Welcome to Star Trek Simulation Forum

Register now to gain access to all of our features. Once registered and logged in, you will be able to contribute to this site by submitting your own content or replying to existing content. You'll be able to customize your profile, receive reputation points as a reward for submitting content, while also communicating with other members via your own private inbox, plus much more! This message will be removed once you have signed in.

Sign in to follow this  
Followers 0
Charlotte Matsumura

Death Before Dishonor (Pt. 2)

Death Before Dishonor (Pt. 2)

LCDR Mark Garrison

tr'Salik

Gaius tr'Argelian

***

 

 

Ushering them out, the trio took a short walk to a small room with a single private cell. Standing by the force field controls, he gestured for Gaius to put tr'Salik in.

 

Entering first, tr'Argelian paused, gesturing at the bench against the far wall. "Fhaen, join me."

 

Na trusting this Rihan who consorts with Lloannen'galae, but having little choice, he moved to the bench and took a seat. "Au still have na authen why au are fahd with these," makes a deprecating nod towards the doorway, "Lloann'ah."

 

Garrison acknowledged the Romulan with an equally deprecating frown, before turning the force field on.

 

Down the corridor, Burris yells down at Garrison, "Hey....when do we get fed around this place?"

 

Frowning, Garrison looked over to Gaius. He figured that the real Romulan wouldn't say anything while he was in the room. Perhaps he could pump the freighter crew for some information, or at least shut them up. "Sure, I'll feed you." A small grin grew on his face as he exited the room.

 

Gaius stood, clasping his hands behind his back. "I have provided sufficient authen," he replied. As Garrison disappeared down the corridor, he adjusted his stance slightly. "And hna, it's just au and me."

 

Having been promoted recently to the executive officer, tr'Salik was na veruul, he knew that the Rihannsu and Lloann'ah were working together to get information from him. Curious though that they also had the freighter crew hrrau custody as their th'ann. At the siuren, he was unsure what this other Rihan was hoping to find khoi from him. "So, what is it that au wanted to say, away from the others?"

 

"I know au are caught between a rock and a hard place," Gaius began slowly. "Au have been compromised; au cannot return home, nor can au return to Galae. Before au consider aur dathe, I ask you io ehlrh: Who are au working for?"

 

"I suppose it really does na matter anymore, I have failed hrrau my duty, and I deserve to yy'a for that failure. At io point, I had been a member of Galae, but family ties, after my first tour of duty, demanded that I enlist with the frontier fleet and help protect our interests out here on the fringe. I do know that some of the assignments we've had, are along questionable lines, as the politics of the outmarchs and the outer sectors is often far from the view of the homeworld. Some of the dealings, I'd say border on a level of dissent, almost a view that they should break from the Empire or reforge the power structure in these sectors...

 

“I've met very few I would trust since joining this fleet,” tr’Salik continued, “though the Enarrain, she was io of the honorable I've dealt with, though she was Galae, na from our sectors. I do na know the specifics, but they held something over her, some sort of blackmail to get her to work for them, though I know she despised it every day of her life. It is most likely why she decided to blow the ship rather than have it captured. Galae training au know.”

 

To this, tr'Argelian nodded. "Ie, I understand. Did the Enarrain ever tell au who was blackmailing her, who was sending her on these missions?"

 

"All I know, it was someone of power, a Deihu I believe. Io that wanted to become Fvillha io eisn. But exactly who, I do na know. I only serve and do my duty. It is na my place to question my superiors. However, I na longer have any future, either with Galae, or the outworld fleets, as I have been captured, made th'ann, and am considered ‘compromised.’”

 

At that, Garrison walked back into the room, with a frown worse then he'd left with. One didn't have to guess his talk with the freighter crew didn't go very well.

 

"Au may leave it to others, to question aur superiors," Gaius replied. He leveled a dark, serious gaze. "Hann'yyo, Daise'Erei'Riov." Hearing Garrison enter behind him, he turned, brows raised in silent inquiry.

 

While the other Rihannsu was turned towards the dheno, tr'Salik felt at the hem of his tunic sleeve, pulling a small thread revealing a tiny pocket with a small flat chip. Slowing removing it with the tip of his finger, he placed the chip under his tongue to dissolve, and fell to the floor.

 

"Damnit!" Garrison yelled, watching the Romulan ingest the item. Deactivating the force field he rushed in, checking his pulse while calling for medical.

 

Tr'Argelian took position next to tr'Salik on the floor, kneeling. "Felodesine," he said, by way of explanation. His gaze drifted up to the face of the dying Romulan, and watched as the tension released from his features. He then reached up, silently lowering lids over vacant eyes. "Medical will be of no use."

 

Disgusted, Garrison let the already dead Romulan go, quickly calling off medical. Somehow this managed to turn out worse than interrogating the freighter crew. He turned to Gaius, a livid look on his face. "What the hell happened!?"

 

"A Romulan officer will not generally submit to questioning. Rather than face dishonor, they often make use of poisons to take their own lives -- not unlike the defeated samurai warrior in Earth history." Gaius rose, straightening his tunic. "He gave us information, but it remained for him to perform his final duty."

 

"Well this is just lovely," Garrison sighed, rising from his kneeling position. "Did he give you anything of use?"

 

"There is a powerful Romulan politician seeking to solidify power...or, conversely, stir anarchy among the Outmarches," the pseudo-Romulan answered. "They are coercing t’Rahks into her cooperation -- which we already knew." He paused. "Were it not for our own Intelligence involvement, it would appear this to be a 'family issue.'

 

"Unfortunately, he couldn't tell us which of the great uncles was creating havoc."

 

"Well, we have four more Romulans to interrogate…" Mark trailed off, looking unapologetically down at tr'Salik. "Make sure none of the others manage to kill themselves. I'll try to keep opening up the freighter crew...and then brief Corizon."

 

Gaius nodded, accepting what amounted to marching orders. "Is it all right if I have your staff provide our guests other garments? I'd hate for us to have four more dead Romulans to explain."

 

“I’ll take care of it,” Garrison said. “The last thing I need is for the inmates to be running the asylum.” With a sigh, he swept out of the room, headed down the corridor.

 

Tr’Argelian looked down at the corpse of tr’Salik. “Godspeed, Daise'Erei'Riov.”

 

***

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!


Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.


Sign In Now
Sign in to follow this  
Followers 0