helm of her small ship and sat the briefcase on the empty chair beside her. Powering up the ship she was about to take off but noticed the blue light blinking on the console before her, telling her she had an incoming message. She was tempted to ignore it but couldn't resist gloating to her enemies. The Romulan who appeared was unfamiliar, a beautiful women.
"It's about time you return to us what's ours."
"And why would I do that?"
Tom had been right, they were alike, from personality to looks. The middle Paris child was tall, slim, blond and like her younger brother extremely attractive. The eldest, Kathleen was much different, more homely with drab brown hair and average eyes, not the sparkling blue of her siblings. Kathleen's figure had never been quite as perfect as her sisters. The communiqués were never for her, always for her beautiful sister, her handsome brother.
"I have something you might want I suggest a trade."
"What could you possibly." Moira trailed off as the screen sifted to her prodigal brother, unconscious and bleeding.
Her heart stopped, "Tom?" she whispered.
Tom and Moira had always stuck together. They'd been inseparable. Kathleen had been eight years older than Tom but Moira only three. They'd been best friends. Told each other everything. then he'd disappeared.
"What have you done to him?" she demanded.
"You should be pondering, what will I do to him if I don't get back what's mine."
Moira was shaking with rage, "What do you propose?" she asked coldly.
"I propose you stay on Venus."
"Unacceptable. You want to deal? I'll deal. But only with you, just you."
T'Kiera's eyes flared up but she didn't complain. "We'll meet at Oakland Shipyard, it should be relatively deserted this time of year."
"But that's on Earth!" Moira blurted.
T'Kiera's eyes widened, "Is that a problem? I thought you'd want the home advantage."
"I'll be there," Moira said with narrowed eyes, ending the transmition.
Tom was home? She guessed everyone in the universe must have known but her. She'd been rather. unreachable this last week. Sighing she looked back to the black leather bag beside her.
She'd do anything for her brother.
Almost anything.
She wouldn't contribute to the contamination of the universe, not even for him.
He'd understand.
He'd do the same thing in her place. But he'd be able to pull this off, would she?
To be continued.
Please review! I want to make sure there's someone out there who would like to read the next parts.
By Sirap
Voyager has returned to the Alpha Quadrant and all the marquis were given pardons. Being home the crew have all went their separate ways.
Mars was dusty, as always. Orange smoke being whipped around by angry winds. Tom had always wanted to live on Mars, he had planned many times to runaway and live there but it had never happened. It wasn't that he was too scared to try, he just couldn't get farther than a transport vehicle before his father or one of his goons would drag him back home. Finally, Tom had control of his own destiny. Back home and free from prison he could do whatever he wanted. If he wanted to live on Mars, he would.
The first place he went was Velvet's, he knew Velvet from his Marqui days, she was a sweet bajoran who ran a no-nonsense bar at the end of the strip mall.
Entering the musky old-fashioned room, Tom couldn't spot Velvet so he headed to the bar and ordered a drink. Resting against the bar, Tom noticed someone enter. She was stunning, a Vulcan maybe. She had long black hair slicked into a high ponytail and wore a dark brown floor length skirt with a slit all the way to her waist. She was wearing brown knee high boots and was unconsciously playing with one of the thin tan straps on her tank top. She smiled seductively his way upon seeing him.
Definitely not a Vulcan.
A Romulan.
He cursed silently when she started towards him. She hadn't shown up here by chance, she'd been looking for him, sent to either kill or retrieve him. He'd lived in the criminal world long enough to realize this women had a hidden agenda.
She sashayed over, never losing her sultry smile and leaned across the bar, beside him. "I'm T'Kiera," she said sweetly.
"And as you know," Tom said suggestively. "I'm Tom Paris."
No surprise was evident as she crinkled her nose, "How would I know that?" her composure was flawless.
Maybe she was with the Romulan intelligence service, Tal Shiar. But what did she want with him?
"I'm not in the mood for games," Tom told her firmly. "So why don't you just tell me why you're here."
"I came here for a drink."
She was stubborn, he'd give her that.
"Well, if all you want is a drink," he drawled. "You have no need for company."
She grabbed his arm as he turned to leave. "On the contrary, I rather enjoy company."
"Then find someone else's"
"The only person I want to be with is you," she whispered seductively.
"I'll bet," he replied evenly, pulling his arm away. "So who sent you?" he asked with a crooked smile.
"Sent me?" she asked innocently, batting her eyes.
"I've been gone. I haven't been gone that long."
She almost smiled at that. "Nobody sent me, I was simply drawn to you."
"Save it, we both know that you were sent here by someone. What are you? Tal Shiar?"
The corners of his mouth twitched, "So you are Tal Shair, now there is just the matter of why you were sent to find me."
He could feel the cool of a phaser pressing against his hip and a twinkle in T'Kiera's eyes. She'd dropped the charade. "You're needed for many reasons, and if you don't do exactly as I say you won't be the only one to get hurt."
Tom's eyes narrowed but he knew better than to ask what she meant by that, she'd never tell him. "Then what do you say?"
"Lets go," T'Kiera quickly ushered Tom from the bar.
As they left Velvet had just come from the back room. She squinted at the couple she saw leaving, Tom Paris? When had he gotten back?
* * * *
"Sit down," T'Kiera ordered.
