Nat'al motioned, and a couple of officers in Tal Shiar Uhlan uniforms released their restraints and stood guard around them.
"Now, let's get back to work..." Nat'al said. "Oh, and don't mind those guys earlier in those Republic uniforms, they were just to... make you more comfortable, I suppose. Either way, don't shoot anyone with a Tal Shiar uniform automatically, as we still use them."
Nat'tak just sighed and got up slowly, taking a few steps forward. "So what's your plan? What sort of resources do we have?"
Nat'al stayed silent, motioning for them to follow him as he walked outside. Nat'tak stood there for a moment, and one of the guards gently nudged him from behind with their disruptor whilst telling him to move, prompting him to start walking after Nat'al.
"We've been 'persuaded' into a secret mission comprising of tracking and finding who the Tal Shiar are working for now," Tressa explained. "I asked for you."
Reivf was taken aback. "Commander! You know how busy I am prepping our new ship and new crew!"
"Oh, you work too hard, Reivf. Besides, we've been stagnant on such aspirations for what seems like ever now," Tressa said.
Her Chief Engineer and First in Command was quick to set her straight. "Nope. I found one; a ship."
"You did!?" Tressa burst into a momentary excitement before fixing back into her Romulan demeanour. "I mean. You did, huh? What's the class? Where'd you get it?"
Reivf continued, "From the Republic, and the class I shall save as a surprise."
"You can't do that," argued the Commander. "I have to work out in my head what to expect on my ship going forward."
The other woman smirked. "Now who's working too hard? Trust me. When we get back, you'll have another burst of Romulan emotion. As for crew, I was able to secure several people, and we're now integrated with the Romulan Republic crew transfer programs. Basically, I did all the work and I should be Commander."
"A good commanding officer delegates," countered Tressa.
Soon, it stopped and opened up to a corridor. Nat'al walked out and took a left, going around a corner and arriving in a Conference Room with a number of officers already sitting in various seats, including Tovan Khev. Nat'al just glared at Tovan Khev. "I thought we tossed you out an airlock into a singularity," Nat'al stated, angry.
One of the other officers quickly noted the issue and pressed a button on the conference table, quickly beaming Tovan out into space, visible out the window, as he floated away, seemingly peacefully. Nat'al just sat down and motioned for the others to do the same. "Anyway, back to the task at hand..."
"The guy always manages to find a way aboard my ship," Nat'al replied. "We've killed him a ridiculous amount of times, but he keeps coming back. Even worse, we believe he may actually be serving on a large number of vessels at once, so they're probably clones."
"So we just keep killing him whenever we see him," one of the officers said, as Nat'al nodded to them in agreement.
Nat'al sighed and pushed a button his the table, bringing up a hologram of a planet, with an apparent Tal Shiar Adapted Destroyer in orbit. "This is the planet that we are going to reach and infiltrate. Their base is somewhere here, which we have have to beam down to, undetected, and find evidence of whomever the Tal Shiar are now working for."
"It's not actually that simple, is it?" Nat'tak asked, surprised.
"It's all I've got," Nat'al replied. "Getting past or through the patrols won't be any difficult, but we know nothing of the base below, so we will have to run scans when we arrive and figure it out from there."
Nat'tak nodded as well, and Nat'al got up. "Well, I guess that's it. Back to your stations, people."
The other officers got up and left, and Nat'al turned to the remainders. "Follow me," he said, walking out. Nat'tak followed, and they took a turn into another room, evidently the bridge. Nat'al spotted Tovan Khev sitting in one of the officer's chairs and shot him, almost routinely, and pushed him aside onto the floor, prompting one of the guards to drag his body away elsewhere. Nat'al sat down in his command chair and turned to Nat'tak and the others. "It shouldn't be long now before we arrive. Sit down, if you want. Or don't, it doesn't really matter," Nat'al said, motioning to a couple of chairs behind his command chair, as well as the recently Khev-vacated seat to his right.
Nat'tak sat down at the empty presumed first officer's seat, somehow prompting the accompanying console to go blank.
"...and a lot of information at my fingertips," Nat'al replied, evidently implying the vast intelligence agency he was supposedly working for... or possibly in charge of.
