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United or Untied part 6

The story thus far: Stev, a Vulcan agent of the clandestine Federation organization known as October, has been given a mission to go to Romulus to determine whether a new informant is genuine or an effort by the Tal Shiar to sniff out the whereabouts of “The Hobgoblin”.  His contact to get him through Romulan security is one his former professors.  Stev and Phyllis are now en route to Romulus
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

The pair of Federation agents had no further trouble on their trip to the Romulan capital.  The conversation continued during the remainder of their journey.

“So you still hold to your interpretations of the teachings of Surak?” Phyllis finally asked.

Stev smiled, “Yes, though I have been unsuccessful in convincing other Vulcans of the validity of my beliefs.”

“Then your vrekasht, is still in effect?”

“Yes, and since I am officially dead I doubt that it will ever be lifted.”

Phyllis looked her former student in the eye, “Stev, you of all people should know the future is not set.”  Her eyes twinkling again, “Nothing lasts forever.”

Stev’s features remained stoic.  He calmed his exterior while below the surface his emotions rolled, “I know all too well that nothing lasts forever, Phyllis.”

The older woman studied his face for a moment, “Vulcans are always difficult to read, you even more so.  Regardless of your beliefs, you are still Vulcan.”

Stev smiled briefly, “I know you are not prone to stating the obvious, professor.  So your point is?”

“You left someone behind didn’t you?”

“It would be illogical to deny the truth.  Yes, my wife believes I am dead. She is currently working for Starfleet.”

“Why would she think you are dead?”

“October staged a shuttle accident about four years ago and faked my death.”

“You chose this solitary existence over your wife,” Phyllis asked incredulously.

Stev exhaled slowly, “One of my last missions aboard the Intrepid originated within October.  It was a suicide mission to be blunt.  The fact that I survived and accomplished the mission caught the attention of Frankenstein.  T’Aiya and I discussed it and we determined that my taking this assignment was the most logical course of action.”

The console in front Stev indicated an incoming transmission.

“If you say so,” Phyllis said just before Stev activated the subspace radio.

Inbound craft, identify yourself,” the transmission ordered in Romulan.

This is the Plaplak Jag’r carrying Phyllis Jenkins, merchant number 89-919699 and her shipment bound for the Krocton sector,” Stev replied flawlessly without any accent.

Seconds passed by slowly before the Romulan replied, “Plaplak Jag’r you are cleared for planetfall at the port of Si’rcH, berth 902.”  An entry vector appeared on one of the bridge monitors.

Acknowledged,” Stev replied.  The Vulcan skillfully brought his small craft through the atmosphere.  His course never deviated from the prescribed route.  He grinned.  He could feel the atmospheric turbulence buffet the small craft.  He relished the feel.  It was times like this that he was thankful for his interpretation of the teachings of Surak.  Any other Vulcan would coldly calculate the variables.  Stev was one with his ship, the monitors his eyes and the atmospheric flaps his extremities.  He reveled in the feel and he took pride in the fact that he was damn good pilot.

Seeing the spaceport ahead Stev skillfully brought the ship into its assigned berth.  He killed the inertial dampners just before the ship came to a complete stop.  There was just the briefest sensation of forward movement before everything was still.

December 25, 2010 Posted by | Agent of October, Star Trek, Stev, Vulcan Stev | , , , , , | Leave a comment

United or Untied: A serialized Stev story. Part 2

Part 2 – Part 1 can be viewed here.

Deep Space 3, a Federation outpost, hung in space like a neglected Christmas tree ornament.  Starfleet had just enough presence in the sector to protect the space station from attacks by the Klingons, Romulans, and the occasional Breen incursion.  At least that was the official position of Starfleet, the sector held no strategic importance and there were no known resources within the sector.  The Federation maintained control by default.

The reality of the situation was that the space station was used by most of the quadrant’s adversarial governments as a place to conduct clandestine deals.  As such the station had only ever been attacked once, by the Breen.  Coming to the defense of the station was a Klingon Bird of Prey, a Romulan Warbird, a Miranda class starship and 20 free traders with ties to the Orion syndicate.  The Breen didn’t bother the sector anymore and the respective governments denied the incident.

Stev had already programmed the holographic projectors dotting the Ghost Rider’s exterior.  Any external visual scan would be presented with the pockmarked surface of a well-used independent Romulan trading vessel.  The computer was also broadcasting a forged identification algorithm that would fool most scanners into reporting the exact same thing.  Just because everyone turned a blind eye towards the goings on at Deep Space 3 didn’t mean he needed to advertise his presence by flying the Ghost Rider into the docking bay.

Stev watched the scanners.  Soon he had the station pinpointed on his monitor.  Minutes later a light began blinking on his console indicating his vessel was being scanned.  Stev kept to his cover and played the part of a smuggler by waiting until he was hailed.  Sure enough five standard minutes after the scan indicator went off; the Ghost Rider’s comm system indicated an incoming transmission.  Stev put it on main speakers.

“Unidentified vessel, this is Deep Space 3.  Please state the nature of your visit,” a clearly human voice requested.

