Commander Deivan and Commander T’Ros watched the monitor of T’Ros office in Vorta’Rome. At the desk the Imposter was speaking to two other officers.
The older of the two was handing over a data padd. “As you can see, the student riots are proceeding just as planned. “
“Very good, and the cells in Boston and Wells City, are they standing by?”
“Yes Sir, Both teams report ready to attack the power and water supplies on your order.”
The Imposter nodded with a smile. “The Senator will be pleased. Any indication from the rest of the staff of our switch?”
The older Romulan shook his head. “None. There has been some conversation about your sudden change in attitude. Some welcome it. Some do not.”
“Then lets keep close tabs on the later, shall we?”
The old man nodded in understanding.
“Ok. Then, you are dismissed. I’ll contact the Senator shortly for permission to proceed.”
The two left the room and the Imposter started to study reports on a computer screen.
Deivan looked at T’Ros, “Looks like its just her and those two.”
“I can take care of those two later. First things first.”
She tapped a command in the console, in the Office in Vorta’Rome a red light started blinking on the ceiling near the far wall.
“What are you doing?” Deivan asked.
“I’m going to bring her here.”
On the monitor they watched as the red light caught the attention of the imposter. She got up and started for the light. As she crossed the room a wall panel slid to the side revealing a small compartment, barely 2 feet square. She carefully approached, looked in the tiny room.
“She is not going in there.” Deivan said.
“Oh yes she is.” T’Ros muttered.
She pressed a couple more commands and another wall panel in the tiny room opened, revealing a small safe.
“Is that real?” Deivan asked.
“Of course it is.”
Sure enough, the imposter stepped into the compartment to examine the safe. The instant she did the compartment slammed shut. Below her feet a transporter buffer pad energized and the Imposter disappeared, the Red light in the ceiling went dark.
T’Ros ran across the quarters to the other side, recessed in the wall was the mate to the one way, one destination transporter. As she ran she pulled a large knife from her leg holster. She energized the ultra thin blade with a plazma charge hidden in the handle, the blade edge now glowing bright blue.
Before Deivan could react the Imposter materialized and was instantly grabbed and tossed to the floor by T’Ros
As she did so she brought the blade across her neck and cleanly severed her head from her torso, the plazma charge cauterizing the wound instantly.
The body fell to the floor with T’Ros holding its severed head by the hair.
“What the hell!?” Deivan asked.
T’Ros didn’t even look at him. “I told you, and never forget, I am a Romulan. Don’t ever try to put your human ideas of fairness off on me.” She walked over to a cabinet and retrieved a bag. Tossing the head in the bag and closing it she started walking toward the door.
“Shall we go?” she asked.
“Where exactly?”
“What do you think, To see Vice Admiral Branson.. This is part my proof of just what is going on.”
“And you think you’re just going to fly into the Omega Colony and see her?’
She stopped and turned. “Why do you think I let you stay. Now lets go and get her on a com channel. We have a great deal to discuss."
OFF:
Commander T'Ros
Romulan Ambassador
Mayor of Vorta'Rome (NPC)
Special Guest Apperance
Commander Raniver Deivan
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Yang Liwei
