Unseen Messenger

Posted on 24 Jun 2009 @ 4:16am by

725 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: M2: Aggressive Negotiations
Location: Brig
Timeline: After 'Contamination'

After they had gone Nniol got to his feet and brushed off his knees. A warm moist tang hung in the air, he flared his nostrils, the bloody Quilyr was in heat, he thought adjusting himself before sitting down; it could hardly be the other dry little creature.

Absently he rubbed the side of his neck where she’d taken the sample, his fingers shifting up to his ear which inexplicably had begun to ring, Incompetent bitch must have caught a nerve, he thought as it continued to buzz.

He sighed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his fingers linked loosely together; this was really beginning to piss him off. Where the hell were they? He wondered as the buzzing grew a little louder.

If one is going to hire three of the best was it really unreasonable to think that one of them might be capable of staying alive long enough to receive and respond to contingency orders … if they’d received the orders.

Fveirrolh was a conniving little shit, a flaw in the education his ‘parents’ had provided for him, Nniol knew that, but it would be a several years before he had acquired the support and status to try and make a move against him. Fveirrolh would have sent the orders as soon as Nniol was taken … so, assuming that the three had not got themselves killed during the attack it was only a matter of time before one of them made contact. Time that he was having to waste sitting on his arse and being abused by a half-Klingon.

She, he was going to have to thrash into submission.

His fingers curled at the thought. The Elements knew he was going to enjoy that … the look on her face knowing that she was beaten … there was something rather poetic about crushing the spirit of Klingons … well worth the effort it took.

It had taken weeks to break the first one, every day he seemed ready for more, then one day his hearts were no longer in the fight; something there, whatever it was in his animal soul that had kept him going through captivity had died and even though it took days more, finally even that spark went out. The creature had expected to die that day, Nniol knew that and it had been his original intention to kill him … but Nniol found people interesting, not for themselves, but their reactions … he became curious to see what the creature would do if he did not get his ‘honourable’ death so Nniol withheld that from him … and the whole process began again.

The buzzing in his ear heightened for a lancing second into a high pitched whine. “Vah'Areinnye!†Nniol swore clutching the side of his head as it settled into a murmur as it found the right frequency. “You’re a bloody genius,†Nniol breathed with genuine admiration as he realised what had happened. Leaning his back against the wall he let his arms drop loosely by his sides. He closed his eyes, listening to the softly spoken recording playing inside his ear.

Quite slowly a smirk spread across his features, Nniol stretched out his legs and folded his hands across his stomach - all was well with the world.

Unknown to him the second microscopic probe that Nerok had introduced to the brig performed a different function.

As T’Pal had dropped the shield it recorded the trace pattern of the code, determining the sequence from the heat signature left by her fingers and transmitted it in a single pulse to Nerok’s waiting padd using a signal barely distinguishable from those that the people working in the room were using.

It would repeat each time the field was disabled allowing Nerok to build up a pattern and to feed a predictive algorithm, just in case they planned to change it frequently.

Finally, and because it was inevitable that the probe would be discovered in time, it transmitted each record into the main core, straight to the directory of the Chief Science Officer where they would remain hidden until the probe was de-activated at which point a virus would be triggered and … well, when those records were discovered she would be as good a scapegoat as any.

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Nniol tr’Illialhlae

 

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