Vanguard Log | Hidden Watcher | "An eye in the dark..."

Posted on Fri Oct 27th, 2017 @ 12:01am by Commander Thelin th'Zarath

Mission: The Round Table
Location: Apsha/Cold Station Theta

Stalking…

The figure in the darkness watched the monitor carefully as the ship he’d once commanded slid into orbit around Apsha, it’d been there a few times before, never staying for this long before, the scarred face of the watcher glowed in the light as he lay a hand on the chair of the man sat before him, “It’s not time, not yet.” he stated as he turned away and walked back to the centre of the bridge, the dim lighting revealed a vaguely Romulan bridge, difficult to make out in the darkness offered by the few lights offered while they were cloaked.

Sitting in the command chair bought the face of the man into a pool of light, the scars caused shadows to collect in them, the ears that peeked out from behind his black hair came to a strong, defined point, certainly befitting someone who would be sat on the bridge of a Romulan ship but the crew around him was definitely not, Humans made up most of the crew of this particular ship, they’d been well paid for their services and the man in the command chair had ensured they had a ship capable of getting him on top of his target before they knew he was coming.

Now he waited for the right time, he’d been following his target, hunting him, watching him and observing their communications and now he was going to have his revenge, the stage was being set for him and the intercepted communications from Apsha confirmed what he’d been hoping, Cold Station Theta would be the location he struck out from.

“Helm, set a course for Cold Station Theta, we have things to do and little time to do it.” the figure commanded as he sat back in the chair and bought his hands to a steeple before his chest.

=\v/= Cold Station Theta, Some Time Later =\v/=

Getting onto the station had been easier than he’d expected, these older stations had plenty of blind spots and his commandeered Romulan ship was hiding in one of them, they’d been able to de-cloak for long enough to transport him on board and he’d disappeared into the civilian population with ease. His first few hours on the station had been spent collecting the items he’d need to put his plan into place, he’d also been bribing the necessary officers and suppliers for both information and access, something was being planned and the Empress was due to attend, as well as a large complement of crew and officers, that meant that the target was likely to be in attendance too and that made getting to him much, much easier.

The hooded figure sat in the quarters he’d acquired, he was sat on the floor surrounded by a stock of holo-emitters that were due to be reinstalled in one of the state rooms used for larger functions, they were due to be installed in a few hours ahead of the arrival of the guests that would be using the space and he needed to get them reprogrammed so he could run his specially prepared subroutines at the right time. The audio he’d recorded was currently compiling on the console behind him and the occasional word could be made out from where he was sitting, choruses of “Liar,” were followed by a few unheard phrases before “Fraud, Imposter,” could also be heard.

Anticipation flowed through his veins as he continued to put his plan into action, he was eager to get it moving but he had to wait for the right time and all of this preparation would come into it’s own, each emitter had to work exactly as planned, it had to be perfect… he had to have his revenge…

(To Be Continued…)