Interlude – T'Pal and holographic Tharek
by Lieutenant T'Pal & Cardassian Vi'kar Gul Tharek Getal
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"Arch!" T'Pal said. As it appeared she quickly determined that the owner had restrictive protocols in place to protect her programs, so she had to work around them. "Computer, I want to create an additional program. It will be saved under a different name. Use this path to save it," she said an tapped the console. The computer objected.
"Access is denied."
"I know, use this protocol to bypass the access," she said and tapped the console again. It should work. Thirty years experience in intelligence gathering came in handy at times.
The holosuite may have been state-of-the-art, but it had still been built from a commercial pattern, and the back-door code hadn't been disabled. "Access granted."
"Computer, create a data Padd". When it appeared she transferred data from the rod Isha gave her, to the Padd. "Good. Now create a character named Gerak, based on the following data." She used the holodeck Padd to interface with the arch console. That way there was still no evidence of the rod. "Add any information available on the Cardassian Ambassador Tharek Getal to create the character."
The compromised holosuite began to download the log of the Ambassador's recent adventure with the Borg Images from it flashed across the screen, providing T'Pal with physical profile, glimmers of his fighting style, even the exchanges with the bar's owner, who had been there with him.
T'Pal raised an eyebrow. This was indeed interesting, a hint of a smile touched the corner of her mouth. She tapped the console again, creating a separate file for the logs, which she saved in a similar path she had used before. "Integrate the data into a character as instructed and create a suite similar to a luxury room in the Hotel Mercurius," she said pragmatically, using a room similar to where she was staying, but not the same hotel.
She watched the person materialize and in seconds the person of Legate Tharek Getal, in this instance saved as Gerak, stood in front of her, while the holosuite changed to a lounge area of a large luxurious suite. Time to work.....
T'Pal remained on a bar stool, where she got seated as the room came into being, her robe hanging loosely about her, while she studied *Tharek* waiting for him to respond to his environment. "Computer, let this man recognize the name Gul Tharek Getal" as his own. She saved it under a different name to cover her tracks, but she wanted this hologram to be as close as possible to the man on the station.
The hologram of Tharek flexed it's shoulders and turned to face T'Pal. "Wow... You sure do look like you hit every branch on the weird tree." Tharek's hologram said, having one of his more humorous moments.
"I hit something alright, but it was not a tree," she said as she got up. "A drink?" she asked studying him.
"Kanar." He said bluntly. "The black kind."
T'Pal replicated the black Kanar and placed it in front of him. She moved closer and inspected him, walking slowly around him, not bothering about what and what not was revealed by the loose robe. "So you played with the Borg the last time you were here...and with the owner of the bar? which was more fun?" she asked matter of factly.
"I fought off a raging horde of Borg drones with a beautiful women by my side, both were equally fun." Tharek retaliated. He then looked up and down at T'Pal. "You don't look dressed for a diplomatic function."
T'Pal chuckled at his answer, "Charming" she said with sarcastic undertones. . "Look around you Tharek, this is not a diplomatic venue. I brought you here for different reasons," she said and walked back to the counter pouring herself I glass of dry white wine.
The hologram looked around. "Right. Well. I'm in a holodeck with you, and I don't know you. So, I'm obviously not the real me. Your more or less naked, and I think that I'm going to need more Kanar." He said as he swallowed the remainder of the drink.
T'Pal frowned somewhat. The hologram was not quite supposed to know that he was a hologram, she would have to look at the program, but she could work around that for now.
She handed him a refill. "That is so. I am a *security consultant*, contracted to test the safety of this station, including the embassies, dignatories, ambassadors, the list goes on. You are on that list," T'Pal explained. "I need to break into the embassy, your quarters, even attempt to assassinate you, or your security," she told him.
He laughed. "So, your asking me to help you break into my own quarters, my own embassy, and kill me and my staff?!"
"As far as I remember I did not ask you for your help and I have to *attempt* to assassinate you or and your staff, " she explained with exaggerated clarity. "I hoped that you were a strategist, but I was in error. Not even you could see this as an opportunity to sharpen you own security or at least prove me wrong, but like most of your race, you have an inflated view or your own abilities. It is a shame," the hybrid said dismissively.
