A Very Private Victory

Posted on 02 Aug 2009 @ 1:40am by

459 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: M2: Aggressive Negotiations
Location: Isha's Quarters
Timeline: After 'Romulan Rendezvous'

Nniol was right, he had been right all along it was only her own determination to do everything correctly that had prevented Isha from admitting it; she had sided with these yikh against her own people even when in her soul she knew it was wrong and already the Elements were punishing her for it, allowing that stupid, lumbering Klingon to publicly humiliate her for a second time.

She would not be summoned and dismissed like a servant!

As she threw herself onto her sofa she hoped that Geillun would find a way to contact her, then maybe she could begin to put things right.

It was the end, they were on their own. When they reached ch’Rihan the entire Praetorian Fleet could be ranged against the Freedom and Isha would not provide one word that might stop them from blasting it out of the sky; she would not help them again, not if that klivam got on his knees and begged her forgiveness.

If Isha ever met the person who thought it was a good idea to put the Houses of Illialhlae and Varal on the same ship she would not be responsible for her actions; some paper pusher, no doubt who lacked any understanding of the magnitude of such a decision, or someone more devious, who wanted wounds scratched ...

It was one of those internecine conflicts, the origins of which were forgotten except in the hazy recollections of few ancient survivors on both sides, but one that was somehow picked up with gusto by each new generation – the hatred became almost an instinct, the mention of the name enough to invoke outrage, though actual atrocities in the name of the vendetta had become few and far between.

Isha mused on that as her arm lolled idly off the edge of the sofa, for her husband Nveid it had been a simple fact of life, one prevalent enough that even while allies during the Dominion war he had refused to have any of his ships deployed alongside theirs, for Nniol it was more of an active pursuit, one he spoke of often in the early days … he had told Isha of this feud when they had first become friends, a good five years before her betrothal to his brother …

Isha closed her eyes as disparate memories combined. How could she have missed it?

She would wait until she was sure and until the right moment came, but it would be a beautiful way to strike back … “Thank you, Nniol,†Isha said as she began to laugh, “I told you that you would regret humiliating me, Da’nal.â€

The Elements were looking on her favourably again.

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Ambassador Isha e-Khellian i-Ramnau t'Illialhlae

 

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