"So if you don't work for the Tal Shiar, nor the Republic..." Nat'tak stated, curious. "Who do you work for? Do you have some kind of organization?"
"Klingon-Romulan Intelligence," Nat'al replied. "You'll never find it in any records or intelligence databases, because it doesn't reallyexist. Only we and our allies among a certain Klingon Great House have even heard rumors, and even fewer know of it's name."
"So like the Federation's Section 31," Nat'tak replied, "except hardly anyone knows about it."
"Any relation to Republic Intelligence? Commander Mena is constantly giving out missions," Tressa said, by way of ire. "Tal'Mera, on the other hand, always kept it light. I appreciate her."
Tressa shrugged. "I suppose that's true. But how many rules are there with the Republic to begin with? We're barely just getting onto our feet."
BEEP, BEEP! Suddenly, Reivf's tricorder received a long range single over subspace. She gritted her teeth, realizing she forgot to silence it. Taking it out and reading it, she said to Tressa while holding in her true reaction, "Huh. Well, then."
"Reivf," the Commander said in a warning tone. "What did you get?"
Trying to suppress her own tone, she replied, "Uh, well, you know that ship I was preparing? Well, it seems it's just been launched. Which is strange, because it was coded to be commanded by only you."
"Well, great," Tressa sighed. "And I'm stuck on this mission. We'll have to investigate when we get back."
Tressa watched Reivf shrug. "Hey, you guys transported me here without warning. The job I was working on, which I have suddenly disappeared from, was prepping Commander Tressa's new ship and crew. It seems they've completed and launched without us."
"You said you didn't have a crew..." Nat'al replied. "There's no sensible reason for a non-existent crew to prep and launch a ship without her captain or first officer. Clearly, she's been stolen, or they're coming after us."
"Oh, I found a crew," Reifv smirked, proud of herself. "As soon as you were off the radar, applicants just poured on in."
Tressa nodded, before realizing her implications. "Wait. That means people were avoiding me? Damn. I didn't think reputations could precede people. This'll take some serious introspection."
Nat'al rolled his eyes and turned back to the viewscreen, while the guards around carefully eyed Nat'tak, Tressa, and Reifv. The viewscreen showed a planet they were approaching from afar, and the helmsman turned to Nat'al.
"I see it," Nat'al stated before the helmsman could speak up. "We're here."
Tressa sat up, ignoring the guards and watching as the ship neared the planet. With her last mission driving her old crew away from her, she knew she'd have to be careful with how she conducted herself here. At least, at this point, she wasn't in command of anyone. But then again, with the unintended launch of her new ship, somehow, and likely crew of Reifv's rebels, perhaps she was.
A trio of presumed Tal Shiar T'Varo class warbirds appeared on the viewscreen, approaching the Natius, as Nat'al's vessel, still cloaked, generated a gravity well in the middle of the group, eventually crushing their vessels without leaving any trace of their presence, nor that of the infiltrating vessel.
Nat'tak watched closely as they neared the planet and the ominous Mandukar class destroyer in orbit. The science officer worked at his station, and turned to Nat'al. "We cannot run detailed scans without being detected, but I am almost certain that we should be able to--"
"Almost certain?" Nat'al asked sternly.
The science officer worked a little longer. "Certain, general. I have a location we can beam down to without being detected."
"Yes we shall," replied Nat'al, getting up and walking out followed by a guard, then Nat'tak, then another guard. Two more guards motioned for Tressa and Reifv to follow, evidently intending to escort them.
"Now, let's get back to work..." Nat'al said. "Oh, and don't mind those guys earlier in those Republic uniforms, they were just to... make you more comfortable, I suppose. Either way, don't shoot anyone with a Tal Shiar uniform automatically, as we still use them."
Nat'tak just sighed and got up slowly, taking a few steps forward. "So what's your plan? What sort of resources do we have?"
Nat'al stayed silent, motioning for them to follow him as he walked outside. Nat'tak stood there for a moment, and one of the guards gently nudged him from behind with their disruptor whilst telling him to move, prompting him to start walking after Nat'al.
Winning.
