The sticky humidity in the overcrowded tavern caused sweat to form on Asha's forehead as she sipped from her glass of chilled, pale Romulan ale. As gracefully as she could she used a already damp napkin to wipe off the excess perspiration on her face. The last thing she needed was for her mark to turned off from such an unladylike appearance. She had chased him through six systems she wasn't going lose him now because they ended up on a planet with an average temperature of 34 Celsius and humidity level only matched by a sauna.
Coyly looking over her shoulder at her Romulan mark, known to most people as Chorak. Asha flashed him a sweet smile. She had felt his eyes all over her for the last hour or so. Hopefully this would encourage Chorak to come over and make some small talk. Bile rose in her throat at the thought of him being so close to her but it was widely known that Chorak had a thing for human women especially those with curves and creamy brown skin and it just so happened that Asha had them both in spades. Although she wasn't really human...but close enough to lure Chorak.
As if in cue, Chorak stood up from his chair in the corner of the tavern and not-so-subtly made a bee line towards Asha. He walked with the complete confidence that most Romulan men possessed no doubt assuming he was about to charm the pants off of some poor, ignorant human tart. Sitting down next to Asha at the bar, he shot her a charming smile that truly beguiled his true nature.
Although most people knew the man next to her as simply Sub-Commander Chorak, a rather nondescript Romulan military officer with little acclaim. Asha, on the other hand, knew his real identity. At Starfleet Intelligence most simply referred to him as 'Falon the Butcher'. Not only was he responsible for the death of no less than five thousand humans over the last ten years in various covert, unprovoked attacks, he also personally tortured, abused and raped at least five Starfleet Intelligence officers, one of which who just happened to be Asha's lover.
Flashing her a smile, Chorak spoke. "Pardon the cliché, but what is a beautiful young woman like yourself doing in a place like this?"
Being so close to the man that had killed her lover made it difficult for Asha to focus. She was on a mission after all, she had to bury her personal feelings and stick to the plan. She was Starfleet Intelligence's secret weapon.
From the age of ten she had been training herself to do one thing...kill Romulans. Her father had been the Trillian ambassador to the Federation back when Trill and the Federation had just begun undertaking diplomatic endeavours. Apparently the Romulan Empire was opposed to such an alliance and tried their best to sabotage the success of the budding alliance.
In the Romulans' attempt to disrupt the diplomatic alliance they sent an assassin to kill Asha's father. Unfortunately, they sent the assassin to Asha's home to murder her whole family to make it look like a random intruder had killed the family.
As fate would have it, Asha walked in on the Romulan as he was murdering her father. Her screams at such an unspeakable sight caught the attention of a nearby Starfleet Intelligence officer who had just happened to be trailing the assassin. With surprise on his side, the dashing Starfleet officer was able to defeat the assassin and in doing so saved the life of both Asha and her mother.
From that day forward Asha dedicated herself to getting into Starfleet Academy with the sole purpose of one day becoming a Starfleet Intelligence officer just like the brave man for whom she owed her and her mother's life. Eight years later, Asha was one of the first Trills to be accepted to Starfleet Academy.
Shyly grinning at Chorak, Asha replied, "Oh you know how it goes. Just sitting here enjoying my drink waiting for someone to come along and chat me up." She then slowly placed her ample lips on her drink's straw and slowly drank, all the while never taking her eyes off Chorak.
Confident in his chances, Chorak moved closer to Asha and whispered, "Why don't we get out of this dump and go back to my hotel suite. We can order room service?"
Asha fought back the bile again but pretended to be considering her options. She also made it appear she had had way more to drink than she actually had. Looking up at Chorak with a sly grin she answered, "Sure. Why not?"
She then rose to her feet and pretended to stumble and of course Chorak was all too happy to steady her. Asha did her best not to cringe at his hands on her body as he helped her stand.
"My hotel is right this way." Chorak whispered as he guided Asha out of the tavern.
They walked down a few lonely streets until coming to small building obviously an inn of some sort. Pretending to be ill Asha quickly walked over to the side of the building out of sight of most of the few meandering souls wandering the streets so late. She leaned against the inn's wall feigning sickness from drinking to much.
Pretending to be concerned, Chorak followed her and asked, "Is there anything I can do? Perhaps we should go inside where it is more comfortable?"
Looking up a Chorak, grinning wildly, Asha answered through clenched teeth, "Sure you can help me. You can start by giving me back my fucking girlfriend you sick son of a b*t*h."
A quick look of confusion was the last expression Chorak had before Asha quickly rose from leaning over, now with a crooked dagger in each hand. With one knife she slit his throat from ear-to-ear and with the other she disembowelled the Romulan.
Drenched in green Romulan blood Asha watched as Chorak fell to the ground and quickly bled to death. She had rehearsed this moment hundreds of times in her head. She wanted to soak it all in. As the life left Chorak's stunned eyes, Asha whispered, "This was for you sweetie."
She then stood up and pressed a concealed communicator in her shirt. Dropping the daggers, she took a deep breath and spoke, "One to beam up." As she materialised into billions of atoms she fought back tears she had held in for far too long.