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2372-2374; "Keith's Story" - Empok Nor Fanfic
2372-2374; "Keith's Story"
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Apr. 14th, 2006 | 10:15 pm
This is a fanfic about Keith's past, and what led up to his parents' deaths, and Section 31's actions against him.
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Apr. 15th, 2006 02:26 am (UTC)
September 1st, 2374:
, Ugarios System
The transport ship shook as its engines completely failed. It threw its civilian passengers out of its seats, briefly, before the momentum stabilized slightly and took the ship off course. The ship was supposed to take ten families and two couples to the beautiful vacation world of Ugarios VII. Reila and Valo Braise had just discovered that Reila was pregnant, and as soon as they saw an ad for the vacation planet, Ugarios VII, they thought they should celebrate by taking a family vacation. But instead of heading to Ugarios VII, the Romany was now hurtling toward the turbulent Ugarios IV.
Reila Braise got up from her seat, and told her son Keith and husband Valo to stay put while she investigated what was going on. She, being a Starfleet security officer, up for promotion to Lieutenant Commander fairly soon, was carrying a phaser and identification. The passengers were starting to panic, being mostly civilians. She held up her identification, and said,
“Everyone stay calm. I’m going to find out what’s going on. Please stay in your seats and fasten your safety restraints.”
She didn’t know if they complied or not as she put her identification back in her pocket and drew her phaser. She opened the door to the passenger compartment, sincerely hoping her worst fears weren’t about to be proven true. They wouldn’t strike here, not on a ship with so many civilians. Would they? As the door opened, a man slumped to her feet, clearly having been supported by the door. He was dead, and her stomach churned as she saw how he was killed. A disruptor shot to the head, through and through. She moved to the side of the door, taking cover, and attempting to close the door to the passenger compartment. No such luck.
a man dressed in all black said as he stepped through the door and held it open. She was stuck…there was no effective cover around her. And he had a disruptor, she only a phaser. If she shot, he’d shoot back, and since hers was on stun, she didn’t want to take chances with this man’s disruptor.
Once the passengers saw the man, or more accurately once they saw his disruptor, they assumed he was a pirate and started scrambling for cover. Valo swept his three-year-old son Keith up in his arms and shoved him under the seat, crouching over him to protect him.
“What do you want with these people? They’re civilians—they’ve done nothing,”
Reila said, her voice wavering slightly. She didn’t know what he was capable of…she didn’t want to. She thought only of her son and husband, innocents in this entire thing. Valo had no security training…just standard Starfleet self defense courses, and Keith was just a baby…
“On the contrary, two of the occupants here are acquaintances of mine. One is carrying a very important piece of information that we need. But he was a nuisance, and has been dealt with.”
He indicated the dead man on the floor.
“The pilot of this ship was much more than a simple civilian who gives candy to child passengers,”
he explained. Reila’s eyes widened. The man had been mixed up with these bastards…he had given a piece of hard candy to her son. Was it safe?
She couldn’t believe she was actually thinking about the safety of a piece of candy at this time. She shoved the thoughts out of her head, and turned her attention to the man who was now pointing the disruptor roughly level with her neck.
Apr. 15th, 2006 02:28 am (UTC)
“The second occupant is you. Lieutenant Reila Braise, married to Lieutenant Valo Braise, one child: Keith, three years old. You certainly remember me, Reila?”
Reila raised an eyebrow. How could she forget?
“I’ll take that as a yes. You didn’t do as I asked. Why? No, never mind—don’t answer that. I don’t care. In a short while it won’t matter.”
He beckoned one of his men to come over. A man probably about 6 feet 8 or so, 250 lbs, came over dressed in all black and shouldering a type II standard Starfleet phaser rifle.
“Collect the passengers’ money and valuable belongings.”
The huge man nodded, and silently went to rob the passengers. Reila looked confused, and the man with the disruptor said,
“Wouldn’t want Starfleet security to think we were anything more than pirates with horrible engineering skills, would we?”
“You’re going to crash the ship,”
The man didn’t answer. Instead, he looked over to where Valo and Keith were huddling.