She had brought him to a small ship defiantly of Romulan design. Tom obeyed, sitting down on a bench in the cargo area. More concerned about the mysterious other person in danger than himself.
"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" Tom asked.
"Some of it," she said evasively. "It has to do with your sister."
"Moira?" Tom asked instantly.
The corners of T'Kiera's mouth twitched. "How did you know?"
"Kathleen's like my father, she never gets into trouble. Moira's like me, she always does."
"Well yes, it is Moira. She intercepted one of our couriers, she took something that wasn't hers."
"I'm sure she did it for the right reasons but what am I doing here, what is it you expect me to help you with?"
"Your sister has gone through a lot since you disappeared," T'Kiera said slyly. "She has no loyalties, nothing we can use against her as leverage. She's long since disowned her father and sister, over a fight about you, I believe."
Tom smiled and leaned back, "So I'm your leverage."
T'Kiera smiled back, "You're the last person in the world she cares about."
"And what are the other reasons you wanted me, you said that there was more than one."
"You're a very good pilot, if I want you to, you will pilot for me."
Tom brought one hant to his mouth, an evil smirk marring his handsome features, "And why would I do that? You obviously don't know where my sister is, you are no threat to her and I'm your only leverage, you'd be foolish to kill me."
"But I have leverage against you as well," T'Kiera smiled. "What I do when I find your sister depends on your behavior."
"When you find my sister, you'll kill her," Tom said matter-of-factly, "and then you'll kill me. Don't expect me to cooperate. I know how the Tal Shiar works and I have no intention of helping you."
"Your sister will suffer greatly as a result of your recalcitrance."
"My sister wouldn't want me to help you. And as I said, I'm not going to."
"You'll regret this," T'Kiera sneered.
"Not as much as you will," he shot back.
T'Kiera growled and hit the side of his head with the butt of her phaser. He fell to the floor and some of his dark blonde hair became scarlet.
* * * *
Moira Jane Paris ran across the dark corridor. Her black boots slamming down on the cold concrete a small black leather bag clutched to her chest. She ignored the phaser blasts roaring past her and focused on only running.
(How had it come to this? Gone so far so quickly? She'd been at a picnic with a guy friend when she'd seen the two Vulcans make a switch with two briefcases. She wouldn't have been suspicious but one of them smiled.
They weren't Vulcans.
One was always suspicious of Romulans.)
The shots were getting more accurate. Turning a corner she didn't allow herself to stop. She continued to run, looking only forward.
(She wasn't Starfleet, not really. But it was in her blood, she couldn't turn a blind eye to what she'd seen. She excused herself from her friend, followed the Romulan who had smiled.)
The phaser blasts were endless, but she continued to run. The door, it was right in front of her. Only a few more feet.
(The Romulan moved discreetly into an ally, he opened the briefcase. Moira had cursed when she saw it's contents. Recognizing the device for what it was she knew what she had to do.)
Moira skid to a halt as she reached the doors, fixing her black jumpsuit she exited slowly, calmly so as not to attract attention. She disappeared into the crowd of people, Venus's dark clouds making visibility limited. Her pursuers didn't stand a chance of locating her.
* * * *
Moira slid into the helm of her small ship and sat the briefcase on the empty chair beside her. Powering up the ship she was about to take off but noticed the blue light blinking on the console before her, telling her she had an incoming message. She was tempted to ignore it but couldn't resist gloating to her enemies. The Romulan who appeared was unfamiliar, a beautiful women.
"It's about time you return to us what's ours."
"And why would I do that?"
Tom had been right, they were alike, from personality to looks. The middle Paris child was tall, slim, blond and like her younger brother extremely attractive. The eldest, Kathleen was much different, more homely with drab brown hair and average eyes, not the sparkling blue of her siblings. Kathleen's figure had never been quite as perfect as her sisters. The communiqués were never for her, always for her beautiful sister, her handsome brother.
"I have something you might want I suggest a trade."
"What could you possibly." Moira trailed off as the screen sifted to her prodigal brother, unconscious and bleeding.
Her heart stopped, "Tom?" she whispered.
Tom and Moira had always stuck together. They'd been inseparable. Kathleen had been eight years older than Tom but Moira only three. They'd been best friends. Told each other everything. then he'd disappeared.
"What have you done to him?" she demanded.
"You should be pondering, what will I do to him if I don't get back what's mine."
Moira was shaking with rage, "What do you propose?" she asked coldly.
"I propose you stay on Venus."
"Unacceptable. You want to deal? I'll deal. But only with you, just you."
T'Kiera's eyes flared up but she didn't complain. "We'll meet at Oakland Shipyard, it should be relatively deserted this time of year."
"But that's on Earth!" Moira blurted.
T'Kiera's eyes widened, "Is that a problem? I thought you'd want the home advantage."
"I'll be there," Moira said with narrowed eyes, ending the transmition.
Tom was home? She guessed everyone in the universe must have known but her. She'd been rather. unreachable this last week. Sighing she looked back to the black leather bag beside her.
She'd do anything for her brother.
Almost anything.
She wouldn't contribute to the contamination of the universe, not even for him.
He'd understand.
He'd do the same thing in her place. But he'd be able to pull this off, would she?
To be continued.
Please review! I want to make sure there's someone out there who would like to read the next parts.