Tharek moved closer. "Don't test me mutt." He stated. "My embassy is far more secure than any other place on this station. Fact." Tharek said taking the rest of the Kanar down in one gulp and throwing the glass. "I'm the greatest Cardassian strategist in this quadrant, and that is another fact."
"Really now?" she said ignoring his insult "That is exactly what Gul Goran Derr said too. You knew him?" she asked but not waiting for an answer. "You should, you studied together and then later you were posted together on Damlak 4....yes yes I know, but let's say I already know things about you, Tharek, things I should not know," she continued. "You know he is dead, right?" she asked.
"I knew that he was assasinated. Rumours say that they were ghosts of the planet seeking revenge, Obsidian Order sources say Tal Shiar agents."
"Right. He had a hooked scar on the underside of his left arm. Got it in training. He didn't want it treated, said it had to remind him not to underestimate a training exercise," she said in a conversational tone. "The rumours and The Obsidian Order's confusion were my doing. I killed him. And he had *impenetrable security*" she quoted the victim sarcastically.
The reaction wasn't what was expected. Most men or women that knew Tharek would think he would lunge out and tear her head from her shoulders, but he didn't. "Congratulations I suppose. Gul Derr was one of Cardassia's more talented leaders. But he was a fool none the less. I do not underestimate my security. I follow through on my claims."
"Yeah right," she taunted him a bit with a sarcastic expression. "A little more talented than you, if one looks at your pathetic posting," she now chuckled.
That comment on the other hand, did get the expected snap. "What? Pathetic posting? I'm one of the highest ranking Obsidian Order members to ever grace this sector of space! I have an entire fleet at my disposal, should I need it! I command the unshiftable loyalty of over ten thousand men and women!" He said, taking firm, heavy steps toward her. "And what are you! A mutt breed of two pathetic races taking the orders of anyone with enough Latinum! No purpose. No dream. Nothing."
"All those are irrelevant, shallow emotions, I have no need of them," T'Pal answered, a belittling smirk on her lips as she watched him like one would an insect. "Your ranting and raving does not impress me.... in fact they make you appear like the "mutt* you refer to in regards to me..." she said coolly, the smirk still present, arms folded across her chest.
"Shallow emotions? Emotions are what drive us. They give us purpose." He said, starting to circle her, like a predator around it's prey. "Emotions seperate the powerful from the weak. Look at my race, the Klingon's, the Romulan's, even a percentage of the Federation. All great empires, because they listen to emotions."
T'Pal realized that her indifference ticked him off, so even she could display emotion and lots of it, she did not. . "You are even more pathetic than I thought, Cardassian. Your race is in shambles. The Obsidian Order is a joke, and you strut like you are a mighty nation. You are conquered and the only reason you exist is because the Federation had mercy on you!" she said coldly. "But that is not the point," she she dismissively. "Your over confidence regarding your own security is. It was your race's over confidence that got you nearly destroyed. Seems you will make the same error in judgment," she said with typical Vulcan impassive intonation.
"Hold your tongue!" The hologram bellowed. "Cardassia is not conquered. No empire has defeated the Union yet, and none ever will. As for the Order? It's still the best information gathering force in this quadrant. My security follows Cardassia's example, and is rigid, deadly and immortal."
"Right," she said bored. "If the Order is such a good, no, let me rephrase... the *best* information gathering force.... how come they never found out that I killed Goran, or which forces took your precious prison 88," she smirked. "Enough of that," she dismissed him now with a wave of her hand. "So you raped the Romulan Ambassador, she said idly. She had input the additional information into the hologram's personality matrix earlier, so she waited to see how he would respond.
Tharek sighed. "The way the galaxy works. One person does something, which angers someone else, which needs retaliation, and so on. I retaliated. If you have a problem, I'm sure we can fix that now." He said, flexing his shoulders again.
The man was extraordinarily unreasonable, even for a Cardassian, in denial about Cardassia. There were serious internal conflicts. Some reckoned that elements in Cardassia were tired of receiving help from the Federation, others spoke of joining with the Federation, to mention a few. She would exploit that a next time. She shrugged. She wanted to feel his physical strength and was a good a time as any. "How would you fix it? Rape me too?" she taunted. To her that was a contradiction in terms, but the Cardassian wouldn't realize that.
