Mirror Nat chuckled. "We can wipe her memories of it and put her right back where and when she belongs. Speaking of which, if you don't want to remember us, we can do the same for you when this is all over."
"What guarantee do I have that you weren't planning on doing that anyways?" Krystal replied, crossing her arms across her chest. "For all I know... you already have at least once and I wouldn't know. Probably should get checked out in sickbay just in case..."
Mirror Nat shook his head. "It'd be impossible to find. We simply reset your mind to how it was at whatever time, so they wouldn't find anything except a few chroniton particles, but you'll have those anyway from the temporal transporter." He chuckled. "Besides, if we let you remember, you'll be more willing to help us later."
Mirror Nat gave Krystal a deadpan look. "Wow. Just wow. That's what you think of?"
Nat looked a little uncomfortable, and slowly backed away from everything, accidentally bumping into Sarah, then sliding over away from her too. "Awkward..."
And they got a rather irate, wet Trill female who had apparently been in the shower. Other than the scar on her face, she could pass for Krystal.
"Good timing..." Krystal deadpanned as her counterpart started throwing out death threats and harsh language.
"I happen to prefer real hot water showers," Mirror Krystal growled.
"Well... in that we have something in common. Can't relax if you're just standing there getting hit by sound waves," Krystal pointed out. "Now somebody get her a towel."
"At least somone has some decency here," Mirror Krystal growled as she took the towel and wrapped it around her torso. "If I wanted to have a little fun I'd go and find someone. Now what the hell is going on here and why is there another me standing over there looking all perfect and innocent? Must be my counterpart from the other universe. You had your way with her yet?"
"Shut up," Krystal shot back.
"Oh... getting defensive are we? Did I strike a nerve? Let me guess... he knocked you up?"
Krystal glared at her counterpart, wanting to actually punch that smug look off her face. She actually took a step forward, hands balling up into fists.
Mirror Nat held Krystal back. "Now now, the only things Krystal has done since we brought her here are being confused, sleeping, failing in simulations, and talking non-stop and saying mostly stuff we already knew."
"Huh... and here I was thinking she got laid," Mirror Krystal replied. "Now why am I here? One redhead not enough for you? If so, there are better ways than abducting me from my own quarters."
"Oh? That's it? Well in that case... shall we get more... comfortable?" Mirror Krystal said with a smile. "Perhaps we can work out some... compensation for my time. And for dragging me out of my shower without warning."
Krystal actually bristled at the idea of her counterpart being so... open about it.
"Take a cold shower!" Krystal snapped before storming out of the Transporter Room.
"You sure you didn't sleep with her Captain?" Mirror Krystal asked Mirror Nat.
Mirror Nat looked a little more serious. "Oh, that. Yeah, let's get you somewhere so you can dry off... and a visit to the quartermaster for something to wear, eh?"
Captain Nat and AU Sarah - I.S.S. Chronostorm, Corridor
Temporal Ambassador Televek/ club 47, Earth Spacedock
Sits at a secluded table at the farthest end of the club, looking at the drink in front of him, a Cardassian Sunrise.
He is focusing on his breathing, watching the slight ripples in the fluid as the music from the
club caused reverberations in the colorful fluid contained within the glass.
He reflects that they reminded him of temporal reverberations that ripple outward from a temporal event due to a causality.
A mathematical formula begins to form in his mind representing such a scenario. He blissfully becomes lost in meditative, mathematical concentration. The world around him falls away.
Is there something wrong with your drink Ambassador? A female voice asks, breaking his concentration, almost violently he becomes aware again, of the noise of the club and his surroundings. He looks up absently at a club waitress who happened to walk up to him while he was lost in thought.
"My drink?,.. Oh yes,.. Ah No,.. This isn't,... This is my first Officer's drink... Thank you."
"Your first officer? Did she leave you?" the Waitress asks looking around.
"No,... She asked that I watch her drink, Currently she is, how did she put it? Busting a move?...On the dance floor. Whatever that means." So as you can see, I'm quite fine. Thank you.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you then Ambassador,...But maybe, you'd like a drink of your own then?" She asks.
"A drink?" It had never occurred to Televek that he might actually participate in this pequliar human ritual. He had agreed to accompany his first officer, at her insistence, because she was relentless in her desire to get him off the ship once they entered Earth Orbit.
Their ship The Extinction Event, an Annorax dreadnought was being repaired after it took heavy damage in a surprise Na'kuhl attack.
Much to Televek's dismay, the damage was extensive enough to require several days worth of repairs on top of that, they had to wait their turn for the next available repair bay.
It was all very unfortunate and terribly inconvenient.
His briefings with headquarters, while extensive, only took so much of his time during the day.
Leaving him an unusual abundance of free time. There was just so many system checks, and looking over engineer's shoulders he could do before he impaired their efficiency.
If there was one thing Televek loathed, if he were to admit to such an emotional response in the first place, it would be unproductive time and inefficiency.
