A Pain in the.....

Posted on Wed Jul 3rd, 2013 @ 2:01pm by Commander Alexandra Vance

973 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: What Dreams May Come?
Location: Corridor
Timeline: Following Facing the Music

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Vance left York's office filled with frustrations and anger. The naivety of her commanding officer had come as a shock as she found it hard to believe any one person could be so blind as to how Starfleet Operations worked. While anonymity was a trademark of her profession it was common fact intelligence operatives held operational security a priority above all else.

Not only that she had also wasted a great deal of Alexandra's time asking questions she could have simply consulted Hunter for, she must have known Vance was not running point. She walked briskly down the corridor fuming.

"Quite the pain isn't she." said a familiar voice.

Vance stopped and gritted her teeth. "Morat you can stop with the mind games and save your cardassian poison for some one else."

"A mere scientist could not begin to understand the intricacies of the art in which we so magnificently execute. Her rules make her weak." Morat cooed.

"And your tongue will soon make you dead." Vance shot back.

"Come now Alexandra, my quarrel is not with you, infact I want to help you."

"There is nothing you can help me with slime. YOU are a monster simply living for your own satisfaction and for the suffering of others. Eventually your selfish ways will catch up with you." Vance replied coldly.

Morat laughed heartedly. "Spare me your lectures on karma, they have no meaning to me. We are not here to discuss my ways we are here to discuss yours....I want to help you reach your potential...to become the leader you were born to be."

Vance perked her eyebrow. "I am already a leader, I do not need YOUR help."

"You are but a passing thought Alexandra. A shadow to a scientist, a toy being passed around once the child grows bored, but I can change that." Morat replied in a snake-like tone.

"And you are a self-serving egotist living only to amuse yourself at the cost of others. I do not need your kind of 'help'."

Morat waved her index finger at Vance. "Tsk tsk Commander, resorting to name calling are we now? I would not be here unless you wanted me here, this is your mind after all."

"A mere lapse in judgement from exhaustion Morat. Your presence is not welcome not required."

"Very well, still I will say my peace and I will leave you to your thoughts...or rather your other thoughts..." Morat said with a soft laugh.

"Alexandra you know as well as I do this world, this ship is not for you. The only red meant for your uniform is the blood of the enemy, not the color of a bureaucrat. Their rules, their morals, their laws have weakened you Alexandra.

And we all know you work so much better on your own terms." Morat sneered.

Vance scoffed. "I am on my own terms."

"Oh really? Tell me dear Commander how a tongue lashing from a rock picker is part of your terms? How the brig is your preferred quarters. PLEASE Alexandra enlighten me as to how this is all part of a grand scheme you are conceiving in that intricate little psyche of yours."

"It is what needs to be done..." Vance replied flatly.

"NO, it's not. It is what you and those bureaucrats have dictated to be done, it is not what needs to be done. In order to achieve a goal you must be willing to do all that is necessary to attain it, even when the federation may not agree with the means."

"Commodore York is the Commanding Officer."

"Commodore York is as much of a leader as you are a counselor." Morat shot back. "You know what it's like out there. It's more than just comets and caves. You see the universe for what it really is and who is really in it." Morat said walking towards Vance and carassing one of her borg implants.

"She is blind...she lacks perspective."

Vance did not speak as she agreed with what Morat was saying as much as it unsettled her the scum was making sense.

"The Federation had their key to the 'final frontier' and they threw it away before they knew what to do with it. With you at the helm they could have been opened to new possibilities and a new potential...

A new power......"

"The Federation is a peaceful establishment." Vance said before being interrupted by Morat.

"Peace is a comfort made for a child, we all know there is no peace...not in this universe. Only the strong will survive. You cannot allow yourself to be dragged down by these....cowards."

"What would you have me do?" Vance asked wondering what Morat was trying to accomplish with the dialogue.

"I'm touched Alexandra, you would seek advise from me? A Cardassian? How droll...but it is you whom already know the answer to that question."

"This is not my ship...."

"No Alexandra, it isn't. The Niagara is yours Alexandra. It is time you take back what Kilus gave to you. What is RIGHTFULLY yours."

"The Calypso will pursue."

"Slight of hand Alex, slight of hand." Morat said with a slight smile before a flash sent Vance back to the vacant corridor.

Vance surveyed the area for any sign of Morat but found nothing. "Computer have their been any transports onto the Calypso in the past hour?"

"Negative."

"Computer have their been any vessels to arrive on the Calypso in the past hour?"

"Negative."

Morat had been truthful in that what Alexandra had experienced was some sort of dream brought on by the effects of exhaustion, but yet it seemed all to real. Had she been right? Was she a projected thought from deep within? Did she truly wish to leave the Calypso?

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