Bio: Margaux Chéri Rogét

[LtCmdr Roget 0]

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The information that is to follow is for historical relevance only.  No such records exist in StarFleet historical data or personnel files.  Under no conditions would any member of the crew have access to this information or know the details therin.

 

 

 

   Megan watched her ship launch, and over the course of the next three hours the rest of the ships and personnel assigned to Lincoln Outpost.  Melville would have been watching for her ship and if she knew him, he would be tracking it to make sure it arrived on Tibus VI.  Well, the ship would get there, but there was no way Megan was going to be reclassified.  Reclassified was a nice tactful way to say eliminated, and it would take someone far smarter that Melville to take her out of the game.

 

   She checked that the underground bunker was sealed and turned toward her comatose roommate, "I suppose it's time to get started,"  Megan said and then looked down again at the communiqué that Melville had sent to the Aries in an attempt to lure them back. "I wish I could meet you," she whispered wiping a tear from her eye, "to at least spare you your grief."  Megan sighed deeply and then squared her shoulders.  "What's done is done and there is nothing to do but move forward.  Who knows, one day our paths may cross again."

 

   Megan picked up a small temporal attachment and placed it on Margaux and then placed a similar device on herself.  Odd way to spell the name,  Megan thought, as she turned the unit on.  "Biographies and logs tell me much about you, but not enough, and in order to pull this off, I need to know everything."  Every memory whether Margaux remembered it or not was taken from her mind and transferred to Megan.

 

   The procedure took almost six hours and when completed, Megan was pleasantly surprised. Usually such a procedure was so draining to the recipient that they were left immobile for hours or days later.  However, there were no horrific or traumatic memories in girls past. "How fortunate you have been, Margaux."  Megan could now bring up instantly the names of the parents, indeed the entire family, both Rogét and Moueix.  Memories of her brothers pushing her on a swing in large backyard surrounded by crepe myrtles, and bougainvilleas, the azaleas all in bloom, and the parties!  Birthdays and Christmas, but also Twelfth Night and Mardi Gras, Easter parties and summer bar-b-ques.  She could remember her Coming Out party and the white dress she had worn, shimmery white satin with a dainty white bow, it's center knot covered with pearls, centered on an empire waist.  A tiny coronet of pearls and diamonds sat atop her head.  Megan sighed and removed the temporal device from both herself and Margaux.

 

   She really was a beautiful girl.  Dark where Megan was fair.  Megan had always thought of herself as pretty, but this girl was strikingly lovely.  Her hair was a thick mass of bronze-gold that fell below her shoulders, and even though comatose her smooth skin glowed with pale gold undertones.  Her face was a perfect oval,  a long straight nose, full lips and lush dark lashes that swept down across high cheekbones.  Margaux was tall like Megan, and her body was trim.  From what she had learned, Margaux loved to swim and from her well defined shoulders it was clear that she was strong.  She had a slim waist which flared into agilely rounded hips and down to long lithe thighs.  

 

   Megan sighed again.  It was clear from the last tests run on the Outpost that Margaux was never coming out of her coma, in an essence she was sparing the family in New Orleans the grief of burying their beloved daughter, but still she felt a stab of guilt at stealing this girls identity.  Megan shook her head with frustration.  "Why should I care?  You're as good as dead anyway, and without you," she paused, "so am I."  She squared her shoulders and returned to the task at hand.  Taking of sample of Margaux's DNA she fed the information into a transformation orb.  Without her cranial implant the procedure would be so excruciatingly painful there would be no way to survive, however; she did have the implant and she would survive.

 

   tbc...