<USS Banshee> "Confessions"
- From: LtJvanDnalls@xxxxxxx
- To: ussbanshee@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Thu, 10 Oct 2002 16:51:17 EDT
Lieutenant J'van D'nalls made his way threw the mess hall of the
Cardassian vessel. The food, Cardassian fare of course, was not nearly as
appetizing as he had hoped. It was fine for them, but rather bland to
outright disgustingly weak to the human palette. Unfortunately, it was all
they had, and all they would get. It was nutritious, therefore, that is all
they were required to provide. He took a seat, and the others soon followed.
As he slowly choked down the gruel, he watches Captain Morrigan like a hawk.
Every move, every muscle the moved under her skin, ever bit of thought that
was portrayed in her eyes, they all were recorded in his mind. He also
looked over Cyanah. She looked better once she got the bit of blood off of
her face. She was so nervous; he could feel that from her. More then
likely, so could everyone else, without the need of any empathic ability.
Those guards had tried to intimidate her, and they had done their job.
Ah yes, the guards. They seemed rather surprised that a Federation
officer would know the traditional strike that was used to show dominance.
It was not the force of the strike; it was in the swing and the placement.
The guard that received it was humiliated, and those around him were stunned
into wondering how he could have known that little subtle piece of Cardassian
culture. Little did they know they were dealing with a man that made it his
job to know a Cardassian as well if not better then they knew themselves.
Their 'host', Tartock, was also quite surprised by some of his words. But
it was all true. If they were ill treated, the new Legit would be getting a
call from an old friend. One that he helped while he was just a resistance
leader. One that led a Federation backed raid on a dominion outpost that
held his family. One who's name is J'van D'nalls. As well, the idea of this
turning into an intergalactic incident was not one that any Cardassian wanted
to see. D'nalls was correct, if the Cardassians messed up, they would not be
given another chance, they would be invaded, and this time, they would remain
under occupation for a LONG time.
As they ate silently, they all seemed to be deep in though, all but
Davies. His eyes were darting around. He seemed like he was analyzing the
situation and getting ready to take action. Obviously, that wasn't the case,
but he certainly seemed ready. That was good, J'van decided, better to have
him on his toes then him not see something coming.
Now, was it the right time to talk to Morrigan? She deserved to know
that she was his Imzadi, but now? Wouldn't it overly complicate things on an
already complex mission? But then again, how could he keep this a secret?
She had to know, he had to tell her, it was as simple as that. Now? Later?
What if soemthign happenes? Never? No, it had to be said. He looked over to
her and made eye contact.
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