Tharek's hologram laughed, realising what she was trying to do. He clenched his fists tight, making them go a sickly white colour. "Your good, but it'll have to be more taunting than that before I decide to tear your limbs and beat you with them."
"Pity" she said bored. "I was looking forward to getting a bit physical with you, I didn't realize I intimidate you," she said and turned her back on him, walking away.
The hologram stomped forward and grabbed the half-breed and swung her around, lifting her to his face. "I am intimidated by no man, no woman, no mutt." He spat through gritted teeth.
T'Pal still managed to smirk in his face, not phazed by his reaction. ~Impressive strength~ "You seem awefully upset then," she said and spat in his face.
Tharek blinked in quick repeat. "Bad move, mutt." The hologram stated, as it pulled back the strength in it's right arm, and hurled it into T'Pal's jaw.
What he didn't realize was that it was exactly what T'Pal wanted. She didn't try to avoid the blow, rather absorbed it moving her face in the same direction of the hit, using the momentum to propel herself away from him. "Not bad..." she said, rubbing the trickle of purple blood.
Tharek psyched himself up and flexed his arms. Aiming for the same spot again, he threw two more equally powerful blows at her face, and a singular shot into her stomach.
T'Pal flew backwards with the impact, crashing against a chair. The robe did little to cover her still naked body now, but that was not a concern for her. She needed to study this man and so far it worked. Hatred and was clearly readable in his eyes. In reality, he would attempt to kill her with no second thought.
Slowly she got up, straightening herself. Her body was hardened through more than thirty years of constant training and hand to hand combat engagements. "Did you know you drop your left shoulder a little more than your left...old injury, or it that your style?" she asked casually.
Tharek sighed. "Do we have to keep doing this? I can only go so long before I get tired." He said, as he stepped forward again.
A single hit to the gut, a punch to the nose, and a blow to the chest that would send a Nausicaan flying was what Tharek delivered.
And flying she did. A lesser woman would have had her ribs broken or at least cracked, nose broken and some internal injuries. T'Pal laid face down on the floor, bleeding freely from her broken nose and coughing. She had not fought back at all, simply allowed herself to be beaten up. When she did get up again, she watched the hologram carefully, wanting to be ready in case he came to kick her. "I didn't say you have to beat me up," T'Pal said as she pushed herself up. "But I did want to see which buttons to press," she continued. "Thank you for complying," she said, wiping the blood from her face.
"I've never had someone thank me for kicking the crap out of them. But I'm always happy to help!" He said, adding another fierceful jab to her face.
This one T'Pal blocked, seeing quickly that he had expected no resistance from her, grabbing his wrist in a painful grip and twisting his arm, bring her in closer proximity to his body. "Now now......." she chided and brought her knee upwards in the same movement, connecting hard with his groin. As he went forward, his nose was met with forceful blow of her own. "The mutt can bite...." she said as she stepped backwards.
Tharek got up in good time. Spitting the mix of saliva and blood onto the floor, he laughed. "Not bad... Not bad at all."
"I don't need your comments," T'Pal said coldly. "I have learned enough for today," she said shrugging and walked ot the console to save the information on the pathway she had created before. He was going to be hard to study, but she was up for the challenge. While crossing the floor, keeping her eye on him, she spoke over her shoulder. "Are you still under orders from the *Obsidian Order*?" she asked a calculated hint of sarcasm.
"I don't get given commands, I give them. I am the Order." Tharek said, making a gesture with both arms to emphasise his boasting.
This was too much even for T'Pal. "Interesting," she said suppressing a mocking chuckle. Even if his statement of grandeur was laughable, her response was still intentional. "So, the *Obsidian Order* gets posted on DS5? That must be a first... " she mused.
"I grow tired of your 'humour'. My reasons onboard this station are my own. " Tharek stated, wiping the last of the blood away from his jaw.
"Your own.... let me guess, the big boys at Cardassia think you are here for their purposes, but your are here for *Your* purposes. Wonder if they would like that...." she mused.
"I couldn't care less mutt." He said, obviously getting thoroughly pissed off.