“My Gods…no, let them go! They haven’t done anything!”
The man smiled at her.
“True, they haven’t done anything. But your husband’s a security risk. As are you.”
In ten years of working in security, in at least thirty-five shootouts and ground-pounding during the Dominion war for six months, in all that time, Reila had never froze. She froze now. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t move, and being half Betazoid, she was projecting her paralyzing fear so much that her husband, a Bajoran, was able to psychically link to her as only a life-mate could. He looked at his son for a split second, and made one of the hardest decisions of his life. He left his son as he leapt up, tackling the man in front of Reila.
Valo was pulled off of the man in a matter of seconds by a man who didn’t look quite human…and didn’t look alien either. Almost as if he were being controlled with a remote from somewhere…
The ‘alien’ slammed Valo into the bulkhead nearby while the passengers screamed in terror. They were all either under the seats, shaking in fear, or hopelessly struggling with the enormous man who was taking their valuables.
Keith saw his daddy get hurt and ran out from under the seat, and began to kick at the knees of the man holding Valo. Meanwhile, Reila’s acquaintance got up and, with much annoyance showing on his face, lifted the little boy up and held him out so that his swinging legs didn’t touch him.
“This is getting irritating,”
he said, and indicated that the large man robbing the passengers should come join them by the door. Once he was there, he slung his phaser rifle over his shoulder and dropped the bag with the valuables in it, still not saying a word.
“Take the boy,”
the man ordered him.
“We’re all going to the cockpit where it’s *quiet*.”
With that, the three ‘pirates’ led the Braise family to the cockpit, and shut the door behind them as the ship continued on its collision course with Ugarios IV.
August 2nd 2372: Betazed Intelligence HQ, Betazed.
Reila walked alongside Director Rorca as they headed for the conference room, taking a secure corridor to give them the chance to speak.
“Sir, I don’t know if I believe this is in Betazed’s best interests. The Dominion isn’t on top of us yet. We’ve got time to mount a capable defense.”
“I don’t believe that’s true. And what they’re offering seems more helpful than anything Starfleet has offered. How can you condone passing up the kind of protection they’re offering? And when it’s over, I have every confidence they will disappear.”
“I don’t, Sir,”
Reila said after a moment’s hesitation.
“And as a Starfleet officer, I feel the need to protect this world from harm. I don’t know how ‘safe’ they seem to be.”
“Are you telling me you’d be unwilling to work with us, as the Starfleet officer dispatched to assist with our security measures?”
“No, Sir, I’m not. I just want you to carefully consider what you’re about to do. From where I stand, it doesn’t seem as though people like these *ever* go away after you’ve become involved with them.”
Apr. 15th, 2006 02:28 am (UTC)
He stopped in the corridor.
“You’ve got a baby at home, Reila,”
he said softly.
“If you’re unwilling to take a risk of getting involved with them, then I’d be willing to ask Starfleet for another officer. I can tell you what that would mean for your career. It’s up to you.”
He was asking her to choose her personal safety, and the safety of her family, or her career. Before she could answer, he said,
“Cooperative Starfleet officers often get promoted, Reila. And higher-ranking Starfleet officers get access to very hefty security measures. Your family would be protected. I can’t say what would happen if you don’t cooperate.”
What did he know of Starfleet? He was director of Betazed Intelligence, not Starfleet Affairs. But as Reila thought about it, she realized he wasn’t attempting to warn her about career decisions. He had something else in mind.
“Are you threatening me, Director?”
He stared at her.
“I would never threaten you, Reila,”
he said, his voice deadpan. But he was Betazoid, and so was she. He was blocking emotions from her. And in her line of work, when someone attempted to hide something, it usually pointed to guilt.
she said carefully.
“But I want full protection for Keith and Valo.”
“You’ll have it. Reila, you’ve done Betazed and my organization a very good deed today.”
He was silent as he walked away, counting on the fact that she would follow, but not say anything.
She stared at him, completely silent, for the remainder of their walk to the conference room. So he was a member of this group as well. They had people on Betazed? They had people in Betazed Intelligence? The *director* was in this organization…how far reaching were they?