And since returning to Earth, he had been plagued, so it would seem, with an over abundance of both.
Televek strives for absolute efficiency in life, almost as much as he strives for absolute logic. He was a Vulcan after all.
So, Televek had been quite content working on the endless stream of reports one must make after a temporal incursion, meditating, purging himself of the emotional response he was having to this most disagreeable situation. Staying in his ship quarters in solitude, as he would most prefer.
But his Human first officer, would have none of it.
She just couldn't understand why he didn't want to take advantage of being back at Earth:
To take the opportunity to visit his adoptive Human parents, (a Human couple adopted Televek after his Vulcan parents had been killed at Wolf 359),
To leave the ship,
To visit Earth,
To tour the latest Starfleet experimental ship designs at the ship yards,
To visit the Vulcan consulate.
The suggestions to accompany her were endless.
She would stop buy frequently, giving him unnecessary updates on their repair time schedule.
Unnecessary, because Televek was on top of all that, and she knew that better than anyone.
Finally, Televek felt it necessary to ask her, if SHE was herself was alright.
She confided to him that the last attack had deeply troubled her, that she felt that their ship had been specifically targeted for some reason and that she needed to take her mind off of things, or else she would go stir crazy with paranoia.
Somehow, and Televek with all his intellect, could not explain how, she had talked him into this "excursion".
So here he sat, pondering if perhaps he should further his study into human social behavior, by perhaps participating in some.
His insights into human behavior, while more insightful than your average Vulcan, thanks to his unique upbringing, were still very much a work in progress.
"I'd appreciate that," Mirror Krystal replied, stepping off the pad finally.
***
Krystal just sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Just... bad day I guess," she said before looking up at Nat. "Guess this really is the Mirror Universe huh?"
Mirror Krystal accepted the invitation and headed out the door.
***
Krystal looked up at the ceiling.
"Problem is... it was a predestination paradox," she said. "The reason she was there was because of Hobus, and the reason for Hobus is because of her. But we managed to end the war by staying true to who we were. Not Genocide."
They arrived at some empty guest quarters. Mirror Nat motioned mirror Krystal inside.
***
Nat looked at Krystal. I know. I was there, don't you know?
Sarah looked at Nat. "In our universe, you were there. In there's, Nat would've been the guy ordering whoever ended up going in, so in their universe it was probably some other guy that got to travel to the past."
Nat looked to Sarah. "Apparently not their version of you, though. I guess it's not quite just a swap of us, huh?"
Mirror Krystal entered and alternated stretching arms to keep the towel from falling.
***
"Who knows," Krystal sighed. "So... you think we're gonna get that information out of her?"
Mirror Nat motioned to the closet, which already had Terran Odyssey uniforms (for either gender) inside.
***
Nat shrugged. "In time, probably. I mean, mirror Nat said that time doesn't pass in here like it does outside and that we don't age in this ship, so we've got infinite time to get the information."
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Nat looked a little uncomfortable, and slowly backed away from everything, accidentally bumping into Sarah, then sliding over away from her too. "Awkward..."
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"Lets focus on this please?"
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Sarah followed as well, as they started heading for the transporter room.
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Mirror Nat motioned to the transporter chief. "Our Krystal Jade, present time. Bring her here, now."
Mirror Nat pulled out his visibly 29th century phaser pistol, pointing it at the figure as it beamed onto the temporal transporter pad.
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"Good timing..." Krystal deadpanned as her counterpart started throwing out death threats and harsh language.
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"Well... in that we have something in common. Can't relax if you're just standing there getting hit by sound waves," Krystal pointed out. "Now somebody get her a towel."
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Sarah watches. "Oh my goodness why." She walks over to the replicator, gets a towel from it, and gives it to mirror Krystal.
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"Shut up," Krystal shot back.
"Oh... getting defensive are we? Did I strike a nerve? Let me guess... he knocked you up?"
Krystal glared at her counterpart, wanting to actually punch that smug look off her face. She actually took a step forward, hands balling up into fists.
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"Huh... and here I was thinking she got laid," Mirror Krystal replied. "Now why am I here? One redhead not enough for you? If so, there are better ways than abducting me from my own quarters."
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Krystal actually bristled at the idea of her counterpart being so... open about it.
"Take a cold shower!" Krystal snapped before storming out of the Transporter Room.
"You sure you didn't sleep with her Captain?" Mirror Krystal asked Mirror Nat.
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Nat turned to Sarah and they both nodded to each other, as Nat turned to mirror Nat. "We're gonna go check up on Krystal, ok?"
Mirror Nat nodded as a pair of MACOs came in, and Nat and Sarah went after Krystal.
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She then shifted her stance to a more serious one.
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Krystal was halfway down the corridor leaning against a bulkhead trying to calm herself down.
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Mirror Nat looked a little more serious. "Oh, that. Yeah, let's get you somewhere so you can dry off... and a visit to the quartermaster for something to wear, eh?"
