A New History

Posted on Sat Dec 7, 2019 @ 10:04am by Commander Cullen Walker

1,473 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Nibiru
Location: CIO Office, USS Victory
Timeline: Just Prior to Launch

ON:

Walker walked into the office, "You got half a minute. I need your assistance with something." He was calm and in control. Because of the type of Security work he did, his demeanor wouldn't give the situation away, other than it was serious. For him, work was always serious.

T'Mira gave a nod. "Of course." She stood. "Would you like a drink?"

Walker nodded, "Cranberry grape juice." He pointed to the chair as an unspoken question.

"Of course. Please have a seat." She got a juice for him and a hot tea for herself. "How can I be of assistance," she asked sitting down.

Walker reached over and tapped a couple of keys on her computer. The room secured. A file was created on her computer. Everything said would go into that file for her. "What do you know about the Samantha Summers' situation?"

She stayed silent a moment. "I have been looking into her for a while. Samantha Summers, is a rather ordinary human. If you are speaking of her...claims to be Karee of the Tal Shiar, a duality of sorts, I have been examining that. It appears that there is memory impairment of sorts. I have spoken with her on one occasion. I have contacts within Section and the Tal Shiar I have put out feelers and hope to hear soon. I have also, when I found out, contacted Starfleet Intel and am monitoring the situation. They advised to take no action yet. I have had one of my staff monitor her movements." She looked at him. "Has there been a development?"

Walker looked at her, "Apparently, genetically, she is Romulan. She has declared that she wants to be Summers, permanently. A process is going to take place. It is questionable, but we have patient consent. I need to create a second file. We are going to pretty much clone Summers' academic records. This way, in her future assignments, the CMO will input her personal password and a specific password and know why she has Romulan DNA. This way her future Rank knows what happened if there are any issues." That statement alone was reason enough to involve SFI.

"I understand. I would still like your permission to look into the past of this Karee."

Walker looked at her, "The more we know, the better prepared we are, if this this goes sideways." He grinned. "Sideways is where I live. I don't like being blind." He took a deep breath. "Suppression of the Karee Engrams and filling in the blanks in the Summers overlay engrams in dangerous. For her, for us. High probability of failure. This isn't my kind of science. I am a touch people and make them cry kind of guy. I always have been. If this works, this will be a different Summers, similar to what happens when people come from other places." He was referencing things he had seen, but couldn't discuss, even in a secured room.

She gave a nod. "I have a call from the Tal Shiar rep I know. Would you care to stay for that?"

Walker nodded, "Nothing about the medical procedure goes to the Tal Shiar. Nothing at all. Details you can get about the original brainwashing program would be good. The more information the Doctor has, the better." Reducing risk was always a good thing.

She gave a nod. With a few swipes of her fingers and a few codes the Starfleet intel insignia shifted to the face of a Romulan.

"Who..."

T'Mira waived her hand. "He is here on my request. Do you have news?"

Walker grinned.

The Romulan man did not look pleased. "There have been some...difficulties. It will take more time to get the information."

T'Mira straightened her uniform and then leaned her hip on the desk. "I understand. It is a shame though."

"What is?"

"That our mutually beneficial friendship must end. If you cannot complete the assignment I sent you then perhaps it is above your grade."

"Now see here you disgusting Vulcan slime dog. I told you I would get you the information. As for our friendship, you saved my ass and now you are lording it over me."

T'Mira raised and eyebrow at him and turned away so that she was facing Walker. "How Romulan of me."

She turned back. "You should know, Vorek, that I do have other friends within your group. Oh...none of them higher in rank then you of course but that could change. I could change that."

The Romulan's ears perked up. "What are you threatening me with."

Walker grinned again.

"It would be a shame if one of them was to discover your .... working with the Federation and bring this to the attention of the Grand Tal Shiar Council. I mean... it would mean...their promotion for sure but you... well you would have some difficulty. Romulans have a way of dealing with treachery."

"You disgusting piece of..."

T'Mira straightened. "Choose your words wisely my friend. Get me that file. You have 35 five hours to deliver it. In case you feel I am bluffing the time went down to 30 hours." She turned to Walker. "Sir is there any other information we need at this point from my friend here?"

Walker looked at the monitor, "Genetic Records and Location for the Chalchaj 'qmey projects." He was a Walker. He didn't want him figuring out that Walker was from that specific line of Walkers. His father's ancestry were enhanced, a form of Eugenic Soldiers. He looked like The Children of Heaven, so he thought he would play that card.

T'Mira turned to Vorek. "There you have it. Let me leave you with some wisdom from the Ferengi culture. "Rule number 79. Beware of the Vulcan greed for knowledge." She gave a nod. "Always a pleasure. You have 25 hours."

"You said 30!"

T'Mira cut the com link. "Well that was productive."

Walker looked at her, "Pissing off Romulans is something I particularly enjoy." He continued, "There are a few things I don't like the Romulans to know about me. Things that someone wants or desires can leave them vulnerable, as well as things and people they care about." His need to control himself in the presence of his enemy was very Vulcan. "When he turns over the information, I would like you to pass it on to the Doctor. The stuff about the Chalchaj 'qmey, please give it to Sciences and Medical."

"I will do so. I always find these encounters to be unsettling. I believe I feel the need for a shower to wash off the slimy feeling I have." She said in an attempt to make a joke.

Walker reached over and tapped on her computer panel and unsecured the room, "I have a similar notion. Romulans despite being cousins, I know what they would do with me if they found me. It isn't as nice as what Klingon Women would do to me." Klingon women would make him father children. Romulans would cut him up to force him to reproduce what he is through experiments and dark, twisted sciences. "You seem to not have trouble with me being mixed race like the Vulcan Children when I was at school."

"Why should I have trouble with that?" She studied him. She held up her wrist with the IDIC symbol. "I fully believe the way of Surak that true beauty is Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations. All of the parts of you make you a whole and the person that you are. You are also family. I do not see the point of being troubled by your genetic make up."

Walker grinned, "Is é loighic tús eolais, seachas an deireadh. Éagsúlacht gan teorainn i gComhcheangail Gan teorainn." He only said Logic is the beginning of knowledge, not the end. Then he saidInfinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations , he said it in Gaelic.

T'Mira gave a nod. She turned and a wave of dizziness hit her. The room spun and she had to grab hold of the table.

Walker got up and moved around her desk to catch her, if she fell. "Are you okay?"

"Apologies. I have not slept well in days, nor am I able to meditate." She let him help her sit down. "I will attempt to take rest before the day is out."

Walker looked at her, "If I have to order you, I will. If it continues, I will want you to go to sickbay. If you need to, check my holodeck files, the OSensei file has the tea ceremony in it. It and the ritual katas can be relaxing."

She gave a nod. "I will do so. Thank you. I just need....time." She wondered if she should see the counselor.

Walker looked at her, "I don't want to make it an order."

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