Alas Atragon

[Cmdr JFarrington 0]

Imaj of Kirok

ISS Manticore

Stardate 5108033.1

 

Alas Atragon

 

Her rage had not yet subsided when the time came to review the records from security’s ever-present watchful eyes. The record of Atragon’s death at the hands of Kansas Kenickie, the worthless, sniveling security officer recruited by her husband to protect him, had been viewed multiple times, and each time Imaj imagined a different punishment. Perhaps burying her alive, next to him?

 

Imaj immediately dismissed the thought. It would desecrate his grave and tarnish the memory of Atragon’s Imperial funeral. Dr. Mele had duly prepared the body. His care and attention to detail had impressed Imaj. It would also impress both families and the Emperor. No doubt a position of greater importance would be given him, one more fitting than his ministrations aboard ISS Manticore. As for Atragon, all that remained was the ceremony, then interment befitting his station, his standing in the Empire, his cherished position as her bond-mate.

 

Commander Mitar Precip sat beside Imaj as they personally reviewed every minute of the last few days. A more loyal Security Chief she could not ask for, nor a more loyal Imperial subject. She never said as much, of course, but she made sure he knew. Precip had received his share of favors and then some. Unspoken gestures made alliances obvious – or not as obvious as the occasion demanded. In Precip’s case she made them very obvious. Security was not to be toyed with. Establishing rapport and loyalty from that department was essential to survival, especially for those in command.

 

And yet protection had fallen woefully short this time. Kansas Kenickie, recruited by Atragon as a confident, had betrayed him in what should have been his finest hour. Hers would be a slow and painful death. Her sniveling worthless hide, along with that of SubCommander McFly, would undoubtedly be the charge of Commander Precip.

 

She contemplated the others; what should be done to them? Were it up to her, she would give Doug T to engineer Hilee; he was unflinchingly loyal and seemed to have a way with prisoners.

 

Keb? She considered giving her to Escher, perhaps throwing the young science officer into total confusion. Confusion had its merits. Though she despised them both, Escher had unwittingly played an important role in her plan.

 

And Faldek? He would be released, but not without a test of his loyalty. After all, anyone could declare his allegiance when mutiny is unmasked. A more thorough analysis, a more irrevocable sign was needed from the Cardassian Beran Faldek.

 

However, she knew the ultimate fate of all the prisoners rested in the hands of Captain Sovak.

 

Sovak. Yes. With Atragon in final rest she would need another consort, and Sovak had already proven himself more than worthy.