I stalked over to the comm station just as Satra connected me to the Charva.

"What was that, Charva? You said that there would be three prisoner transport ships with a few escorts and guards, all Tal Shiar. Come to find out, they weren't even prisoner transport ships, they were cargo ships carrying weapons and soldiers, and all of it was Cardassian! We ended up having to destroy almost thirty True Way ships! Care to explain?"

Over the comm line, I saw Charva sit back in her seat. "The intel was faulty? I had no idea! I was told that there would be three prisoner transport ships, all carrying enemies of the Tal Shiar! I swear! If somebody altered the data, it wasn't me. I wouldn't do that, especially to Tovan. I know how important Rinna is to him." There was an almost frantic tone to her voice, as if she was trying desperately to prove her honesty. I know from experience, you can't fake that kind of desperation. I felt left hand come up and latch onto the hair on that side of my head.

"Dammit, Charva." Tovan's quiet admission rang through the otherwise silent ready room. "I believe you. But," he stopped, and his voice cracked, "This is the last time. Next time you give me information about my sister, it had better be good information. Otherwise, I'm coming for you. I can't take another false lead. Either get good intel or get none at all. Anything is better than this."

When he finished, he slumped back in his chair. "I'm sorry, Tovan. I had no idea that the information was faulty. I'm doing my best to find her, I promise. You'll have her back. I swear it." Charva stopped, and looked to me. "Kamaka, I look forward to speaking with you soon." Here, she leaned forward in her seat. "And by the way. I found some interesting information about a Vulcan named Vularor. I have a feeling you'll be interested in it."


It was like I had been doused in cold water. How did she know about Vularor? She was literally centuries dead! Nobody even remembered her aside from the handful of Starfleet admirals that had been command track cadets studying her in the early 23rd century, almost 100 years ago. How Charva, a Tal Shiar officer, had been able to find out about her, I would never know. Suddenly, I came back to myself. My upper back sat uncomfortably against cool metal, my ankles pressed in to the leather of my boots. I realized that Tovan help my face up with his hands, thumbs under my eyes. My chest heaved as my nose and mouth flushed a pale green, while the color in the rest of my face suddenly dropped. My eyes widened, staring at Tovan with something akin to horror, before the world faded out. Distantly, I heard a thump, and somebody yelling for a medic. By the time I had comprehended it, it was too late and I couldn't even lift my head.