"We've been 'persuaded' into a secret mission comprising of tracking and finding who the Tal Shiar are working for now," Tressa explained. "I asked for you."
Reivf was taken aback. "Commander! You know how busy I am prepping our new ship and new crew!"
"Oh, you work too hard, Reivf. Besides, we've been stagnant on such aspirations for what seems like ever now," Tressa said.
Her Chief Engineer and First in Command was quick to set her straight. "Nope. I found one; a ship."
"You did!?" Tressa burst into a momentary excitement before fixing back into her Romulan demeanour. "I mean. You did, huh? What's the class? Where'd you get it?"
Reivf continued, "From the Republic, and the class I shall save as a surprise."
"You can't do that," argued the Commander. "I have to work out in my head what to expect on my ship going forward."
The other woman smirked. "Now who's working too hard? Trust me. When we get back, you'll have another burst of Romulan emotion. As for crew, I was able to secure several people, and we're now integrated with the Romulan Republic crew transfer programs. Basically, I did all the work and I should be Commander."
"A good commanding officer delegates," countered Tressa.
Winning.
One of the other officers quickly noted the issue and pressed a button on the conference table, quickly beaming Tovan out into space, visible out the window, as he floated away, seemingly peacefully. Nat'al just sat down and motioned for the others to do the same. "Anyway, back to the task at hand..."
Winning.
"So we just keep killing him whenever we see him," one of the officers said, as Nat'al nodded to them in agreement.
Winning.
"It's not actually that simple, is it?" Nat'tak asked, surprised.
"It's all I've got," Nat'al replied. "Getting past or through the patrols won't be any difficult, but we know nothing of the base below, so we will have to run scans when we arrive and figure it out from there."
Winning.
The other officers got up and left, and Nat'al turned to the remainders. "Follow me," he said, walking out. Nat'tak followed, and they took a turn into another room, evidently the bridge. Nat'al spotted Tovan Khev sitting in one of the officer's chairs and shot him, almost routinely, and pushed him aside onto the floor, prompting one of the guards to drag his body away elsewhere. Nat'al sat down in his command chair and turned to Nat'tak and the others. "It shouldn't be long now before we arrive. Sit down, if you want. Or don't, it doesn't really matter," Nat'al said, motioning to a couple of chairs behind his command chair, as well as the recently Khev-vacated seat to his right.
Nat'tak sat down at the empty presumed first officer's seat, somehow prompting the accompanying console to go blank.
Winning.
Winning.
"So if you don't work for the Tal Shiar, nor the Republic..." Nat'tak stated, curious. "Who do you work for? Do you have some kind of organization?"
"Klingon-Romulan Intelligence," Nat'al replied. "You'll never find it in any records or intelligence databases, because it doesn't reallyexist. Only we and our allies among a certain Klingon Great House have even heard rumors, and even fewer know of it's name."
"So like the Federation's Section 31," Nat'tak replied, "except hardly anyone knows about it."
"I guess," Nat'al replied.
Winning.
Winning.
Winning.
BEEP, BEEP! Suddenly, Reivf's tricorder received a long range single over subspace. She gritted her teeth, realizing she forgot to silence it. Taking it out and reading it, she said to Tressa while holding in her true reaction, "Huh. Well, then."
"Reivf," the Commander said in a warning tone. "What did you get?"
Trying to suppress her own tone, she replied, "Uh, well, you know that ship I was preparing? Well, it seems it's just been launched. Which is strange, because it was coded to be commanded by only you."
"Well, great," Tressa sighed. "And I'm stuck on this mission. We'll have to investigate when we get back."
Winning.
Winning.
Tressa nodded, before realizing her implications. "Wait. That means people were avoiding me? Damn. I didn't think reputations could precede people. This'll take some serious introspection."
"I see it," Nat'al stated before the helmsman could speak up. "We're here."
Winning.
Nat'tak watched closely as they neared the planet and the ominous Mandukar class destroyer in orbit. The science officer worked at his station, and turned to Nat'al. "We cannot run detailed scans without being detected, but I am almost certain that we should be able to--"
"Almost certain?" Nat'al asked sternly.
The science officer worked a little longer. "Certain, general. I have a location we can beam down to without being detected."
Winning.
Winning.