"I am certain they would care... if they knew," Said the *mutt* with a meaningful smile.
"Bah! The Central Command doesn't care for one backwater station out of Federation space. They see no opportunity in it. I do!"
T'Pal smirked at his contradiction. "So you are saying that Central Command posted .. to quote you...." one of the highest ranking Obsidian Order members to ever grace this sector of space" on this backwater station? You said you have an entire fleet at your disposal and command the unshiftable loyalty of over ten thousand men and women!.... Come on.... Central Command must have a high regard for what happens here if they post someone of *your stature* here unless you are really meaningless...." she said. "And they will be very interested in you..... and your activities...." she said. They could be alerted easily.....let that information gathering *beast* investigate you....." she said shrugging.
"You are twisting my worlds and manipulating them to your will. You do not scare me dog, nor does your intention of handing me to my own government... Its rather infantile really." The hologram stated, finding the nearest chair and sitting down.
"I am merely trying to put context to what you are saying yourself...." she mused, pouring herself a glass of wine. "You have little plans here, right?"
"I have no intention of telling you anything, about anything. Get that into your thick skull."
"You have already have told me quite alot.....in any case, what would you know of the real Tharek's plans?" she asked with an arched eyebrow
"Nothing. My mind is as brilliant when holographic as it is in the flesh, and gives nothing away to nobody."
"You see.... you wouldn't know what they real Tharek is up to. However, you revealed to me that the real Tharek might have his own little agenda on the station, something I didn't know before. So for that, I thank you," she said with an unreadable expression "You also showed me how he views himself... "
"Your a filthy animal. Get out of my sight." He said, standing from his chair and making a dismissive gesture.
"Oh no.... you will get out of mine..." T'Pal said with a smirk. "Computor, end the Cardassian programme....and save it to the predetermined path..." she said and watch the holographic Tharek disapprear.
OFF
T'Pal
Security consultant of sorts
&
Holographic Cardassian Vi'kar Gul Tharek Getal
by Lieutenant T'Pal & Cardassian Vi'kar Gul Tharek Getal
Post Details
| Title | T'Pal and holographic Tharek | |
| Mission | Interlude | |
| Author(s) | Lieutenant T'Pal & Cardassian Vi'kar Gul Tharek Getal | |
| Posted | Tue Aug 31, 2010 @ 2:21pm | |
| Location | Holosuite at Boxes or delights | |
| Timeline | Back post: MD 29 |
"Arch!" T'Pal said. As it appeared she quickly determined that the owner had restrictive protocols in place to protect her programs, so she had to work around them. "Computer, I want to create an additional program. It will be saved under a different name. Use this path to save it," she said an tapped the console. The computer objected.
"Access is denied."
"I know, use this protocol to bypass the access," she said and tapped the console again. It should work. Thirty years experience in intelligence gathering came in handy at times.
The holosuite may have been state-of-the-art, but it had still been built from a commercial pattern, and the back-door code hadn't been disabled. "Access granted."
"Computer, create a data Padd". When it appeared she transferred data from the rod Isha gave her, to the Padd. "Good. Now create a character named Gerak, based on the following data." She used the holodeck Padd to interface with the arch console. That way there was still no evidence of the rod. "Add any information available on the Cardassian Ambassador Tharek Getal to create the character."
The compromised holosuite began to download the log of the Ambassador's recent adventure with the Borg Images from it flashed across the screen, providing T'Pal with physical profile, glimmers of his fighting style, even the exchanges with the bar's owner, who had been there with him.
T'Pal raised an eyebrow. This was indeed interesting, a hint of a smile touched the corner of her mouth. She tapped the console again, creating a separate file for the logs, which she saved in a similar path she had used before. "Integrate the data into a character as instructed and create a suite similar to a luxury room in the Hotel Mercurius," she said pragmatically, using a room similar to where she was staying, but not the same hotel.
She watched the person materialize and in seconds the person of Legate Tharek Getal, in this instance saved as Gerak, stood in front of her, while the holosuite changed to a lounge area of a large luxurious suite. Time to work.....
