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Part VIII "A Traitors Welcome

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	Sydney simply shook his head and laughed “I’ll have to remember that one for later.” He said as he walked out.		Sydney simply shook his head and laughed “I’ll have to remember that one for later.” He said as he walked out.

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JoliasEnor: /* Part VII "Of Humans and Romulans" */

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Part VII "Of Humans and Romulans"

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	Sydney simply shook his head and laughed “I’ll have to remember that one for later.” He said as he walked out.		Sydney simply shook his head and laughed “I’ll have to remember that one for later.” He said as he walked out.

			==Part VIII "A Traitors Welcome==

			13 years ago...

			[IRW Mogai]

			Living up to its name the massive D’Dherex class warbird decloaked mere feet off the station’s docking ramp. Several Starfleet officers standing to meet the Romulans exhaled- they were clearly startled by the aggressive move but they remained nonchalant about the process. Approximatly one dozen Rihannsu surrounded Shiarrael- all were prisoners. Most were of minor ilk. They would randomly gaze at the captured Riov, both in wonder and curiosity. Those feeble men would most likely be reassigned in the fleet- they were nothing, but, what would become of this woman standing in front of them? A child and heir to the powerful clan S’Rehu?

			The airlock hissed as the doors slid open. A thin stream of stale air rushed into the waiting area- Shiarrael shivered at the smell of home. Two Romulan soldiers exited first and behind them a third finally exited a few moments later- she recognized him clearly. Khre’Riov Drakor tr’Katrin.

			The Khre'Riov let out a deep sigh. When he had been given the order to retrieve prisoners he had thought it was a joke. Surely anyone who would have been captured would have found the honor to kill themselves. Even he believed that under certain circumstances that should be permitted. Here she was. Someone with so much promise, so much talent. Wasting away in a prison. He kept his expression neutral after the sigh. It was enough.

			He studied the others for a moment. Useless all of them. The Tal'Shiar would probably pick apart their brains neuron by neuron for their surrender. Trying to see if they gave away any secrets, and if they had... their families would share the traitors fate. The Ael'Riov however might be spared. Maybe if her family could swing it, offer the Tal'Shiar something they might want in return for allowing her to live, maybe even serve again... In a limited capacity. But that was not his issue. He finally spoke after a few moments. "Bring them onboard," he said and made a dismissive gesture towards the group of Romulans.

			Like a pack of hlai the group of Romulans were prodded by the butts of disruptor rifles. The Starfleet officers turned their gazes towards other things quietly ignoring what was happening. Shiarrael moved quietly certain that she would soon find herself quite lifeless, not that such a prospect bothered her. Ever since her ship was captured she had prepared herself for the moment that her honor was saved.

			The other Romulans were herded onto the ship and the bay doors began to close. Just as the doors were about to close one of the Gai'Shian knocked down one of the traitors who had surrendered before telling him to get going. The Khre'Riov paid no mind to it. "Put them in isolation. They will be dealt with soon enough." He motioned for three guards to follow him. He singled Shia out of the group and brought her over with his guards.

			They took a separate path from the others. He maintained his silence for a few moments before they stepped into a lift with the guards. "I'm surprised. I would have never thought you would have been captured alive. And then of all the things you did you stayed alive," he said slowly before he finally asked. "Why?"

			An incredulous look crossed Shiarrael’s face- if she was going to die she wasn’t going to let this man talk down to her before that date “do you think I chose to leave Khre’Riov? The self destruct mechanism on my ship was destroyed; they beamed aboard and stunned me as I slipped by honor blade towards my ribs. After that do you think they would have let such a prize kill itself?” She smirked wryly “but perhaps it would have been wise if they had. It would have saved them a Vulcan officer.” She nodded towards his honor blade “permit me and I will take my life this minute.”

			"Alas. That was the first order I was given when I was told of this assignment. Nearly everyone above me insisted that I do not allow you to do just that. Several houses have even told me that if I do that I will be ruining my family for generations to come," he said quietly. "I still considered it. You deserve at least that much honor," he said as they moved towards one of the guest quarters that he had arranged for her.