October 3rd, 2373: Starbase 12; Debriefing Room 7
Valo walked with his little two-year-old son Keith, holding his tiny hand as the boy toddled beside him.
“We’re going to meet Mommy, Keith,”
“She just had a big meeting about her mission. Now she had to do very hard things on the mission, and she’s very tired now. So you have to let her sleep when she comes home.”
Keith didn’t really understand everything his Daddy had said. Just that his Mommy was finally coming home. He had missed her very much while she was away. And his Daddy had explained to him a while ago that she had gotten hurt, but would be okay. That had scared him. He wanted to see her and make her feel better, but his Daddy said they wouldn’t let them go see her yet. Not until after the debriefing.
After the debriefing, the doctors were confident, Reila’s arm would be completely healed and she would have learned to use her two bionic fingers with flawless skill. She didn’t want to scare her son, and so had chosen not to see him until two weeks after she was admitted to StarMed’s most secure wing.
Now, she was extremely eager to see him. She picked up her PADD after the debriefing was over, and walked out of the room. As soon as she saw him and Valo waiting for her, she ran up to him and swept him up in her arms.
“Oh, Keith, I’m so happy to see you!”
Apr. 15th, 2006 02:29 am (UTC)
He hugged her back as she squeezed him close to her, and kissed his little head. She projected nothing but good emotions to the little boy, and he was doing the same. Valo beamed as he saw his wife so happy. She had been miserable these last two weeks, especially when she first saw him after she was admitted to StarMed. He had been so upset and worried for her when he heard what happened, and so disturbed (even though he tried not to show it) when he first saw her injured in the hospital, that she projected nothing but guilt. He couldn’t pick up on her emotions—only her transmitted thoughts, through their mental link. But he knew she was feeling guilty simply from the look on her face, and had wondered why.
She held Keith, and Valo reached down to kiss her.
“He was a very good boy,”
he said when they were done.
“He missed you a lot, though.”
“I missed him a lot too,”
she said, looking at her son.
“But I’m very happy I’m going home now, Keith. I love you so very much.”
“I love you too,”
Keith said with a smile. He was so happy to see his Mommy happy. She didn’t look hurt to him.
That night, when Keith went to sleep, Reila and Valo sat on their couch in their quarters. Valo wasn’t going to force his wife to talk about what had happened, or explain why she couldn’t tell him certain things. He was just happy to have her home, finally. But Reila felt she owed him an explanation. And hoped to Gods she didn’t end up endangering him by telling him.
“Valo…we need to talk.”
He was silent, but listening.
“My last mission wasn’t a very easy one.”
he said softly.
“There are some things you don’t know.”
“It’s classified, and I don’t have clearance. I understand.”
“The thing is…it’s not classified under any Starfleet directive. This is different.”
Once more he was silent.
“I was overseeing the safety of Betazed. The Dominion ground troops attacked. We lost. That’s what you heard on the public news.”
“Your name was on the headlines. Reila…you know you were assumed to be…”
He couldn’t even bring himself to say the word.
“I knew nothing for *forty-eight hours*, Reila. Do you have any idea what that was like?”
he was nearly whispering.
“It was the first time…”
it was difficult for him to tell her this, and he cleared his throat.
“It was the first time Keith ever saw me cry.”
She stared at him. He didn’t have a clue what real danger she was in. He didn’t have a clue what real danger Betazed was in. And it killed her to see him that devastated, and to feel his projected emotions at that moment.
She chose to take a stand, and it might have just cost the Federation the entire Betazed homeworld. Admiral Demley had assured her during the debriefing that it was not the reason the Dominion captured Betazed, and that her actions might just have bought the world a few more hours. If they had allowed Section 31 to continue with their plan, they might just have lost one million citizens of the planet. They would have gained quite a lot of information on the Dominion, and saved a database of Betazed Intelligence information, but those million people would have perished. What was more important, in the long run? Information, or lives?
“Valo…I’m so sorry. If they would have let me contact you, I would have…I wanted to so badly. You have to believe me. But more was going on that what you think.”
“What? What was going on that was more important?”
