Everyone filed off the Ralston, Commander T’Ros leading the way.
She stopped half way across the chamber and turned. “Thank you for your help. But I can finish this alone from here.”
The three Federation officers looked at her like she was crazy. Deivan spoke up. “Like Hell.” He pointed at her Shuttle. “So this is it. You're just going to bug out. Take the back door and disappear?”
T’Ros turned and looked at her escape, “No. Not yet.” She turned back. “But what I intend to do, you can’t be a part of.”
Deivan looked at Lt Ree and Lt. Soonu. “Get back on the Ralston. Return to the Yang and wait on my contact.”
Lt. Ree shook her head. “Sir. I can’t urge you strongly enough to reconsider.”
“Do it Lieutenant.” He took a step towards her, lowering his voice. “Go back and monitor the situation. Be our eyes and ears on the rest of the colony.”
Lt. Ree shook her head again, but sighed and turned, “Come on Soonu, we’re going home.”
The pair walked back to the Ralston and climbed aboard. Deivan and T’Ros watched the craft spin its nose towards the tunnel, in a cloud of dust Lt. Ree hit the impulse drive and the shuttle shot down the passage way.
Deivan turned to T’Ros. “Ok, so just what are you going to do?”
She turned and started walking again, they were past her shuttle and heading toward a door in the side wall. “I’m going to take my job back.” She got to the door and entered a code into a locking mechanism. “You realize you are putting your career in jeopardy.”
“In for a penny, in for a pound as they say.” Deivan replied.
The door slid to the side and they walked down a dark passage way to another chamber.
“Lights” T’Ros called out, and Deivan could see they were now in a spacious room serving as private quarters. There was a bed and closests, a galley, and several couches and chairs. Against one wall was a large bank of monitors and a control console underneath. T’Ros walked over to it and started making entries. In moments there were over a dozen images of various locations around Vorta’Rome.
T’Ros pointed to the upper center image, a picture of her office in the administration building. The same office he had beamed into days earlier. The room was empty.
The Romulan Commander turned away and started towards a shower stall. “Let me know if that fraud shows up.”
Deivan watched the monitor, trying to keep his eyes off the Commander as she disrobed. But he couldn’t help appreciating her form. “Why are you fighting so hard to keep this posting?” Deivan called out as the water came non and started to run over her.
He turned from the monitor and could see her thru the transparent door. For the first time in a very long time he felt….
T’Ros turned off the water and stepped out, making no effort at modesty. “What?”
“I said why are you trying to so hard to stay at this posting.?”
She pondered that a minute before answering. “Make no mistake Commander Deivan. I am Romulan. My first and foremost concern is the well being of the Romulan Empire.”
“But”
“But the facts are these, A war is coming between the Federation and the Romulan Empire. The old treaty is about to be tossed aside like so much garbage by certain Senators of the High Council.”
“You seem very certain of that.”
T’Ros started putting on a fresh uniform. “I’ve seen transcripts of communications.” She paused, looking for the right words. “Look. When the war comes, there can be no doubt of the outcome.”
“Yea, yea, the Romulans will make mince meat of the Federation.”
She shook her head. “No, as a matter of fact. The Romulan Empire and the Federation are destined to a stalemate. Neither side will be victorious. Millions will die for nothing. Nothing but old mens dreams of glory. ”
Deivan cocked his head puzzled.
“I just don’t see the point. Do you? If I can help, in some way to keep the causalities down. Then that’s good for the Empire.”
“Even if your superiors don’t agree.”
T’Ros finished dressing and walked up to the controls. “Maybe I feel I answer to a higher authority than the Council.”
Deivan looked at the Romulan for a long time. “This is a very dangerous game you are playing.”
“Indeed. And apparently you also have taken a seat at the table.”
On the Monitor the pair of Commanders could see T’Ros’ double enter the office. Immediately after her came two other officials.
“Now what?” Deivan asked.
“Now we wait for her to be alone.”
Off:
Commander T'Ros
Romulan Ambassador.
Mayor of Vorta'Rome (NPC)
Special Guest Apperance
Commander Ranvir Deivan
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Yang Liwei