			Inside the quarters it was spartan even for a Romulan. Most everything had been disabled and removed. There was no way for her to kill herself.

			“How generous of them.” Shiarrael stated sarcastically. Either those houses truly wished to save her- something she doubted aside from political motivations or they wished to use her to further shame her house. She stepped into the room amused that her own people wanted to keep her alive after having complained that she lived.

			"I have heard from my contacts in the Senate that they also insist that if you kill yourself now before being taken back to the homeworld that your family will bear the dishonor and shame for at least three generations. They really want you back for some reason," he said stepping back to the door. "Call the guards if you need anything," he said calmly before letting the door close behind him and lock tightly.

			Left alone in the room Shiarrael smiled and peered down at the barren floor. She sighed and sat down on the cold metal. Crossing her legs she closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. She could feel the gentle vibrations of the D’Dherex’s singularity core; hear the sound of boot falls outside her door- she was back home. It was a refreshing feeling, the feeling of not being surrounded by aliens, trapped in an alien environment. If this journey led to her death, she was relieved that at least her spirit would wander the lands of her ancestors on its way to Vorta Vor.

			==Part IX "Tortured Torturer"==


			Drab was the best way to describe the cool, wet, box of concrete that she had been placed in after her arrival on Ch’Rihan- not that she could see much beyond the blinding spotlight trained on her. She could whispers nearby, interrogators debating about method. She withheld to urge to gurgle a half-laugh at the irony. How many people have treated so kindly? A smirk formed on her face and she shook her head while squinting at the annoying light.

			“Do you find something funny Riov?”

			“Funny?” Shiarrael’s smirk widened “what would I find so funny about this? I am just enjoying myself. I have long wished to tour the bowels of the senate- elements only knew that I would get a chance to actually see it! This is such an amazing privilege.” Sarcasm spilled from her like an avalanche- there was a grumble and then she could hear approaching footsteps.

			“I assure you Riov. Your enjoyment will not last. You have aided our enemy- the only reason you are back is so we can execute you as an example to other Rihannsu about the price of treachery. Do you deny that you allowed yourself to be captured by the lloann'mhrahel?” The voice was cold and bitter- but he wasn’t Tal’Shair. Shiarrael could taste their stench a mile away- no, these were upstarts. Political tools, Tal’Diann agents. Now that was truly humorous.

			“Allowed?” Shiarrael laughed “I allowed nothing. I did not build the Saeihr’llaiir and while I loved her greatly she did fail me at the most important moment. If you look at the records you will see that the self destruct command was given- that the crew was evacuated- and that the mechanism failed. Well, if the Tal’Diann has the ability to retrieve such records.”

			“We can retrieve whatever we wish.” Came the indignant reply. There was a sound of shuffling and then Shiarrael felt it- a heavy shock rippling through her arms and into her torso. She hissed and attempted to clench her teeth but failed as they chattered wildly. Her muscles tensed and contorted in hideous spasms as her breath was wretched from her by the violent wave of energy. Finally it ceased and she was exhausted “vang’radam” she couldn’t see his face but she could hear the sneer.

			She wanted to open her mouth to utter another choice phrase his way but her jaw muscles were tense and refused to part even a millimeter. Instead she groaned and twitched from the residual energy sparking through her nervous system. After a few minutes to compose she spit out a wad of foaming saliva and licked her lips “I…will…snap…you’re neck.”

			“And how exactly will you manage-”

			The sound of a slamming door silenced him. Shiarrael could hear echoing boot steps through the ringing in her ears. When the steps came to a halt she recognized the heavy and raspy voice “what is the meaning of this? Certainly tr’Katrin would not approve of this…” she could hear the Ta’Diann fool stammering “release her and tell your handler they would be wise to discontinue such disgrace.” Dead silence filled the room and then the heavy voice grew low and menacing like a growling thrai “now or I will have you strapped down into that chair and beaten until a Tal’Shiar scanner wouldn’t be able to recognize you.”

