Diclaimer: It's all Paramount's, cept for Verla, T'Valk, and Rachel. Maybe
a few Maquis.
A/N: Yup. Longer Chapters. DEFINITELY need longer chapters.
Chapter 5 – The Plot Thickens
Riker cringed at the almost magical sound of the transporter. Rachel Bower, who was standing right behind him, nudged him in the back, and he stood up a little straighter. He knew Rachel was there if something went wrong. He cleared his throat, and said, "Welcome aboard the Enterprise, Commander Sela." She nodded, and stepped down from the platform. No guard, he thought, then continued out loud. "I will escort you to the Observation Lounge."
She nodded again. Riker found her silence maddening. What was she doing?! Not that he cared, anyway . . .
In reality, Sela was running the specifics of her plan, the arguments supporting it, and answers to any questions Picard might ask her, through her mind. What was Riker thinking, she wondered suddenly - and why the extra security guard? Picard had taken no such precautions the last time Sela was aboard.
They swiftly arrived at the Observation Lounge. Neither Riker nor the guard followed her in. Picard gestured for her to sit.
"Welcome aboard, Commander."
"Thank you, Captain."
Picard set down the PADD he had been reading. "Let's get down to business. What do you know about ARK-7? Does it have some sort of cloaking device?"
"Captain Picard, ARK-7 is a science station! Do you actually think that we go sneaking around on science-related missions? It was attacked by someone, we don't know who, and we lost contact. It's drive systems, which kept the station in place, had malfunctioned earlier, and they had no weapons to defend themselves. I think we should send 'exchange' teams to lend their assistance to the Enterprise and the Khazara. Their special abilities, and knowledge of Romulan or Federation protocols, would be invaluable. It would also be a step toward peace," Sela blurted out. She hadn't meant to say all that at once! Whenever she was near Picard, though, the person who had sent Tasha back in time - and caused all of her pain - made Sela feel jittery. She just wanted to get away from him!
"Here's my plan . . . "
The method had been decided. Sela's plan would be used - to Picard's obvious
disappointment. He had once again been outwitted by the daughter of his old security chief! There was no doubt in his mind about that anymore. Someway, somehow, Tasha Yar was definitely the mother of Sela.
Picard tapped his combadge. "We're done in here, Number One."
At his signal, Riker and the security officer (Why was there a security officer? He hadn't
ordered that!) came through the door to escort Sela back to the transporter room.
Sela stood up and left, wondering, still, how her mother could've envied such a man. He unnerved her. Sela shook her head, and focused on picking her exchange team as they stood in the turbolift.
The transporter chief wasn't at her station. Sela looked around, then stepped in the direction of the console, intending to call the bridge. The chief came into view from behind the console. She was lying on her face, a knife in her back.
Sela let out a yelp and reached over to feel for a pulse. She didn't find one - which wasn't surprising, considering the amount of medical training she'd had. She stood back up as a Vulcan walked into the room.
She began to ask him for help. Someone grabbed her shoulder, and a phaser was jabbed into her temple. She gasped, and the guard stepped forward to address the Vulcan. "You're too messy, Salak. She almost raised the alarm."
The Vulcan, Salak, raised an eyebrow. "Are you ready?"
"Yes," the man holding Sela captive, Riker she realized, said. He backed up onto the platform, and the guard did also. Sela squirmed a little bit, hoping to make Riker let her go, but he only squeezed her shoulder more painfully. After typing a code in the console, the Vulcan walked up with a hypospray.
"Sir, you should use this. She will be unconscious for 8.54 hours. That will give us
sufficient time-'
"Yes, yes, I know."
The hypo hissed against Sela's arm, and she slumped to the side. Moments later, the
transporter took hold.
Sela was in the hands of the enemy.
A/N: Yup. Longer Chapters. DEFINITELY need longer chapters.
Chapter 5 – The Plot Thickens
Riker cringed at the almost magical sound of the transporter. Rachel Bower, who was standing right behind him, nudged him in the back, and he stood up a little straighter. He knew Rachel was there if something went wrong. He cleared his throat, and said, "Welcome aboard the Enterprise, Commander Sela." She nodded, and stepped down from the platform. No guard, he thought, then continued out loud. "I will escort you to the Observation Lounge."
She nodded again. Riker found her silence maddening. What was she doing?! Not that he cared, anyway . . .
In reality, Sela was running the specifics of her plan, the arguments supporting it, and answers to any questions Picard might ask her, through her mind. What was Riker thinking, she wondered suddenly - and why the extra security guard? Picard had taken no such precautions the last time Sela was aboard.
They swiftly arrived at the Observation Lounge. Neither Riker nor the guard followed her in. Picard gestured for her to sit.
"Welcome aboard, Commander."
"Thank you, Captain."
Picard set down the PADD he had been reading. "Let's get down to business. What do you know about ARK-7? Does it have some sort of cloaking device?"
"Captain Picard, ARK-7 is a science station! Do you actually think that we go sneaking around on science-related missions? It was attacked by someone, we don't know who, and we lost contact. It's drive systems, which kept the station in place, had malfunctioned earlier, and they had no weapons to defend themselves. I think we should send 'exchange' teams to lend their assistance to the Enterprise and the Khazara. Their special abilities, and knowledge of Romulan or Federation protocols, would be invaluable. It would also be a step toward peace," Sela blurted out. She hadn't meant to say all that at once! Whenever she was near Picard, though, the person who had sent Tasha back in time - and caused all of her pain - made Sela feel jittery. She just wanted to get away from him!
"Here's my plan . . . "
The method had been decided. Sela's plan would be used - to Picard's obvious
disappointment. He had once again been outwitted by the daughter of his old security chief! There was no doubt in his mind about that anymore. Someway, somehow, Tasha Yar was definitely the mother of Sela.
Picard tapped his combadge. "We're done in here, Number One."
At his signal, Riker and the security officer (Why was there a security officer? He hadn't
ordered that!) came through the door to escort Sela back to the transporter room.
Sela stood up and left, wondering, still, how her mother could've envied such a man. He unnerved her. Sela shook her head, and focused on picking her exchange team as they stood in the turbolift.
The transporter chief wasn't at her station. Sela looked around, then stepped in the direction of the console, intending to call the bridge. The chief came into view from behind the console. She was lying on her face, a knife in her back.
Sela let out a yelp and reached over to feel for a pulse. She didn't find one - which wasn't surprising, considering the amount of medical training she'd had. She stood back up as a Vulcan walked into the room.
She began to ask him for help. Someone grabbed her shoulder, and a phaser was jabbed into her temple. She gasped, and the guard stepped forward to address the Vulcan. "You're too messy, Salak. She almost raised the alarm."
The Vulcan, Salak, raised an eyebrow. "Are you ready?"
"Yes," the man holding Sela captive, Riker she realized, said. He backed up onto the platform, and the guard did also. Sela squirmed a little bit, hoping to make Riker let her go, but he only squeezed her shoulder more painfully. After typing a code in the console, the Vulcan walked up with a hypospray.
"Sir, you should use this. She will be unconscious for 8.54 hours. That will give us
sufficient time-'
"Yes, yes, I know."
The hypo hissed against Sela's arm, and she slumped to the side. Moments later, the
transporter took hold.
Sela was in the hands of the enemy.
