Beg, Steal or Borrow – Muddying Waters
by Commander Isha t'Vaurek
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Having no idea how long Isha might spend discussing cloaked ships with Tahir, Rh’vaurek did not waste his time waiting for Isha to return; he dressed and returned to the Consulate.
He closed the door to his office behind him, he hadn’t had a full night’s sleep for weeks and that did not seem about to change any time soon.
“Hholaer,” he ordered from the replicator, though its attempts to reproduce the flavour, aroma and stimulant effects of the Rihannsu equivalent of coffee were lamentable. Taking the cup between his palms he moved to the desk placing it down he eased himself into his chair and sat back, drumming his fingers on the surface of the desk; a wry smile spreading across his face at a memory too soon acquired to be considered nostalgia.
With a wistful sigh he pulled himself back to this night, it might be a beautiful daydream but it achieved nothing. “H'daen tr’Rehu,” he muttered, another Ra'tleihfi lordling he thought pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers; get rid of ninety nine percent of that talentless breed and the Empire would be a better place, the recently departed Verelan i-Llunih t’Iawaain being the foremost example in his mind.
Rh’vaurek drew Isha’s padd out of his drawer, the one Darson had given her. She had not yet asked for it back nor had Rh’vaurek accessed it. He could find out her husband’s date of birth easily enough, but then Isha would know he had looked, both at the padd and for the date.
Such theatrics were unprofessional Rh’vaurek thought running the night of the exchange over in his mind. Somebody needed to take that freak down a peg or two.
What was it she said? Not that night … no, an earlier night, with Isha alone, when she had decided to admit that she’d had coffee with Darson. Rh’vaurek closed his eyes and linked his fingers together – Isha’s voice, a little desperate at the line of questioning, then suddenly quite normal as if she was chatting with a friend over tea … then he offered to distract our paranoid Agent Gabriel – I actually got the impression that their relationship is barely cordial. It’s my guess that he’d welcome an excuse to interfere with whatever our Rihannsu despising intelligence officer is working on … .
Rh’vaurek hooked a finger into the handle of the coffee cup and lifted it to his lips, the liquid within was hot and too bitter but he swallowed the mouthful anyway and smiled.
“I wonder if that dislike is mutual,” he said placing the cup aside, “Let’s see if your instinct was right, d’Ishaal,” he said as he wrote;
Gabriel,
It may interest you to learn, if you have not already, that we have been troubled by the loss of an agent.
The woman in question is particularly dangerous being responsible for the death of the late Galae'Riov Kllhe, among other crimes against the Empire. She was due to be returned to ch’Rihan for execution. To defect was a decision made in desperation, no doubt, for she failed to provide for her children who are now in state hands awaiting her recovery.
We were most surprised to learn that her contact on your side was an eccentric by the name of Darson with whom she seems to have a prior connection.
We are sure you will agree that it is in neither of our interests to have her on the station or in his possession for longer than is absolutely necessary. The Ambassador intends to instigate proceedings but tge extradition process is a slow one. Any assistance you might give in securing her early return would be returned in kind.
You know where to find us.
Verelan Iawaain’s details are attached.
Rihannsu Stelam Shiar
OFF
Rh’vaurek Raedheol
by Commander Isha t'Vaurek
Post Details
| Title | Muddying Waters | |
| Mission | Beg, Steal or Borrow | |
| Author(s) | Commander Isha t'Vaurek | |
| Posted | Fri Jan 23, 2009 @ 9:37pm | |
| Location | Romulan Consulate | |
| Timeline | SD7 c. 00:20 (in paralell with 'Locate and Leave') |
He closed the door to his office behind him, he hadn’t had a full night’s sleep for weeks and that did not seem about to change any time soon.
“Hholaer,” he ordered from the replicator, though its attempts to reproduce the flavour, aroma and stimulant effects of the Rihannsu equivalent of coffee were lamentable. Taking the cup between his palms he moved to the desk placing it down he eased himself into his chair and sat back, drumming his fingers on the surface of the desk; a wry smile spreading across his face at a memory too soon acquired to be considered nostalgia.
With a wistful sigh he pulled himself back to this night, it might be a beautiful daydream but it achieved nothing. “H'daen tr’Rehu,” he muttered, another Ra'tleihfi lordling he thought pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers; get rid of ninety nine percent of that talentless breed and the Empire would be a better place, the recently departed Verelan i-Llunih t’Iawaain being the foremost example in his mind.
Rh’vaurek drew Isha’s padd out of his drawer, the one Darson had given her. She had not yet asked for it back nor had Rh’vaurek accessed it. He could find out her husband’s date of birth easily enough, but then Isha would know he had looked, both at the padd and for the date.
Such theatrics were unprofessional Rh’vaurek thought running the night of the exchange over in his mind. Somebody needed to take that freak down a peg or two.
What was it she said? Not that night … no, an earlier night, with Isha alone, when she had decided to admit that she’d had coffee with Darson. Rh’vaurek closed his eyes and linked his fingers together – Isha’s voice, a little desperate at the line of questioning, then suddenly quite normal as if she was chatting with a friend over tea … then he offered to distract our paranoid Agent Gabriel – I actually got the impression that their relationship is barely cordial. It’s my guess that he’d welcome an excuse to interfere with whatever our Rihannsu despising intelligence officer is working on … .
Rh’vaurek hooked a finger into the handle of the coffee cup and lifted it to his lips, the liquid within was hot and too bitter but he swallowed the mouthful anyway and smiled.
“I wonder if that dislike is mutual,” he said placing the cup aside, “Let’s see if your instinct was right, d’Ishaal,” he said as he wrote;
Gabriel,
It may interest you to learn, if you have not already, that we have been troubled by the loss of an agent.
The woman in question is particularly dangerous being responsible for the death of the late Galae'Riov Kllhe, among other crimes against the Empire. She was due to be returned to ch’Rihan for execution. To defect was a decision made in desperation, no doubt, for she failed to provide for her children who are now in state hands awaiting her recovery.
We were most surprised to learn that her contact on your side was an eccentric by the name of Darson with whom she seems to have a prior connection.
We are sure you will agree that it is in neither of our interests to have her on the station or in his possession for longer than is absolutely necessary. The Ambassador intends to instigate proceedings but tge extradition process is a slow one. Any assistance you might give in securing her early return would be returned in kind.
You know where to find us.
Verelan Iawaain’s details are attached.
Rihannsu Stelam Shiar
OFF
Rh’vaurek Raedheol