			Shiarrael felt her wrists unshackled and immediately stood up shoving her torturer into the flood light knocking both over. The light crashed into the floor and went out. In the dimness she could barely make out the struggling silhouette on the floor attempting to stand up. Although still a bit jittery from her shock treatment she managed to reach down and grab the silhouette’s neck. His fingers wrapped around her shoulder in a vain attempt to pry her loose, however, she merely squeezed tighter. He rasped for breath until finally his body flailed and went numb. “Like this.” She spat.

			“I see you haven’t changed very much Yhisu.”

			“Change is hard. What are you doing here Rezek? You are the last person I expected to see.” Shiarrael stood up slowly and kicked the lifeless body a few times to make certain of its status “so did they send you here to convince me to take my life honorably? As if those fools would know the first thing about honor- they sit comfortably in their chairs and act the fool while the rest of us die for their stupidity. If I had the chance I would rid of them all.”

			“Careful- you would not want the Tal’Shiar to hear such seditious talk.” Rezek commented with humor “and no. The senate is more interested in forgetting this most recent affair. It would be easier done if you were dead” his gaze moved to the body lying on the floor “but that will not easily be accomplished with you back on ch’Rihan. Disgracing you would also be difficult, it would mean disgracing the entirety of S’Rehu, and no one in the senate is brave enough to openly challenge such a clan. So that leaves only one option- forgetfulness. They want to simply forget about you.”

			“Politicians always have loved convenience.” Shiarrael snorted and flexed her muscles trying to straighten out the straggling frayed nerves “so what will become of me? I assume I will be shipped off to some obscure planet to babysit a battalion of Gai’Shian?”

			“No, your status has yet to fall that low, but I would be cautious if I were you. Your lists of enemies have only increased since the last time I met you. Even the most foolish in our ranks would have rid of some of their foes. Someone of your talent could have burned the entire list by this point.”

			“It’s very hard to burn wood covered in thrai shit and not worth the effort.” Shiarrael studied her surroundings as her vision began to adjust “so if I am not to be sent to some backwards world to babysit Gai’Shian, what will be done with me?”

			“What you enjoy- something that you excel at and that will keep you out of commands way. The patrol ship Ishae’thrai needs a new commander. You have been chosen. Send you off to the outmarches to be forgotten.”

			Shiarrael smirked “at least someone has some sense.”

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	Sydney simply shook his head and laughed “I’ll have to remember that one for later.” He said as he walked out.		Sydney simply shook his head and laughed “I’ll have to remember that one for later.” He said as he walked out.

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 ''Perhaps you are not as useless as I originally thought.''  “It is not your place to wonder it is only your place to follow the Khre’Riov’s orders.”  Shiarrael pretended to dismiss his comments absently and returned her attention to the view screen.  Sliding back into her command throne she quietly watched the scene.  They were coming up on Starbase 220 and over a hundred warbirds were now moving into range of the massive facility.  Broken bits of starships tumbled past the view.  Shiarrael held a sigh.  ''Surprise, mobility, audacity, and timing win wars.''  She thought of the ancient Rihannsu General tr’Naga whose writings on war and combat she cherished.  ''We have lost all four''.
-== Part II ==
+== Part II "Keretat the Fool" ==
 == Part III ==

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== Part I "The Thrai of Tomika ==

''15 years ago, Tomika System''

[IRW Saeihr’llaiir]

Shiarraels nail’s dug into the soft leather pads that rested on the top of her armrests. On the view screen several smaller Romulan warbirds were chasing down a larger Galaxy class ship “target their warp drive!” She shouted, her violet irises intently studying the view screen. Like a pack of wolves the smaller Romulan ships soon overtook the larger galaxy class. She watched silently as several explosions rippled through the ship’s hull until only the molten framework was visible. “Pull back and rejoin the rest of the wing.” She let the tension leave her muscles and eased her clawing grip on the armrests.

Her new RS (XO), tr’Shiarkek, smiled smugly at the molten smattering displayed on the view screen “they were easily defeated. It was wise for the Khre’Riov to heed your advice. I am honored to serve under such a wise Riov.” In the corner of her vision Shiarrael could see him dip his head in a half bow but she ignored it and pretended to keep her focus on the view screen.

