As Deivan, T’Ros and Soonu broke from the forest edge, Lt. Ree was motioning for them to hurry. “90 seconds and a Romulan figher group will be in scanning range!”
They broke into a run, T’Ros calling out as they crossed the meadow. “When we lift off, set course for 143, 23, 15 by 224, 14, 12.”
“Why?” Deivan asked.
They reached the hatch to the Ralston, Lt. Ree pulling T’Ros aboard and pushing her to the back. “Just do it.” She looked at the tiny compartment in the floor. “Classic Tooson, lets hope the lead pilot has not had any Intelligence training.” And with that she climbed down and Lt. Ree covered the deck and placed a seat over it.
Deivan caught two fishing rods tossed out by Lt. Ree just as the Romulan fighter group broke formation above them. One craft continued south, to investigate the shuttle wreckage from the night before no doubt. One craft stayed aloft as the third made a quick landing fifty yards from the Ralston.
In just a minute two Romulan officers were walking toward them, one with a disrupter drawn.
“Good morning Gentlemen.” Deivan called out, paying more attention to his work than the Romulans.
The lead officer stopped just short of Deivan and barked. “What are you doing here?”
Deivan smiled. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m here fishing, with my sister.” And he pointed to Lt. Ree now standing in the hatch. What the Romulan couldn’t see was her reaching for a phaser behind her back.
“Fishing?” the Romulan repeated.
“Yea, Care to join us?”
Deivan had watched the second fighter descend into the woods farther on and sure enough the Romlans com unit chirped. Deivan could just hear the report. One shuttle destroyed, one body found, one body bag empty.
The lead Romulan officer pulled out his disrupter and pointed it squarely at Deivans chest.
“You are to come with me, now!”
Deivan put down his fishing rod slowly and his face went to smiling to deadly serious.
“Why do I want to do that?”
“You have something we want.”
“Do I? I suggest you scan the area to be sure.”
The second officer took out a tricorder and started a sweep. As he worked Deivan continued.
“Once you have confirmed that the only people here are myself, my sister and my security officer I suggest you either leave, or grab a pole and join us. Because of you don’t…… there are five Federation fighters running patrol over this area at this moment. I’d say your odds of making it home are pretty slim.”
The Second officer looked up from his tricorder and nodded that Deivan was telling the truth.
The lead pilot looked uncertain.
“Think carefully my friend. Your next move could very easily start a war.” Deivan said.
The Romulan turned away and walked a few meters and spoke quietly into his com unit. He came back. “You are free to go. We apologize for the inconvience.”
Deivan smiled. “No problem. Fish weren’t biting here, thought we might try someplace else, sure you won’t join us?”
The perplexed Romulan shook his head. “No.” and stormed off to his ship.
In seconds the two craft joined up with the running cover and continued on east towards Vorta’Rome.
Deivan tossed the poles back at Lt. Ree and climbed into the shuttle. “Lets get the hell out of here.”
The Ralston lifted from the meadow and turned North, unsure just where Commander T’Ros was taking them.
Commander T'Ros
Romulan Ambassador
Mayor of Vorta'Rome (NPC)
Special Guest Apperance
Commander Ranvir Deivan
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Yang Liewi
Lt. Tanna Ree
Intelligence Officer
USS Yang Liewi