T'Pal remained on a bar stool, where she got seated as the room came into being, her robe hanging loosely about her, while she studied *Tharek* waiting for him to respond to his environment. "Computer, let this man recognize the name Gul Tharek Getal" as his own. She saved it under a different name to cover her tracks, but she wanted this hologram to be as close as possible to the man on the station.
The hologram of Tharek flexed it's shoulders and turned to face T'Pal. "Wow... You sure do look like you hit every branch on the weird tree." Tharek's hologram said, having one of his more humorous moments.
"I hit something alright, but it was not a tree," she said as she got up. "A drink?" she asked studying him.
"Kanar." He said bluntly. "The black kind."
T'Pal replicated the black Kanar and placed it in front of him. She moved closer and inspected him, walking slowly around him, not bothering about what and what not was revealed by the loose robe. "So you played with the Borg the last time you were here...and with the owner of the bar? which was more fun?" she asked matter of factly.
"I fought off a raging horde of Borg drones with a beautiful women by my side, both were equally fun." Tharek retaliated. He then looked up and down at T'Pal. "You don't look dressed for a diplomatic function."
T'Pal chuckled at his answer, "Charming" she said with sarcastic undertones. . "Look around you Tharek, this is not a diplomatic venue. I brought you here for different reasons," she said and walked back to the counter pouring herself I glass of dry white wine.
The hologram looked around. "Right. Well. I'm in a holodeck with you, and I don't know you. So, I'm obviously not the real me. Your more or less naked, and I think that I'm going to need more Kanar." He said as he swallowed the remainder of the drink.
T'Pal frowned somewhat. The hologram was not quite supposed to know that he was a hologram, she would have to look at the program, but she could work around that for now.
She handed him a refill. "That is so. I am a *security consultant*, contracted to test the safety of this station, including the embassies, dignatories, ambassadors, the list goes on. You are on that list," T'Pal explained. "I need to break into the embassy, your quarters, even attempt to assassinate you, or your security," she told him.
He laughed. "So, your asking me to help you break into my own quarters, my own embassy, and kill me and my staff?!"
"As far as I remember I did not ask you for your help and I have to *attempt* to assassinate you or and your staff, " she explained with exaggerated clarity. "I hoped that you were a strategist, but I was in error. Not even you could see this as an opportunity to sharpen you own security or at least prove me wrong, but like most of your race, you have an inflated view or your own abilities. It is a shame," the hybrid said dismissively.
Tharek moved closer. "Don't test me mutt." He stated. "My embassy is far more secure than any other place on this station. Fact." Tharek said taking the rest of the Kanar down in one gulp and throwing the glass. "I'm the greatest Cardassian strategist in this quadrant, and that is another fact."
"Really now?" she said ignoring his insult "That is exactly what Gul Goran Derr said too. You knew him?" she asked but not waiting for an answer. "You should, you studied together and then later you were posted together on Damlak 4....yes yes I know, but let's say I already know things about you, Tharek, things I should not know," she continued. "You know he is dead, right?" she asked.
"I knew that he was assasinated. Rumours say that they were ghosts of the planet seeking revenge, Obsidian Order sources say Tal Shiar agents."
"Right. He had a hooked scar on the underside of his left arm. Got it in training. He didn't want it treated, said it had to remind him not to underestimate a training exercise," she said in a conversational tone. "The rumours and The Obsidian Order's confusion were my doing. I killed him. And he had *impenetrable security*" she quoted the victim sarcastically.
The reaction wasn't what was expected. Most men or women that knew Tharek would think he would lunge out and tear her head from her shoulders, but he didn't. "Congratulations I suppose. Gul Derr was one of Cardassia's more talented leaders. But he was a fool none the less. I do not underestimate my security. I follow through on my claims."
"Yeah right," she taunted him a bit with a sarcastic expression. "A little more talented than you, if one looks at your pathetic posting," she now chuckled.
That comment on the other hand, did get the expected snap. "What? Pathetic posting? I'm one of the highest ranking Obsidian Order members to ever grace this sector of space! I have an entire fleet at my disposal, should I need it! I command the unshiftable loyalty of over ten thousand men and women!" He said, taking firm, heavy steps toward her. "And what are you! A mutt breed of two pathetic races taking the orders of anyone with enough Latinum! No purpose. No dream. Nothing."