Captain Nat and AU Sarah - I.S.S. Chronostorm, Corridor
Nat and Sarah caught up with Krystal.
Nat asked her "how you doing?"
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Sits at a secluded table at the farthest end of the club, looking at the drink in front of him, a Cardassian Sunrise.
He is focusing on his breathing, watching the slight ripples in the fluid as the music from the
club caused reverberations in the colorful fluid contained within the glass.
He reflects that they reminded him of temporal reverberations that ripple outward from a temporal event due to a causality.
A mathematical formula begins to form in his mind representing such a scenario. He blissfully becomes lost in meditative, mathematical concentration. The world around him falls away.
Is there something wrong with your drink Ambassador? A female voice asks, breaking his concentration, almost violently he becomes aware again, of the noise of the club and his surroundings. He looks up absently at a club waitress who happened to walk up to him while he was lost in thought.
"My drink?,.. Oh yes,.. Ah No,.. This isn't,... This is my first Officer's drink... Thank you."
"Your first officer? Did she leave you?" the Waitress asks looking around.
"No,... She asked that I watch her drink, Currently she is, how did she put it? Busting a move?...On the dance floor. Whatever that means." So as you can see, I'm quite fine. Thank you.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you then Ambassador,...But maybe, you'd like a drink of your own then?" She asks.
"A drink?" It had never occurred to Televek that he might actually participate in this pequliar human ritual. He had agreed to accompany his first officer, at her insistence, because she was relentless in her desire to get him off the ship once they entered Earth Orbit.
Their ship The Extinction Event, an Annorax dreadnought was being repaired after it took heavy damage in a surprise Na'kuhl attack.
Much to Televek's dismay, the damage was extensive enough to require several days worth of repairs on top of that, they had to wait their turn for the next available repair bay.
It was all very unfortunate and terribly inconvenient.
His briefings with headquarters, while extensive, only took so much of his time during the day.
Leaving him an unusual abundance of free time. There was just so many system checks, and looking over engineer's shoulders he could do before he impaired their efficiency.
If there was one thing Televek loathed, if he were to admit to such an emotional response in the first place, it would be unproductive time and inefficiency.
And since returning to Earth, he had been plagued, so it would seem, with an over abundance of both.
Televek strives for absolute efficiency in life, almost as much as he strives for absolute logic. He was a Vulcan after all.
So, Televek had been quite content working on the endless stream of reports one must make after a temporal incursion, meditating, purging himself of the emotional response he was having to this most disagreeable situation. Staying in his ship quarters in solitude, as he would most prefer.
But his Human first officer, would have none of it.
She just couldn't understand why he didn't want to take advantage of being back at Earth:
To take the opportunity to visit his adoptive Human parents, (a Human couple adopted Televek after his Vulcan parents had been killed at Wolf 359),
To leave the ship,
To visit Earth,
To tour the latest Starfleet experimental ship designs at the ship yards,
To visit the Vulcan consulate.
The suggestions to accompany her were endless.
She would stop buy frequently, giving him unnecessary updates on their repair time schedule.
Unnecessary, because Televek was on top of all that, and she knew that better than anyone.
Finally, Televek felt it necessary to ask her, if SHE was herself was alright.
She confided to him that the last attack had deeply troubled her, that she felt that their ship had been specifically targeted for some reason and that she needed to take her mind off of things, or else she would go stir crazy with paranoia.
Somehow, and Televek with all his intellect, could not explain how, she had talked him into this "excursion".
So here he sat, pondering if perhaps he should further his study into human social behavior, by perhaps participating in some.
His insights into human behavior, while more insightful than your average Vulcan, thanks to his unique upbringing, were still very much a work in progress.
He was after all, a Vulcan.
***
Krystal just sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Just... bad day I guess," she said before looking up at Nat. "Guess this really is the Mirror Universe huh?"
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***
Sarah nodded. "I'll be glad to leave, if and when we do."
Nat nodded as well. "I miss the good old days before the Iconians showed up. If Sela hadn't shot at them back then..."
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***
Krystal looked up at the ceiling.
"Problem is... it was a predestination paradox," she said. "The reason she was there was because of Hobus, and the reason for Hobus is because of her. But we managed to end the war by staying true to who we were. Not Genocide."
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***
Nat looked at Krystal. I know. I was there, don't you know?
Sarah looked at Nat. "In our universe, you were there. In there's, Nat would've been the guy ordering whoever ended up going in, so in their universe it was probably some other guy that got to travel to the past."
Nat looked to Sarah. "Apparently not their version of you, though. I guess it's not quite just a swap of us, huh?"
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***
"Who knows," Krystal sighed. "So... you think we're gonna get that information out of her?"
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***
Nat shrugged. "In time, probably. I mean, mirror Nat said that time doesn't pass in here like it does outside and that we don't age in this ship, so we've got infinite time to get the information."
Winning.