“Too easy.” Shiarrael stated bluntly “they were no match for us. The bulk of the Federation fleet consists of large ships created mainly for long scientific deployment. Their ships may have teeth but they are the teeth of a baby thrai- brittle and only dangerous to those who do not know how to handle them.” ''There was no glory in this fight. I might as well have suffocated an infant.'' “And smaller ships can easily pick at them until they’re dead.”

“Even so, because of your strategy we were able to easily route the Federation forces. The Khre’Riov will be pleased at this result.” Shiarkek bowed again. If he wasn’t so damn useful at organization she would have had him tossed out an airlock. ''Why don’t you just staple your lips to my ass?'' She shook her head.

“We are receiving a message from the Khre’Riov.” The communications officer announced and Shiarrael ordered it onscreen immediately.

Khre’Riov tr’Faikaru was tall and boney. His chin was square, his nose ridge thin, and slicing across his forehead was the classic V shaped ridge of the mongrel breeds. He was known as a tough disciplinarian and that was the only trait that Shiarrael respected. Otherwise he was overly arrogant and a self divined idiot. That he had actually listened to her plan was a shock, though now he probably would claim credit for it entirely. She didn’t mind though. Let fools drink a fool’s drink. His eyes set on her and she stood up and bowed her head at him “Khre’Riov.”

“Riov.” Faikaru spoke and she could almost feel the spittle fly through the screen “it seems our plan has worked perfectly.” ''Our? That’s a surprise. At least he saw fit to give me some credit.'' “The Federation forces are in full retreat and the Gai’Shian have captured Starbase 220, well, most of it anyways.” His last words seemed to linger in the air as he paused for a moment. “After speaking to Ael’Riov t’Loen I have decided to hold our pursuit for the moment so we can reorganize our lines.”

''What?'' She wanted to shout at the image of the Khre’Riov but she knew it would be useless and that she would likely end up in jail somewhere for insubordination. The Federation was much more disorganized then they were. The best tactic would be to keep up the pursuit and crush the remnants of the Federation fleet assigned to this sector. Letting them get away would only give the Federation an estimate on the Romulan vessel count and likely render her original strategy obsolete. Instead of telling him that however she knew her place and just nodded her head. He was doing her a favor anyways by informing her of this impending blunder “thank you Khre’Riov.” It took a great deal of effort for her to smile. ''I will bear witness when they slit your throat for our future failure.''

“Jolan’tru.” The image abruptly cut out and was replaced by the Romulan eagle. Next to her Shiarkek muttered something under his breath.

“Do you have something to say?” Shiarrael asked him.

“No, it was just a thought. I should not have spoken out loud. Forgiv-” He started to bow his head but Shiarrael reached up and grabbed a fist full of his hair and jerked his head up.

“I am tiring of your fawning. Speak your mind or I’ll have your tongue cut out since you obviously have no use for it.” Shiarrael glared at Shiarkek who pulled himself out of her grasp and readjusted the collar of his uniform. The stupid expression on his face soured into a more rigid look. ''At least you don’t look like a fool now.''

“Very well Riov. I do not understand why we will not continue our pursuit. The Federation lines are in shambles. Their strategic infrastructure in this region was devastated the instant we took Starbase 220. If we wait here they will undoubtedly reorganize, at least enough to stop our advance.”

''Perhaps you are not as useless as I originally thought.'' “It is not your place to wonder it is only your place to follow the Khre’Riov’s orders.” Shiarrael pretended to dismiss his comments absently and returned her attention to the view screen. Sliding back into her command throne she quietly watched the scene. They were coming up on Starbase 220 and over a hundred warbirds were now moving into range of the massive facility. Broken bits of starships tumbled past the view. Shiarrael held a sigh. ''Surprise, mobility, audacity, and timing win wars.'' She thought of the ancient Rihannsu General tr’Naga whose writings on war and combat she cherished. ''We have lost all four''.

== Part II ==

== Part III ==