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Possession
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"This was a mistake."
"He's gentler than I thought."
"Don't forget our mission, Shinzon. We should act. Now. Time is running out."
The two stood in the vacant Romulan Senate chamber, their booming voices echoing off the shadows of the burnished emerald walls and vaulted cathedral ceiling.
Shinzon snapped his head around to face his Viceroy and slammed a fist on the table. "My time. I'll spend it how I chose." He squared off to face the large, angry man and they gazed at each other tensely for a moment.
His eyes never leaving Shinzon's, the Viceroy relaxed his shoulders and stepped back. "Of course."
The Praetor smiled benevolently and placed a hand on the Viceroy's shoulder. "My friend. We will return to the Scimitar. Prepare yourself for the bonding."
Shinzon's trusted confidant inclined his head and turned to leave the chamber silently. The Praetor paced the reflective surface of the marble floor, running a hand lazily across an errant chair. He grinned boyishly in anticipation. Soon he would bond with Beverly. Soon he would control her, the Enterprise, and Jean-Luc Picard.
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