Laying the Trap
The Encounter 3X03
Location: Captain's Ready Room
Timeline: MD 2 1100 Hours
"So...how screwed do you think we are?" Farragut spun from side to side in his chair. He stared at the photograph of his home town hung on the wall opposite his desk. The picture was taken from Victoria Peak by his great, great grandfather. It showed the city at night with skyscrapers lit up with all manner of neon signs and arrays of LED lights. Ferries and freighters lingered in the harbor waiting for a port or passing through the channel. The lights of the city were so bright you couldn't even see the night sky.
It was overwhelming to tourists and new residents of the city. The city's clash of cultures and the war between traditional values and modern trends gave it a vibrancy unlike anywhere else on Earth. Greg would give anything to be back there rather than stare down the potential ruin of the Federation.
“I would say about as screwed as a Ferengi against a Reman in the pit,” Alidar replied. His gaze followed Greg’s to the city that looked reminded him of an alien Earth. “The crew is in good spirits regardless.”
"You ready to serve as bait in Patton's scheme?" Farragut asked. He forced himself to look away from the photograph and focus his attention on his friend.
"As ready as I can be," Alidar admitted. He didn't like the idea of having a parasite crawl around in his head and control him, but he liked the idea of those thing taking over his two homes even less. "Think you can manage springing the trap without me?"
Farragut waved off Alidar's concerns. "Don't worry. It'll only be a prosthetic. According to the Enterprise logs, it was enough to fool them once. Maybe it'll do the job just long enough to get you in contact with the leader," Greg said, trying to convince himself as much as his first officer.
Alidar nodded. "That would make things easier," the Romulan added. "I must apologize for the holodecks. They will be far less entertaining after today," it was a weak attempt at a joke. Looking at his old war comrade, Alidar asked, "When should I make myself available to them?"
"As soon as possible," Greg said. He rapped his knuckles on his desk for emphasis. "We don't know how this thing is going to shake out, Alidar. I may be incapacitated. You have to be ready to take over. You know what I'm getting at?"
Alidar simply nodded. Such things were never discussed openly with other Romulans, they were understood. "The Endeavour will make it out, one way or another," he reassured the Commander.
"Here's hoping," Farragut said. "Anything you want me to take care of if this thing goes south?"
"Just stop them here," Alidar replied, eyes fixing on Greg's. His voice carried a certain serious tone.
"Whatever it takes, Alidar," Farragut said with a solemn nod.
Commander Greg Farragut
Lt. Cmdr. Alidar tr'Seroht
Former Chief Science Officer