"All those are irrelevant, shallow emotions, I have no need of them," T'Pal answered, a belittling smirk on her lips as she watched him like one would an insect. "Your ranting and raving does not impress me.... in fact they make you appear like the "mutt* you refer to in regards to me..." she said coolly, the smirk still present, arms folded across her chest.
"Shallow emotions? Emotions are what drive us. They give us purpose." He said, starting to circle her, like a predator around it's prey. "Emotions seperate the powerful from the weak. Look at my race, the Klingon's, the Romulan's, even a percentage of the Federation. All great empires, because they listen to emotions."
T'Pal realized that her indifference ticked him off, so even she could display emotion and lots of it, she did not. . "You are even more pathetic than I thought, Cardassian. Your race is in shambles. The Obsidian Order is a joke, and you strut like you are a mighty nation. You are conquered and the only reason you exist is because the Federation had mercy on you!" she said coldly. "But that is not the point," she she dismissively. "Your over confidence regarding your own security is. It was your race's over confidence that got you nearly destroyed. Seems you will make the same error in judgment," she said with typical Vulcan impassive intonation.
"Hold your tongue!" The hologram bellowed. "Cardassia is not conquered. No empire has defeated the Union yet, and none ever will. As for the Order? It's still the best information gathering force in this quadrant. My security follows Cardassia's example, and is rigid, deadly and immortal."
"Right," she said bored. "If the Order is such a good, no, let me rephrase... the *best* information gathering force.... how come they never found out that I killed Goran, or which forces took your precious prison 88," she smirked. "Enough of that," she dismissed him now with a wave of her hand. "So you raped the Romulan Ambassador, she said idly. She had input the additional information into the hologram's personality matrix earlier, so she waited to see how he would respond.
Tharek sighed. "The way the galaxy works. One person does something, which angers someone else, which needs retaliation, and so on. I retaliated. If you have a problem, I'm sure we can fix that now." He said, flexing his shoulders again.
The man was extraordinarily unreasonable, even for a Cardassian, in denial about Cardassia. There were serious internal conflicts. Some reckoned that elements in Cardassia were tired of receiving help from the Federation, others spoke of joining with the Federation, to mention a few. She would exploit that a next time. She shrugged. She wanted to feel his physical strength and was a good a time as any. "How would you fix it? Rape me too?" she taunted. To her that was a contradiction in terms, but the Cardassian wouldn't realize that.
Tharek's hologram laughed, realising what she was trying to do. He clenched his fists tight, making them go a sickly white colour. "Your good, but it'll have to be more taunting than that before I decide to tear your limbs and beat you with them."
"Pity" she said bored. "I was looking forward to getting a bit physical with you, I didn't realize I intimidate you," she said and turned her back on him, walking away.
The hologram stomped forward and grabbed the half-breed and swung her around, lifting her to his face. "I am intimidated by no man, no woman, no mutt." He spat through gritted teeth.
T'Pal still managed to smirk in his face, not phazed by his reaction. ~Impressive strength~ "You seem awefully upset then," she said and spat in his face.
Tharek blinked in quick repeat. "Bad move, mutt." The hologram stated, as it pulled back the strength in it's right arm, and hurled it into T'Pal's jaw.
What he didn't realize was that it was exactly what T'Pal wanted. She didn't try to avoid the blow, rather absorbed it moving her face in the same direction of the hit, using the momentum to propel herself away from him. "Not bad..." she said, rubbing the trickle of purple blood.
Tharek psyched himself up and flexed his arms. Aiming for the same spot again, he threw two more equally powerful blows at her face, and a singular shot into her stomach.
T'Pal flew backwards with the impact, crashing against a chair. The robe did little to cover her still naked body now, but that was not a concern for her. She needed to study this man and so far it worked. Hatred and was clearly readable in his eyes. In reality, he would attempt to kill her with no second thought.
Slowly she got up, straightening herself. Her body was hardened through more than thirty years of constant training and hand to hand combat engagements. "Did you know you drop your left shoulder a little more than your left...old injury, or it that your style?" she asked casually.
Tharek sighed. "Do we have to keep doing this? I can only go so long before I get tired." He said, as he stepped forward again.
