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The Beginning of Seska.

Seska left the holodeck with a smile on her face, though with her features it looked more like a smug, self-satisfied smirk as she headed back to her quarters. It had taken the Obsidian Order spy a while, but she had managed to hack into Tuvok's precious security training program while she used Tuvok's voice print to make it easier and simpler for her to get in and make the changes she wanted to add while making sure she didn't leave that many traces.

It had taken her some time because she had been trying to learn more about the program. Tuvok may not have been a master of computer programming the way she and B'Elanna were, but he was good at both covering his tracks and making it virtually impossible for anyone other than himself to make any kind of real change to the program.

That wasn't a problem; she wasn't planning on rewriting the entire program from top to bottom, making it completely different from Tuvok's vision of a simulated Maquis mutiny.

But the narrative parameters file was open to her. The file was just one of many stored along with the main program, and even if someone else found Tuvok's program and played it, they wouldn't see the point in opening the file, but if they did then they would end up in a lot of trouble because she had reprogrammed it. That was why it had taken her such a long time to hack into because she had been trying to understand the intricacies behind the program so she could make the changes she had needed to without setting anything off in the process.

The rest of the program was clear and not dangerous - the program would play out the way it was designed to depending on whether or not the officer at the beginning of the scenario went along with the mutiny or not, and letting it unfold from there, each sequence unfolding as the real-life officer made decisions and the program calibrated and moved ahead according to its programming. And all the time the narrative parameters file would be sitting and waiting there in the program, sitting in the backgrounds like a malignant virus, just waiting to come loose.

It had taken Seska a while to come up with the essential criteria for her revisions to Tuvok's program. The first and the most critical thing about the revised program was the entire thing was basically a booby-trap, with smaller traps layered in on top of one another. She had layered the program with traps everywhere. It hadn't been difficult to input an algorithm which would form smaller algorithms to program the holodeck grid to explode should anyone from the outside try to break in, and on top of that the computer would shut down the transporter systems instantly and lock them down.

The second was there would be an interactive version of herself in the revised program to deliver a message. The other version of her was just essentially herself disguised as a Bajoran. Seska had not spent the past 10-years of her life disguised as a deep-cover operative in the Obsidian Order posing as a Bajoran only to reveal the truth of her past to some computer even though if she programmed it right, it would never reveal the truth to the rest of the Starfleet crew but if this program was activated after everyone found out the truth about herself, Seska would not be bothered. The hologram version of her was designed to know she was Cardassian.

The holographic versions of her Maquis shipmates would not know, but truthfully it wouldn't matter either way since she had programmed them not to react. In that program, her holographic self would be in complete control of the whole experience. The revised program would still interact with anyone if they mentioned she was a Cardassian, the other holograms would not care. She had programmed them like that, and she had made sure the programming was rock-solid

The third part of the program was the fact it was a death trap. Seska was actually quite pleased with what she had done with it. The holographic representation of herself would now instantly who it was running the program, and she had written in the responses she wanted her holographic self to run accordingly. For the rest of the crew, the response would be straight forward - she would taunt them, and then she would kill them.

But the senior officers were not so lucky, Seska had designed the program accordingly for each member of the command crew. For example, Janeway, Seska had made the program a living hell; if the captain entered the scenario and ran the narrative parameters file, she would find herself in her own quarters, the place on the ship where she had her private space, and she would find the holographic Seska lying in her own bed, taunting her and then the captain would find the holographic her tied and bound before the holographic Seska sadistically sliced into her throat. Seska grinned as she thought about how the holographic her would then slowly turn to the real Janeway, and tell her to run, that the safety protocols were off, and she would have to run and hide.

Most of the programming she had written for the rest of the senior crew was more or less the same, and they would receive no help from the holographic mutineers or the Starfleet personnel. For instance, the EMH would appear if anyone walked through sickbay's doors, and would proceed to torture whoever it was before throwing them out - Seeks did not want a version of the EMH to kill anyone. No, she wanted her holographic self to do the deed.

The good thing was her work had been paid off. Now she had a booby-trapped holographic program written into the hacked scenario, so if she was forced off the ship either because her other plan was unravelled, or the Starfleet crew found out about her Cardassian heritage, she would be able to take her revenge on the Voyager crew. Seska had to admit to herself the booby-trapped program would only work if someone manually played it, but she had plenty of time to prepare for the worst if the long-term plan she was working on collapsed and she was forced off of the ship.

She had it all worked out, she had decided to give the Kazon-Nistrim sect a replicator instead of a transporter.

She had decided to start off small.

The Kazon sects already knew about Voyager's transporters and their replicators thanks to that encounter with Jabin during that mess with the array, and thanks to Neelix's stupidity the Kazon wanted that powerful technology. She was going to give it to them, and besides the replicators were an easy technology to pass onto the Nistrim rather than a transporter. She could simply transport the components and the replicator itself in a box that she could carry effortlessly and just pass it on to the Kazon in a face to face meeting. She had thought of simply giving them a transporter module, but she had decided to take it one step at a time once she had come up with a plan to make this work out for both Voyager and the Kazon-Nistrim. Besides, the Voyager crew would know instantly if one of their modules was missing. She could make one, but that would take her time, and besides she could make that for them at a later stage once they were used to the replicator technology, and had developed the means to build new ones for themselves.

There was still the chance Tuvok or someone else would discover what she was doing, and she would be forced off the ship.