“Deep Space 3, this Captain Teven of the Plaplak Jag’r, requesting permission to dock,” Stev replied affecting a Romulan accent.

Plaplak Jag’r, what is the nature of your mission?”

Stev silenced the comm.  Glancing over at his pet, he asked the enhanced tribble, “Phread what is the name of our contact on DS3?”

According to the mission data we need to ask for Atropos,” the little ball of fur helpfully replied using his computer link.

Thanking his friend by scratching it along its back in an affectionate manner, Stev toggled the comm system, “I have business with Atropos.”

There was brief silence on the other end of the comm system.  Stev mentally counted off the seconds it would take the deck officer to query the computer and verify the information.  When the Vulcan had reached zero he pointed at the audio panel.

As if on cue, the audio panel snapped to life, “Plaplak Jag’r, proceed to docking bay fourteen, berth five.”

“Bay fourteen, berth five.  Roger.”

“Deep Space Three out.”

Stev followed the indicated flight path.  Soon the Ghost Rider was nestled in the assigned berth.  The Vulcan nonchalantly activated the shuttle’s security systems.  He looked squarely at the tribble, “External scanners indicate someone is waiting at the dock for us.”

Phread refrained from sending his response across the monitor and instead chirruped his reply.

Stev stood, “I may not understand tribble, little buddy,” he said looking down at his companion, “but  after all the years we’ve been together, I do know sarcasm when I hear it.”  Ignoring the tribble’s approximation of a human raspberry, he laughed and walked from the control center of his ship towards the entry hatch.

 Stev listened to his ship as the passive security measures cycled into active mode.  To the uninitiated ear the sounds would be mistaken for the normal noises associated with a ship preparing for opening its sealed atmosphere to the environment.  He stepped out of his ship as soon as the hatch opened and looked carefully at his supposed contact.  He was momentarily startled by a familiar face.  His Kolinarh training kept him from betraying his surprise.  This was not the first time the Vulcan was thankful that he did not allow himself to be ruled by the emotions he chose to experience. If this person was his contact, the passersby did not need to know he knew her.  If she was not his contact she didn’t need to know why he was here claiming to be someone other than the person she might remember.  One could never be too careful and he did not need to have his cover broken.

 “The price of Romulan Ale has gone up recently,” he delivered the first half of the code phrase in a casual tone as stepped out of the ship and onto the deckplate of the starbase.

 “Yes, but Klingon Blood Wine is always reasonably priced,” she replied completing the code looking deep into his eyes as if searching for something she thought to be there.

 “Atropos?” he stated more than asked.

December 4, 2010 Posted by | Star Trek, Vulcan Stev | , , , , | Leave a comment

United or Untied: A serialized Stev story Part 1

I’ve been working on this short story for some time.  I decided the only way I’m ever going to finish it is to put it up on the blog.

USS Ghost Rider, Stardate: 2316.07.09
4 years before Stev was rescued by the USS Thunderchild

 Decrypt protocol Scarecrow Gamma:
Retinal scan confirmed:
Password: ********

Scarecrow, your mission is to contact a possible source of information within the underground unification movement on Romulus.  The Hobgoblin is requesting our assistance in this matter in case it is a smoke screen from the Tal Shi’ar.

 Neither the Hobgoblin nor his contacts on Romulus are convinced this new recruit can be sufficiently trusted.  The Hobgoblin does not want to prematurely reveal his presence on Romulus.  Neither do his contacts want to reveal their presence within the unification movement.

 Again, contact this new recruit; confirm through any means necessary his or her veracity.  If authentic, contact the Hobgoblin and pass along the recruit.  If it is a Tal Shi’ar trap, you are authorized to liquidate with extreme prejudice.  Mission data has been downloaded to your crow.  As usual, these orders will decompile after playback.

 End of File

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 Stev sat in the pilot’s chair of the Ghost Rider.  His fingertips were pressed together with the index fingers resting on his lower lip.  He looked over at his pet tribble, codenamed crow, and blew a breath out between his teeth.

 “Phread, do we have any Romulan ships in the camouflage database?” he asked the little ball of fur.

 “Yes an independent trader vessel, as well a military scout,” the tribble’s reply scrolled by on Stev’s monitor.

 “Well I don’t think we need to ask for trouble by impersonating the Romulan military do we?”

 “Agreed.  So we’ll need a Romulan trader cover that’ll pass muster with the Tal Shi’ar?

 “Maybe, check the mission data packet; we might be able to bluff our way in with the Teven ID.”

 The legless mammal meandered across the console as it broadcast it’s reply, “As usual you and Frankenstein are thinking along the same lines.  There’s a shipment of Terran Bourbon waiting for us at Deep Space 3.  The regular courier is an October agent; she’ll be coming along to get us through the Romulan border patrols.

 Stev let his little friend wander up his arm to the crook of his elbow and began scratching one spot on its back, “Great, set course for Deep Space 3.”

 “Will do.

