Identity Crisis:
Sarah walked until she ran out of road. The path narrowed and turned to gravel and then ended at the edge of a desert. Off over the horizon, accessible only by transport was her Mothers dig. She stood there in a cold sweat. Unsure of what to do, what to think. Even of just who she really was. Behind her she heard foot steps in the gravel. Turning she saw Dr. Tal Nala, the woman accompanying that horrible Bajoran man.
"What do you want!:" she screamed at her turning back to the vast expanse before her.
"I'm just here to help...if I can." Nala said, the worry clearly evident in her voice.
"How? How could you possibly help? Oh Is that why you're here. To help the poor little girl accept the fact she is in fact half Bajoran? That her entire life has been a lie?"
Nala took a step closer. "I didn't know Dayor Jaran was going to 'handle' this the way he did. He's been working through some issues of his own and ...maybe his approach wasn't as .....professional as I would have done."
"Oh ...you think!?" Sarah said wiping away a tear.
Nala came up and put an arm around Sarah's shoulders. At first Sarah tensed, but in a moment Nala could feel her relax just a bit. Nala went on to explain just what Jaran was after, and why.
"He also truly wants to help you Sarah. He did an indepth study of you, the prophets only know how he got his information. Your true genetic makeup could account for your feelings of lack of identity."
Sarah looked at Nala. "My God. How...... my therapy sessions are.... Privileged."
Nals shrugged her shoulders. 'Like I said. I have no idea how he got his information. But......he's right, isn't he?"
Sarah sat down cross legged in the dust. "Yes.. ...."
Nala sat down next to her, ignoring the dirt, facing the sun that was about to set behind the distant hills.
"Let me help you Sarah..."
They talked, or rather Sarah talked, long into the night. And as Trivas moon came up behind them, Nala began to think Jaran had planned this part of the trip all along. Knowing that at this very moment he was helping Jessica struggle with her demons, and at the same time writing the script for his action to bring Servita Bor down.
***
The morning found Jaran and Nala approaching their Interceptor, as a crew pulled it out of a hanger. The pasty grey finish had been repainted into a gloss Black. Sarah noted the addition of Photon torpedo pods slung under each wing. She stopped, worried as the head of the crew walked up to Jaran and they traded words. The ship now looked exactly like the file photos of ship provided to Marcus Dinn.
Sarah kept her questions in check as they entered the hatch. "Some improvements I see?"
Jaran took the pilots seat. "Yes." his only response as he began his preflight check.
"Where to now?"
As the ship lifted from the ground and pointed toward the brightening sky Jaran looked over. "the Ephyra Colony. I have job opening to fill."
***
As Jaran and Nala disappeared into the morning haze, Xon had gotten just a glimpse of the newly painted ship as he was about to board his own craft. He shook his head. 'No, couldn't be' he thought to himself.
A post by Commander Dayor Jaran
Senior Research Administrator of the Bajoran Temple Vor-Huar
Clandestine operative of the Bajoran Intelligence Service
Previously Marcus Dinn
