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United or Untied: A serialized Stev story Part 5

Two hours later, the loading had been completed.  Stev and his old professor sat in the cockpit of the Ghost Rider and prepared for departure.

“Deep Space 3, this is Plaplak Jag’r, we are ready for departure clearance,” Stev spoke into the comm.

Plaplak Jag’r, you are cleared for departure.”

Stev shut down the comm channel and piloted the tiny ship from its berth.  When he had cleared the station he set a course for Romulan space.  Once that was accomplished, he turned his attention towards the security systems panel.

“Computer, commence security scan.”

Working,” Phread replied on screen as the computer voiced the same acknowledgement.

Stev waited until Phread had given him the all clear indicator before he turned to Professor Jenkins as he had known her so many years before.

Atropos, the computer has given me the all clear.  There are no detected bugs or indicators that we are being monitored, tracked, or followed,” Stev spoke in Rihannsu as he reactivated the audio masking protocol just to be safe.

Picking up on his verbal cues, Professor Jenkins replied also in Rihannsu, “That is good Teven, we don’t want some Federation border patrol to board us and seize this shipment.”

“I believe it is safe to talk, Professor,” Stev replied in standard.

“If it is safe to talk, why did we begin our conversation in Rihannsu?” she asked.

“I have an audio masking program installed on the comm system.  If anyone does attempt to hijack my comm system, the computer puts up a brief struggle before mimicking a security breach.  It then broadcasts a completely innocuous conversation in the language that was being spoken at the time of its activation,” he replied.

“So if anyone starts tapping into your comm system now they will hear a completely different conversation between the two of us in Rihannsu?”

“Correct”

“Those October scientists sure do come up with some elaborate security measures.”

“Actually, this protocol is my own design,” the Vulcan replied matter-of-factly.

“You always did have a gift for languages and computer programming,” she answered with a teacher’s pride in her voice.

“Thank you Professor,” he answered.

Teven,” she began with an emphasis on his alias, “if you persist in calling me that, you will certainly blow our cover on Romulus.  “Please call me Phyllis.  It is my given name and the name that Romulan border patrol knows me by.”

“Very well, Phyllis,” Stev answered with a smile.

Twelve hours later, the two October agents had caught up on the non-classified portions of their lives.  They had gone over the particulars of the mission and were conversing in Romulan as their ship sped toward Romulan space.  Sticking to the unclassified portions of the past twenty-eight years, they talked as friends being reacquainted.

“So in all this time you’ve never sought companionship?” Phyllis asked.

“It has not been necessary,” Stev answered with a trace of melancholy in his voice.

“You mean physically, don’t you?”

Knowing that his old professor was referring to Ponn Far, Stev looked directly in her eyes, “Yes, it will not be necessary for some months.”

“But do you have anyone to talk to Stev?” she prodded.

Not wanting to compromise Phread or reveal the existence of his protégé, he simply answered, “I have people to talk to when the need arises.”

Phyllis smiled, “Well then, now that you know where I am you can add me to that list and stop by DS3 the next time you’re in the neighborhood.”

“Thank you professor, I shall.”

Before Phyllis could respond the comm system crackled to life, “Unidentified vessel, you have entered Romulan Space from the Neutral Zone,” a cold voice declared in Rihannsu.  “You have 30 seconds to identify yourself or be reduced to a smoldering hulk.”

Certainly,” Stev replied back in the same language, “this is Captain Teven of the Plaplak Jag’r.  We are twelve hours out of Deep Space 3 with a shipment bound for Romulus.  To whom am I speaking?”

This is the R.S.E. Warbird, Stellar Sword.  Plaplak Jag’r, you are not listed as an authorized Neutral Zone merchant ship.”

I realize that, Stellar Sword.  I have been commissioned by an authorized zone merchant to haul this shipment for her.”

The voice at the other end of the comm frequency turned icy, “And we are just supposed to believe you?  Unidentified ships and Federation spies often disappear without a trace.”

No, Stellar Sword, I do not expect you to take his word for it.  I expect you to take mine,” Phyllis entered the conversation with a tone of malice in her voice.

And you are?”

Phyllis Jenkins, merchant number 89-919699, jol’khe to Ambassador Knileb.”

The prolonged silence indicated that her name dropping had the desired effect.

Minutes later the comm crackled back to life, but without the arrogance, “Plaplak Jag’r, you are cleared for a merchant run to Romulus.  The Ambassador requests your presence along with your passenger for dinner at his residence.”

Thank you Stellar Sword.  Tell the Ambassador that I will be there,” Phyllis said as she closed the channel.   Turning to Stev she continued in standard, “And that is how we get through Romulan security.”

Stev laughed as he piloted the disguised Ghost Rider on a course for the Empire’s seat of power.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

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December 12, 2010 - Posted by | Agent of October, Star Trek, Stev | , , , ,

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