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"Kissing Cousins!"

Author: Lt.j.g. Tyvek
Earthdate: August 27, 2386
Location: Warbird Algeron

Tyvek had put it off long enough and finally agreed to join Sub-Commander Rhea in her quarters for a drink of Romulan Ale. The vintage was potent as the bottle read 2286.

"Don't be bashful Tyvek. Surely a member of the Tal Shiar is not afraid of a woman." Rhea said as she grasped him from behind.

"The Tal Shiar? What are you talking about? I'm merely a Science Officer." Tyvek maintained.

"And I resemble the Praetor's daughter. You are correct that you are not Tal Shiar. The real question is who are you really?" Rhea said revealing a dagger to his neck.

Tyvek grabbed the dagger and easily overpowered the woman. Snap mareing her over his shoulder he threw her on top of the bed and then pinned her arms and legs down.

"Kill me!"

"I can't I need your help." replied Tyvek.

"Who are you?" asked Rhea.

"I am of the Tal Shiar. If you will help me, for your reward I will see that you are given command of the Algeron." Tyvek promised.

She was definitely in. Naive and in.

She was also very much excited with the young spy that was now on top of her.

"Let us seal our alliance with a kiss." replied Rhea.

The last thing she remembered was his lips touching hers.


Engineering...

Gunney had figured out how to power down the engine. Waiting for the engineers to exit he pretended to be just a lowly Ulan just coming onto duty. Looking into the temporal effects of the core, Gunney began his siphoning of the power.


Bridge...

The Romulan helmsman noticed immediately the power drain of the thrusters.

"Commander someone has taken control of the engine room."

"Sound the Alert. A saboteur is aboard." ordered the Commander of the Algeron.


On the planet...

The young Romulan female Tyvek had disrobed and stolen her rank was now awake and in search of revenge. Waking the other centurions, she and they scampered down the rode until they came upon the shelter Tyvek and his crew had been hiding out in. Apparently the power supply to the cloaking device had expired. Inside she soon discovered whom it was that had bested her and her stooges. Corporal Smith had accidentally dropped a tricorder, a Star Fleet issued 86 model.

 

 

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