In any case, there was the chance the Nistrim would not trust her. Her training had taught her to always start off small in the first place; she would begin by passing on basic information about transporter physics and the underlying technology to make them trust her, and then she would give them a replicator.

Once they had studied the technology and engineering of the device, Seska would help them design and build their own transporter technology and in return, the Nistrim would protect the ship out of thanks for making them stronger. Janeway would never suspect the real reason behind the Kazon suddenly leaving them alone. She might think it was something stupid. In an ideal world, her plans would go off without a hitch and none of the Starfleet crew would realise what she was doing, but she knew she would need to prepare for the worse.

She had plenty of time, she decided. In the meantime, Seska headed for main engineering. Her shift was going to be starting soon, and she wanted to keep her head down as she continued to isolate herself from the crew, and besides she needed to work out the best way she could contact the Kazon and let them know she was on their side when in truth she didn't really care one way or another about the piffling politics.

Besides, in engineering, she could work on a few more revisions. It had taken her the best part of two weeks to make the adjustments to the program, and assuming her plan with the Kazon went ahead as she hoped, she could do so much with it to make it more dangerous for anyone foolish enough to open the narrative parameters file.

Seska kept her expression pleasant as the Kazon man glared back at her through the screen connection in her quarters. It had taken a few days longer than she would have liked, but she had managed to rig up a way of contacting the Nistrim which would hopefully be undetected by Tuvok so long as she did not contact them too often.

It had also taken her a while, and a lot of work to make sure she could get through to their First Maje; Seska had the impression that Kazon males had a disdain for females, but she had managed to persuade them to let her have a face to face discussion with their Maje, a Kazon named Culluh.

"Why are you contacting us now, Federation?" the Kazon snapped over the subspace communication. "And behind your captain's back, no less?!"

It took all of Seska's control not to lose her temper right there and there, but it killed her to be called a Federation. After taking a few deep breaths to maintain her composure, Seska opened her mouth to reply in a scathing manner once she had decided to make it clear what she was in reality, and who she was, "That woman is not my captain."

Culluh stiffened in surprise by her response, though why that should be Seska had no idea since she was going behind Janeway's back. "What do you mean?" he asked curiously, stunned by her angered response.

"In our part of the galaxy, my people - the Cardassians - are fighting for colonies the Federation have. Planets that are ours by right! The Federation signed a peace treaty with my people to fool them into thinking we were complying with them, but a terrorist group rose up to fight us. Many of my people, including myself, were sent to gather information which will lead to the end of that group," Seska explained, "I was sent deep into cover, my genetic structure altered to appear Bajoran, my true appearance buried. I was swept into this quadrant against my will, examined by some filthy alien, and I was stranded here by that stupid human bitch. She is not my captain."

Culluh had been astonished by her hissed rant, but his astonishment had died down by the end of it. "What do you want?" he asked curiously in a more mild tone.

Satisfied the Kazon was now prepared to listen, Seska leaned forward and grinned at him. "Janeway is a fool. She thinks that by evoking Federation rules and nobility, we will get back to our part of the galaxy intact. She doesn't realise only the strong survive and have the right to survive in the universe. Nothing is free. We both know that, don't we?"

Culluh was smiling cruelly in triumph his precious sect had someone on board the fabled Voyager who thought much as they did. "Indeed we do," he murmured thoughtfully, and Seska could pretty much see for herself how the wheels were turning in his mind. It was truly amazing, but for a universe where there were just so many lifeforms inhabiting it, there were in truth few differences between them when it came to looking for opinions or for the truth. Seska waited for the Kazon on the other end to snap out of his thoughts - she could more or less guess what he was thinking anyway; he wanted to use the Voyager technology for the advancement of his own sect and didn't care what else happened.

Finally, Culluh took notice of her once more. "What do you suggest?" he asked in a gracious manner.

Seska smirked back at him, seeing through that manner instantly. "I can help your sect become strong," she replied simply.

"How?"

"By giving you what you want," she said smoothly, "I can help you improve your current technology; your weapons, your sensors and your computers."

Culluh frowned. "What do you get out of it?" he asked.

Seska noticed the frown on his face and realised there was far more to it and to the question that he meant to show off. Culluh had little idea about her past, and what she was capable of, and she had little intention of letting him know about it in case the Kazon took a dim view about espionage. Neelix had not really told the crew much about the Kazon besides the basics of their politics - how they were divided into different sects and fought against one another in order to steal resources and ground, but the Talaxian had not told them much about their culture, so she knew she would need to be careful for the time being.

Hoping that his manner meant something else, though if it was what she thought it was, then she might need to work out a way to kill him off at some point, Seska lowered her voice. "Me? Nothing at all. While I would like the Starfleeters to live a few days, in reality, I know it will never happen. But if I provide you with some of Voyager's technology, what would you give us in return?"

Cullah was quiet for a moment before he replied breezily though with the hint of arrogance Seska had quickly learnt was part of the Kazon's personality. "Protection," he said simply, "Our space is extremely dangerous. There are numerous sects out there, and the number of sects that appear and disappear changes constantly."

Seska smiled back. "I think we have an arrangement. I shall pass information on to you now, but it can't be in data packages that are too large. The security officer on this ship is thorough."

As she transmitted the information directly to the Kazon-Nistrim ship, Seska took a moment to savour this moment, and in the days between that night and when the Voyager crew discovered the truth about her, she wasn't worried. As a member of the Obsidian Order, Seska knew a few tricks that would be her stepping stone...

The End until the Next Story.