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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 4

“It has been a long time since Fourth-Year Alien Languages, Atropos, or should I say Professor Jenkins.”

 “Jij y’trewq O’k?” she asked in Andorian.

 “Reowr mahwahr Stev,” he replied in Caitian.

 “Noto ta, Stev?” she asked in Vulcan.

 “Yes it is really me, the man who according to you did more for the universal translator than the legendary Hoshi Sato,” he replied also in Vulcan. “May I ask why are you now going by the name Atropos?”

 “Stev?  It’s hard to believe,” Professor Jenkins said after a moment’s silence.  She settled back into the seat and continued,  “Atropos is a fiction created by October as a security layer.  If the Romulans get intelligence about Atropos they won’t be so quick to connect ‘him’ with Phyllis Jenkins.  Now how long has it been and what happened to your forehead?” she continued the conversation in Vulcan.

 “It has been twenty-eight standard years since I was in your class and the forehead is a long story.”

 “And it is probably the work of those butchers Frankenstein has at his beck and call.  I see he has managed to get his hooks in another fine officer,” she said with both pride and disgust in her voice at the same time.

 Deciding to let the subtle jab at his superior officer slide, Stev instead tried to focus on why his old professor was now an agent for October.

 “And what brought you out of the classroom and out here to the fringes of Federation territory?”

 “I met a Romulan ambassador at a diplomatic function some years ago,” her eyes took on a far away look as she continued.  “I suppose he was interested in me because I could speak his native Rom’lesta as well as the official dialect of Rihannsu.”

 Raising an eyebrow in a most un-Romulanlike manner Stev maintained his silence and let her continue.

 “After the dinner I was contacted by someone who I thought was with Starfleet Intelligence.  I was ordered to get closer to the diplomat and report anything that I learned,” she smiled.  “After some years we became more than friends, I became his human jol’khe, resigned my commission and came out here.”  There was an almost imperceptible sigh as a trace of melancholy wound its way around her words,  “Since it is impossible for me to stay with him, he called in some favors and got me a merchant’s license.”

 “So getting into and out of Romulan space should not be difficult?” Stev asked.

 “No, October decided to make sparing use of my license.  Frankenstein would rather keep me legit and use me for the big missions rather than compromise my position.  I guess your mission qualifies as big?”

 Stev filled her in on the details he was allowed to disclose to her.

 “Yes that does qualify for big,” she replied.  After a brief pause, her eyes now twinkling, she continued in standard, “Well Teven, I believe your ship will suit my purpose.  I will be accompanying the first shipment and introduce you to my contact.”

 “Very well, Atropos.  As soon as your cargo is loaded then we can leave,” Stev replied matching the twinkle with a slight eyebrow raise.

 “Just so you don’t use the Atropos name once we’re in Romulan space,” Phyllis then laughed out loud at Stev’s dead-panned bemused expression.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

December 11, 2010 Posted by | Star Trek, Vulcan Stev | , , | Leave a comment