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Underground
Jessie Cooper stood over the cliffs overlooking the Romulan desert. As she
watched its three moons rise above, she thought, not for the first time, why it
was the Romulan Underground and not the Federation that rescued her from the
Romulan government. She wondered, also not for the first time, how it was the
Romulans knew where the meetings were being held in the first place.
Dealing with the Romulan Underground was not an easy thing to accomplish. It
had taken years to gain the trust of T'mar and his followers. Not very many
people knew of the meetings. Not very many people are trusted. In the six
months since T'mar had broken her out of the government-run prison on Romulus,
she wondered about these things a lot. She knew all the Questions, but she
didn't know the answers. one thing she did know was she had to find out.
She was healthy now, not like when they brought her here six months ago.
Romulan torture was not messy but very effective. She was on the brink of
death, but these people, these Romulans who lived deep in the caves that were
even deeper in the desert took care of her. They nursed her wounds, kept her
warm, and fed her. They, in fact, saved her life. They all knew if they were
discovered with her, they would all be killed, but they didn't even question
T'mar when he brought her into their camp. They were not what you were brought
up to believe, that Romulans lie, and they didn't want to kill anyone.
After spending six months with these people, Jessie knew they were the future.
But she also knew there would be no future for these people if she didn't find
out who was behind the leak to the Romulan government.
It was time to go...
"Good morning, Captain."
As Captain Kirk stepped onto the bridge of the Enterprise, these words echoed
from everyone. Kirk didn't know what was so good about it. It was just another
day of boring patrol and star charting. It was so slow lately he wanted to
scream, but that was not his crew's fault, so he just muttered, "Good morning,"
and went on to signing orders for the everday working of the ship.
He wished something would happen, anything. He punched the intercom.
"Scotty, status."
"Everything down here's purring like a kitten, Captain," Scotty replied in his
deep Scottish brogue.
"Lieutenant Uhura, anything over communications?"
"No problems here, Captain."
"We are also going in the same direction as before," Chekov chimed before the
Captain had a chance to ask him too!
"Very funny, Mister Chekov," smirked Captain Kirk. Kirk knew his crew. He
knew Chekov was not being insubordinate, he was just trying to let off some
stress with humor and letting him know they were bored too.
Just then, Uhura said, "Captain, we are receiving a message from Starfleet."
"Put it on visual, Lieutenant Uhura," Captain Kirk said as he returned his
chair to face the viewscreen.
"Admiral Nagura on visual, Captain."
"Jim, how are you?" Admiral Nagura always had a soft spot for James T. Kirk.
He knew his father and was there for his whole career. He liked to think he
guided him to where he was today, Captain. Nagura didn't know it for sure, but
he was right.
"And what do I owe the honor, Admiral?" Jim Kirk smiled when he saw Admiral
Nagura on the screen.
"Oh, I just hadn't talked to you in awhile, so when this mission came up with
your name written all over it, I figured I would kill two birds with one stone."
"What mission?" Kirk asked with more life in his voice than he had had in
months.
"It's not the Romulan government we're worried about, Jim," Nagura said, trying
to say his next sentence the best way he could. "We think the Romulan
Underground has Jessie."
"How?" Jim asked. "I was to understand that the Romulan Underground went into
hiding after Jessie was taken by the Romulan government."
"They did," Nagura said. "But we have reports that she was rescued by their
leader and brought to their camp. That would be pretty risky knowing how much
information Jessie knows and Romulan persuasion methods. Right now they are
just reports, but I'm hoping if they are true, they might just want to get her
home. And since we still don't know where the leak is, I want someone I trust
and that Jessie would trust to be in the vicinity if something just happens to
go wrong. And if nothing comes of the rumors it can't be as boring as what you
are doing now."
When T'mar looked up from his desk and saw Jessie standing there, he could tell
just by the lookin her eyes that she had made a decision. He knew this day
would come sooner or later. Knew one day that she would be leaving. He wanted
her to make that decision in her own time. Wanted her to know he trusted her
enough that she could stay here as long as she wanted to or needed to. He had
needed her too. He needed to reinforce to his people that there were humans
they could trust so that their fight for peace could survive. Jessie was the
only human he ever felt he could trust. Hell, she was probably the only human
he could *ever* trust.
In the first years since they met and started their meetings, she had never lied
to him or broken a promise even if it meant going against her orders to save
their trust. Then, six months ago, when they government showed up and their
meeting, she risked her life and was wounded and captured while saving the live
of T'par, his nine year old son who had stoed away on T'mar's ship because he
thought it would be exciting.
Yes, this human he trusted. That is why he risked breaking her out of prison
and bringing her here to the camp.
"You have come to a decision." It was not a question. He knew. He just needed
confirmation.
"Yes," Jessie said. "I think the time has come."
"Yes, said T'mar. "I have sensed this also. You have become restless."
"I need to find out who did this to me, to us, to all of us. Your people and
mine. I need to find out who betrayed me, who ruined all the years of work we
put in to get as far as we had gotten before it was all ruined."
"It was not all ruined," T'mar broke in. "You are still trusted. You would not
be here if you were not."
"T'mar, it is not your people's trust in me I'm worried about. It is my trust
in my people. I don't know if I can trust the people I used to trust."
"Jessie, there must be someone you know, someone you trust with your heart, your
soul, not just your head."
"Yes," Jessie smiled. "There is someone..."
writing Star Trek. Please C&C, and please be critical. Please send in-depth
critiques to doscher@bellsouth.net.
