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Maj Vaos

Reflections of Camelot: The Empire Prevails

A single gloved finger ran its way along the railing of the promenade. Wrapped in black leather, it skimmed softly against the hard, cold metallic silver that separated the upper track from the drop to the lower levels of the room. Well polished boots sparkled in the lighting as they clicked against the deck plating.

 

He lifted his finger and inspected it for dust—finding nothing. A smile crossed his face and he continued walking. As he approached, bystanders cleared the way. Dressed in black pants and a black jacket that he left unzipped to reveal the form-fitting gray tunic beneath, he cast a menacing figure visually. But it was his reputation that had begun to cause the civilians and junior officers alike to scurry, or avoid him with contempt—like many of the senior officers behaved.

 

In his short tenure as Internal Affairs Junior Inspector he'd already disappeared half a dozen people suspected of colluding with Cardassian rebels, smuggling an array of goods, and at least one person rumored to have been working as a Romulan spy. Of course, none of those rumors could be substantiated, but the young Ensign had already begun to garner a name for himself.

 

Korix Vaos stopped along the railing and watched the buzzing of traffic below him. As a Bajoran, he couldn't help but feel pride swelling in his chest as he watched his planet become one of the most important hubs of Imperial commerce, to say nothing of their new found dominion over their nemeses the Cardassians.

 

In way, the young Bajoran typified many of his species in the new Imperial prefecture; born to a wealthy family, he found power at his finger tips with the Bajoran's alliance with the Empire. And like others his age, he was rising in power and stature with great ease, while the Cardassians fell beneath the yoke of the Empire.

 

While they toiled and sweat their blood for the Empire, Korix and others like him found doors opening for themselves across the Empire. Korix, for example, was able to become the adept of one of the highest ranking men in Imperial Internal Affairs, allowing him to gain early entrance to the academy and a prestigious appointment on his homeworld.

 

However, there was a price for this new found upward mobility. Parvenu, the Bajorans were considered by many in the establishment of the Empire to be the nouveau riche. And those with the ambition of young Korix, were held with even higher contempt by many in the armed forces.

 

That however did not detract the investigator; he actually found it easier to find rats in their webs of lies and deceit when they made it publicly clear they disapproved of him—the miscreants who worked in opposition of the Empire felt they could identify with him. And that allowed him to create an information network in stealth.

 

Today he stalked a petty thief, whom he'd heard rumors of, that supposedly knew how a network of terrorists were smuggling weapons through the blockades into the Cardassian labor camps.

 

Men like this one were easy enough to turn. They cared only for their survival and the promise of clemency for what were truly petty crimes usually was enough of a price to pay for valuable information.

 

Gaius Tamore stood with his back to Korix, looking innocently enough at a vid-feed of the Imperial News Network. If it weren't for the almost nervous glances to a nearby shoppers purse, it would be hard to tell he was about take someone's valuables. Little did he know he was walking into a carefully developed ruse.

 

A few moments later, just as the commotion of the Promenade picked up as foot traffic from a recently docked freighter streamed in, Tamore made his move. He grabbed at the purse the woman held loosely between her arm and ribcage and began running down the promenade .

 

Expecting a relatively clean getaway, he was more than a little surprised to hear the voice of a burly security officer shout out “Stop.” And even more surprised when he felt the stinging searing of an energy weapon hit him in the chest and back, causing him to fall to the floor with a thud.

 

From his balcony viewpoint, Korix tugged at his leather gloves, grinning happily and began walking towards his office. The fun was just about to begin. "As always," he said smugly, "The Empire prevails."

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