Stev exhaled deeply, stood and walked back to the living quarters compartment of his tiny craft.  It was not a long walk from the command center past the data hub and then through the transporter bay/engine room.  Stev hated this next part but if he was going to get through Romulan security his genome was going to have to register as Romulan and not Vulcan.

 One of the augmentation surgeries that the October doctors had performed on him was a “cloaking field” for his genome.  Working from the theory that the Vulcan genome and the Romulan genome were similar, the doctors had devised a way for any Vulcan, but Stev in particular to mask his genome for a period of no more than seven standard days, the time it took the body to completely “cleanse” the system.  Injecting himself with the “Jekyll compound” (Stev didn’t like the name but it was what it was called), caused his genome base pairs to transpose from Romulan to Vulcan.   The pain was incredible, especially when the Romulan brow ridge began to form.

 The Vulcan put the tribble down on the counter.   Picking up a hypospray containing the “Jekyll compound” he placed it against his neck.  Mentally calling on his kolinarh training, Stev pressed the activator button.  He could feel the formula burn its way into his system.  Every cell in his body seemed to implode and then just as suddenly explode.  His arms shook as he grabbed the sides of the water basin but he made no sound.  He paced his breathing as the cartilage began collecting at his forehead.

 Finally, the procedure was done.  Stev looked up from the water unit and into the mirror.  His Romulan counterpart looked back at him.  He scowled back at the reflection and grunted in a Romulan manner.

 Satisfied with the results, he looked down at the tribble, “Phread?”

 “Yes, Stev?” its reply scrolled across the monitor on the wall.

 “Are we still on course for Deep Space 3?”

 “Even if I had turned off the auto-pilot, I’m not that bad of a pilot that your screams of pain would throw us off course,” it teased.

 “Okay little buddy.  I’m going to lie down.  Wake me when Deep Space 3 is in scanner range.”

 “Wouldn’t it be easier if October made it a less painful procedure?

 “Yes.  I really hate this stuff but if it keeps me alive, it’s worth it.”

December 1, 2010 Posted by | Fluff/Inspiration, RPG, Star Trek, Vulcan Stev | , , , , , | Leave a comment

I write like…

One of the things that took a big hit with the death of my wife was my writing. Now that I’ve finished up the estate, got the taxes done, and have the kids back in school, I’m dusting off some of the work that has been relegated to the back burner.

One of the things that I did was submit some of my ‘completed‘ short stories to the “I write like” website.  Imagine my surprise when my writing style came back as similar to one of my faves.

I write like
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What really entertains me is the notion that my stories about a Vulcan who tries to experience his emotions is written in a similar style that is as much comedy as it is science fiction.  I feel somewhat honored.

Anyway, I’m getting back into the saddle.  I’ve got a really nice story in the works.  However I thought it’d be nice to provide a little bit of a Stev primer.  As well as a chronological listing of the stories I’ve finished.

Stev is a Vulcan who served in Starfleet aboard the USS Intrepid before becoming an agent of October (a loosely veiled reference to Section 31).  He has a pet tribble named Phread (rhymes with bread)

Stev has logically deduced that the complete suppression of emotions is contrary to the teachings of Surak.  He believes that Surak taught that emotions should be mastered.  Looking at the success of Spock (a Vulcan with insight into the human emotional spectrum) as Kirk’s second-in-command, Stev decided that he should experience his emotions.

Stev was then exiled by the Vulcan High Command for this “radical” belief.

Stev served onboard the USS Intrepid for a number of years before a mission that brought him to the attention of October (Section 31).  While on board the USS Intrepid he met and fell in love with T’Aiya Llire, a Vulcan/Romulan/Antosian.  The two were bonded and served aboard the Intrepid until Stev left to become an Agent of Section 31.

T’Aiya underwent mental conditioning to believe that Stev had died.  She suffered some severe emotional problems due to the unexpected depth of their bond.

Stev and his tribble underwent some genetic modifications.  Phread was given some technological improvements and during the procedure it was discovered that tribbles are sentient creatures.  Phread is now able to communicate using a computer interface.

After 10 years, one of Stev’s missions ended badly.  His superior officer broke protocol and ordered the USS Thunderchild into the area to rescue his officer. Unknown to the Section Chief of Station, T’Aiya was now serving aboard the Thunderchild.

Unwilling to put his wife through the pain and suffering of leaving her again, Stev worked out a compromise with his superiors.  Stev now serves both the Thunderchild as one of her intelligence officers and uses the ship as a base for his continued activities as an agent of Section 31.

Completed Steve stories: (in chronological order)

Return to Glory: Stev meets for the first time the officer who will later recruit him as a Section 31 agent

Shore Leave: Stev proposes to T’Aiya

The Stitch: Stev undertakes a mission into the past to clean up someone else’s mess.  This story introduces Stev’s protege

Found!: Stev is rescued by the USS Thunderchild

Blindsided: Just as Stev begins to settle into his new life, the Breen attack

Down Time: While the Thunderchild is docked at Starbase Earhart, Stev remembers his ‘shuttle accident’

August 31, 2010 Posted by | Fluff/Inspiration, RPG, Star Trek, Vulcan Stev | , , , , , , | 2 Comments