A single hit to the gut, a punch to the nose, and a blow to the chest that would send a Nausicaan flying was what Tharek delivered.
And flying she did. A lesser woman would have had her ribs broken or at least cracked, nose broken and some internal injuries. T'Pal laid face down on the floor, bleeding freely from her broken nose and coughing. She had not fought back at all, simply allowed herself to be beaten up. When she did get up again, she watched the hologram carefully, wanting to be ready in case he came to kick her. "I didn't say you have to beat me up," T'Pal said as she pushed herself up. "But I did want to see which buttons to press," she continued. "Thank you for complying," she said, wiping the blood from her face.
"I've never had someone thank me for kicking the crap out of them. But I'm always happy to help!" He said, adding another fierceful jab to her face.
This one T'Pal blocked, seeing quickly that he had expected no resistance from her, grabbing his wrist in a painful grip and twisting his arm, bring her in closer proximity to his body. "Now now......." she chided and brought her knee upwards in the same movement, connecting hard with his groin. As he went forward, his nose was met with forceful blow of her own. "The mutt can bite...." she said as she stepped backwards.
Tharek got up in good time. Spitting the mix of saliva and blood onto the floor, he laughed. "Not bad... Not bad at all."
"I don't need your comments," T'Pal said coldly. "I have learned enough for today," she said shrugging and walked ot the console to save the information on the pathway she had created before. He was going to be hard to study, but she was up for the challenge. While crossing the floor, keeping her eye on him, she spoke over her shoulder. "Are you still under orders from the *Obsidian Order*?" she asked a calculated hint of sarcasm.
"I don't get given commands, I give them. I am the Order." Tharek said, making a gesture with both arms to emphasise his boasting.
This was too much even for T'Pal. "Interesting," she said suppressing a mocking chuckle. Even if his statement of grandeur was laughable, her response was still intentional. "So, the *Obsidian Order* gets posted on DS5? That must be a first... " she mused.
"I grow tired of your 'humour'. My reasons onboard this station are my own. " Tharek stated, wiping the last of the blood away from his jaw.
"Your own.... let me guess, the big boys at Cardassia think you are here for their purposes, but your are here for *Your* purposes. Wonder if they would like that...." she mused.
"I couldn't care less mutt." He said, obviously getting thoroughly pissed off.
"I am certain they would care... if they knew," Said the *mutt* with a meaningful smile.
"Bah! The Central Command doesn't care for one backwater station out of Federation space. They see no opportunity in it. I do!"
T'Pal smirked at his contradiction. "So you are saying that Central Command posted .. to quote you...." one of the highest ranking Obsidian Order members to ever grace this sector of space" on this backwater station? You said you have an entire fleet at your disposal and command the unshiftable loyalty of over ten thousand men and women!.... Come on.... Central Command must have a high regard for what happens here if they post someone of *your stature* here unless you are really meaningless...." she said. "And they will be very interested in you..... and your activities...." she said. They could be alerted easily.....let that information gathering *beast* investigate you....." she said shrugging.
"You are twisting my worlds and manipulating them to your will. You do not scare me dog, nor does your intention of handing me to my own government... Its rather infantile really." The hologram stated, finding the nearest chair and sitting down.
"I am merely trying to put context to what you are saying yourself...." she mused, pouring herself a glass of wine. "You have little plans here, right?"
"I have no intention of telling you anything, about anything. Get that into your thick skull."
"You have already have told me quite alot.....in any case, what would you know of the real Tharek's plans?" she asked with an arched eyebrow
"Nothing. My mind is as brilliant when holographic as it is in the flesh, and gives nothing away to nobody."
"You see.... you wouldn't know what they real Tharek is up to. However, you revealed to me that the real Tharek might have his own little agenda on the station, something I didn't know before. So for that, I thank you," she said with an unreadable expression "You also showed me how he views himself... "
"Your a filthy animal. Get out of my sight." He said, standing from his chair and making a dismissive gesture.
"Oh no.... you will get out of mine..." T'Pal said with a smirk. "Computor, end the Cardassian programme....and save it to the predetermined path..." she said and watch the holographic Tharek disapprear.
OFF
T'Pal
Security consultant of sorts
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Holographic Cardassian Vi'kar Gul Tharek Getal