Thank you.
Underground
Jessie Cooper stood over the cliffs overlooking the Romulan desert. As she
watched its three moons rise above, she thought, not for the first time, why it
was the Romulan Underground and not the Federation that rescued her from the
Romulan government. She wondered, also not for the first time, how it was the
Romulans knew where the meetings were being held in the first place.
Dealing with the Romulan Underground was not an easy thing to accomplish. It
had taken years to gain the trust of T'mar and his followers. Not very many
people knew of the meetings. Not very many people are trusted. In the six
months since T'mar had broken her out of the government-run prison on Romulus,
she wondered about these things a lot. She knew all the Questions, but she
didn't know the answers. one thing she did know was she had to find out.
She was healthy now, not like when they brought her here six months ago.
Romulan torture was not messy but very effective. She was on the brink of
death, but these people, these Romulans who lived deep in the caves that were
even deeper in the desert took care of her. They nursed her wounds, kept her
warm, and fed her. They, in fact, saved her life. They all knew if they were
discovered with her, they would all be killed, but they didn't even question
T'mar when he brought her into their camp. They were not what you were brought
up to believe, that Romulans lie, and they didn't want to kill anyone.
After spending six months with these people, Jessie knew they were the future.
But she also knew there would be no future for these people if she didn't find
out who was behind the leak to the Romulan government.
It was time to go...
"Good morning, Captain."
As Captain Kirk stepped onto the bridge of the Enterprise, these words echoed
from everyone. Kirk didn't know what was so good about it. It was just another
day of boring patrol and star charting. It was so slow lately he wanted to
scream, but that was not his crew's fault, so he just muttered, "Good morning,"
and went on to signing orders for the everday working of the ship.
He wished something would happen, anything. He punched the intercom.
"Scotty, status."
"Everything down here's purring like a kitten, Captain," Scotty replied in his
deep Scottish brogue.
"Lieutenant Uhura, anything over communications?"
"No problems here, Captain."
"We are also going in the same direction as before," Chekov chimed before the
Captain had a chance to ask him too!
"Very funny, Mister Chekov," smirked Captain Kirk. Kirk knew his crew. He
knew Chekov was not being insubordinate, he was just trying to let off some
stress with humor and letting him know they were bored too.
Just then, Uhura said, "Captain, we are receiving a message from Starfleet."
"Put it on visual, Lieutenant Uhura," Captain Kirk said as he returned his
chair to face the viewscreen.
"Admiral Nagura on visual, Captain."
"Jim, how are you?" Admiral Nagura always had a soft spot for James T. Kirk.
He knew his father and was there for his whole career. He liked to think he
guided him to where he was today, Captain. Nagura didn't know it for sure, but
he was right.
"And what do I owe the honor, Admiral?" Jim Kirk smiled when he saw Admiral
Nagura on the screen.
"Oh, I just hadn't talked to you in awhile, so when this mission came up with
your name written all over it, I figured I would kill two birds with one stone."
"What mission?" Kirk asked with more life in his voice than he had had in
months.
"It's not the Romulan government we're worried about, Jim," Nagura said, trying
to say his next sentence the best way he could. "We think the Romulan
Underground has Jessie."
"How?" Jim asked. "I was to understand that the Romulan Underground went into
hiding after Jessie was taken by the Romulan government."
"They did," Nagura said. "But we have reports that she was rescued by their
leader and brought to their camp. That would be pretty risky knowing how much
information Jessie knows and Romulan persuasion methods. Right now they are
just reports, but I'm hoping if they are true, they might just want to get her
home. And since we still don't know where the leak is, I want someone I trust
and that Jessie would trust to be in the vicinity if something just happens to
go wrong. And if nothing comes of the rumors it can't be as boring as what you
are doing now."
When T'mar looked up from his desk and saw Jessie standing there, he could tell
just by the lookin her eyes that she had made a decision. He knew this day
would come sooner or later. Knew one day that she would be leaving. He wanted
her to make that decision in her own time. Wanted her to know he trusted her
enough that she could stay here as long as she wanted to or needed to. He had
needed her too. He needed to reinforce to his people that there were humans
they could trust so that their fight for peace could survive. Jessie was the
only human he ever felt he could trust. Hell, she was probably the only human
he could *ever* trust.
In the first years since they met and started their meetings, she had never lied
to him or broken a promise even if it meant going against her orders to save
their trust. Then, six months ago, when they government showed up and their
meeting, she risked her life and was wounded and captured while saving the live
of T'par, his nine year old son who had stoed away on T'mar's ship because he
thought it would be exciting.
Yes, this human he trusted. That is why he risked breaking her out of prison
and bringing her here to the camp.
"You have come to a decision." It was not a question. He knew. He just needed
confirmation.
"Yes," Jessie said. "I think the time has come."
"Yes, said T'mar. "I have sensed this also. You have become restless."
"I need to find out who did this to me, to us, to all of us. Your people and
mine. I need to find out who betrayed me, who ruined all the years of work we
put in to get as far as we had gotten before it was all ruined."
"It was not all ruined," T'mar broke in. "You are still trusted. You would not
be here if you were not."
"T'mar, it is not your people's trust in me I'm worried about. It is my trust
in my people. I don't know if I can trust the people I used to trust."
"Jessie, there must be someone you know, someone you trust with your heart, your
soul, not just your head."
"Yes," Jessie smiled. "There is someone..."