Vengeance is Mine

Posted on Wed Mar 23rd, 2022 @ 12:14pm by Chief Engineer Jeassaho Kea (Mirror) & Executive Officer Laurier Cami (Mirror) & Captain Adamya Ryon (Mirror)

Mission: Mirror Mirror
Location: Bridge, CNV Wrath of the Prophets
Timeline: ???
1409 words - 2.8 OF Standard Post Measure

The tour of the new warship was truly something to behold. Ryon had helped development on the ship with an array of Cardassian and Bajoran engineers after the Battle of Betazed. The ship contained the best of Cardassian tech mixed with Bajoran ingenuity and stolen technology from scavenged Imperial ships. As the turbolift doors opened, the small group stepped onto the fully crewed Bridge. On the viewscreen was the beautiful orb of Bajor, looming large. The bridge was full of active Bajorans in newly replicated Cardassian military uniforms. The bridge was in "docked" mode where only the essential systems were running, which lent an ominous orange highlight to the atmosphere. However, with such distinguished guests, the illumination turned on to reveal a top-of-the-line bridge. The Captain's chair sat in the middle, tactical and helm stations positioned just off either shoulder. The Engineering, Science, Communications, Operations, and a multitude of other consoles lined the walls of the front portion of the Bridge, well hidden from what any adversary would see on their viewscreen.

Turning to the VIPs and there guests from the Cardassian Central Command and the Bajoran Republic. "As you can see, the Wrath of the Prophets is ready to meet any challenge," Ryon began. "It has the scientific capability to act as a small research station, the engineering capability to act as a mobile colony support vessel, and the tactical capabilities to make the Empire think twice before engaging any system where the ship is stationed. I am proud of each and every person who developed such a starship, and envy the Captain who will take it on its maiden voyage."

"She will rain death upon the Terran invaders," the young Bajoran woman nearby remarked, the bitterness in her voice getting the better of her. "It should be their turn to fear, instead of their helpless victims."

The woman who stood nearby was quiet. She had long brown hair, big black eyes and wore a simple long dress. She said nothing but she watched everything, taking it all in to think over much later. She was a guest for the most part of the Cardassian Central Command and the Bajoran Republic. “Your power levels are fluctuating.” She said aloud finally not realising just how loud she said it.

"Fluctuating, how?" Ryon asked, stepping toward the woman to take a look at the console. Tapping a few commands, the Gul had to figure out the issue. It would not do for the Cardassian flagship to be unable to make a difference in this war. "What do you see?" he asked the new arrival on the ship, her stance marked her as an engineer of rank to be able to diagnose than a Gul who rose from the tactical ranks.

The woman frowned as she realised she had been heard. "I am not seeing. I am hearing." She said indicating her ears. The female legate shared a look with her Bajoran counterpart.

"This is Jeassaho G... Kea." The Cardassian Legate introduced the Betazoid to Ryon as she realised this might be a good opportunity to put the woman to good use if it turned out she was correct.

"May I?" Jeassaho said smirking as the Legate nearly revealed who she was to everyone. It would be so simple for the woman to let slip but it would do no one any good to know that she was the Butcher's wife despite their estrangement, if the knowledge of her survival was to maintain a secrete for her to be of use and to get her own revenge she needed to go by another name.

"By all means," Ryon accepted as he made room for the Betazoid at the Engineering station. Betazed was a planet lost to the Empire, with it countless other worlds that would never again see life. Fortunately, Bajor had been able to shake off the shackles of the Terrans and had been able to hold strong. The Bajoran Gul still did not trust anyone who’s people were still in service of the Empire regardless of reason, a person could still be brainwashed or threatened to into submission.

Cami watched like a hawk. She didn't trust Jeassaho. Not simply because she was a Betazoid - and therefore technically still under the boot of the Terrans - but rather that she didn't particularly trust anyone. A life of fighting an oppressive regime did that. "Where did you learn your trade?" she asked pointedly.

"The Imperial Starfleet," Jeassaho said simply as she did not touch the console but pointed to where the power levels were being shown. One... two... three... there.... five... six.... seven.... there." She said counting the fluctuations and predicting them a second before the surge happened.

"Ms Kea has been my guest since she was rescued from Betazed as it burned." The Legate said. It was well known that betazoid's were transported from the surfaced as the planet was burning,

It was a day Ryan remembered vividly. Yet, the Betazoids were still known for their service to the Empire. “I trust her time with you has proven productive,” the Gul asked the Legate. It was his own way of asking how much Jeassaho could be trusted.

The legate laughed for a moment before he indicated the ready room. He could not possibly let the man walk into this without any idea of who the woman was. It would go better all around if he knew. Once inside and the door closed the man turned to the Captain and Executive Officer. “That woman is the butcher’s wife.” He said knowing what a prize she was and how fortunate they had been to turn her to their side after she had been left for dead.

As good as Ryon's poker face was, even had a moment of shock at the news. His first instinct was to walk onto the Bridge and disintegrate the Butcher's wife as payback for his sister. But, he fought the urge mostly due to the respect he held for the Legate. Knowing that he needed to saying something, anything, the man asked through clenched teeth, "Why is she here?" It was a double-pronged question, meaning the obvious as well as why the Betazoid was on their side.

"Because she has been my prisoner since she was rescued from the surface of Betazed," The man said. "Do you hate the butcher enough to turn his presumed dead wife further to our cause? She hates him. Why she has not ended her life nor attempted to escape. He set the world alight with her on it." The legate wondered seeing the strain on the man as he wondered what was going on.

“There is a certain, poetic justice about turning her against him,” Gul Adamya replied, thinking. Setting the scene a little, Ryon asked, “This is the flagship of the fleet. Can we trust her hatred of the Butcher enough to allow her free reign over engineering?

"Hatred is a powerful motivator," Cami remarked. "Believe me." Her expression told the story; she came from the exact same place. "If she wants to kill Terrans, that's good enough for me."

"You can restrict her how you wish if you want the prize Gul." The man said with a shrug. She would not complain as she was pleased to just be alive. "She is the perfect propaganda for our cause but you can discuss it with her." He reminded.

With the idea growing on him a being, Ryon nodded his approval. "We'll set her loose on the Butcher," he stated, a glint of hope in his eye for his own revenge against Gregnol. The deciding factor had been his own feelings, remembering what it felt like for him to see the destruction of Betazed and to know that his sister and countless of his comrades were killed at the hands of the same person. Looking over to Cami, he stated, "We'll discuss any restrictions later." Motioning toward the Bridge, the Gul announced, "We have a ship to launch."

The man nodded and moved back out onto the bridge to where the crew were all milling around either working or watching the Betazoid in their midst. The woman rose from the chair where she had been left and looked at them all. “You are his now..” The legate explained.

Jeassaho just nodded and looked at the command pair. Well, this was going to be interesting...