He was getting angry now. All this secrecy. All this talk of ‘security clearance.’ How was that more important than family? He had nearly lost his wife to the Dominion. Right now, nothing seemed more important than family.
“What I’m about to tell you is classified. Not under Starfleet directives…well, not really. But if anyone finds out you know…we might not survive to see the next day.”
“I’m not going to tell anyone.”
She nodded. She believed him. He was angry, but mostly he was scared for her, and she knew he would never compromise their safety. She took a deep breath, and began to tell him everything.
Apr. 15th, 2006 02:30 am (UTC)
December 12th, 2373; Nequaria VIII.
“There’s no way we can get the information to him,”
Thompson said to Director Joel. They were sitting in a horribly cramped bar that smelled like something had crawled under it and died. But no one was around at this time of night. And the area was secure. Therefore they could talk, and the conversation never happened.
“Starfleet would intercept it faster than a message encrypted in Morse Code,”
Joel agreed. Then, he thought of something.
“The Braise family…you’re friends with them, are you not?”
“Valo was my best man at my first wedding,”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Reila Braise has to go,”
Joel said grimly.
“She was less than helpful in our last skirmish with the Dominion, on Betazed.”
“But her child…”
Joel said thoughtfully.
“Her child has a photographic memory. He’s been tested by several different preschools, and his records show that he’s shown an incredible ability to memorize numbers.”
“You think we can encode it in a number sequence and the kid will remember? Then retrieve it from him later?”
“Even for a child this advanced in such things, he’ll need some help for an extensive message. How’s the research coming on Starfleet’s medical outpost on Regano II?”
“The chip implantation facility? They’ve nearly got a workable prototype for advanced brain-computer networking. It’s been said that a pilot could potentially fly hands-free. What has that got to do with—”
“The prototype. I want it, and I want it within a week. We’re going to tweak it. And kill hopefully more than two birds with one stone.”
Thompson was becoming a pain, Joel thought. He was more trouble than he was worth. He was unable to see connections fast enough, and he was slow on missions. It had happened after he got married, and Joel truly believed the man was attempting to slow down to allow for more time with his wife. A man like that would likely try to leave the organization, and Thompson knew far too much. They would stop that before it happened. Thompson would no doubt eventually be transporting the Braise family. If Joel got the right advertisements to the family for vacation sites to take their son, they would end up choosing one on Thompson’s transport route. Then he would have Thompson, Thompson’s information, Reila, and the child Keith in one place. The perfect operation. He downed his drink, and got up.
“Make it happen. I want a report in front of me by next week.”
He walked away.
Apr. 15th, 2006 02:30 am (UTC)
September 1st, 2374:
, Ugarios System
Keith was pushed into an area slightly more secure than the middle of the cockpit as the ship shook violently under the force of Ugarios IV’s gravitational pull. Reila and Valo were pushed into the middle. Keith began to cry.
The man in charge looked at the console in front of them as it started to glow, and then jumped out of the way just in time. It exploded in a brilliant flash of light, and Reila and Valo were easily caught in the blast. Conveniently, their own destruction of the ship’s engines and vital systems had led to the overloading console, which did their work for them. Reila and Valo fell, badly burned in the blast, and utterly unconscious.
The boy was sobbing now, screaming something indecipherable about his ‘mommy and daddy’. The man rolled his eyes, and shouted over the roar of the malfunctioning systems,
“Carry out your orders.”
His Prantorian drone dutifully walked over to the boy, and pushed him so that he was on the floor, and unable to struggle. He pulled the chip out of his pocket, and put it on the back of the boy’s head. It sunk into his skin easily, and he turned to his boss and spoke in code, for security purposes now that the chip was in the boy’s head,
“It’s in. Next orders?”
“Show him the message on screen. Then activate the transporter and get him, and us, out of here. To the specified locations.”
He didn’t want to end up on the same God-forsaken planet as this child.
They showed the message to little Keith, who was now in a daze. Valo was starting to awaken, slightly. As was Reila. The man turned to them.
“You endangered the whole group,”
he screamed at Reila, over the sound of exploding consoles and overloading systems.
“You nearly caused our downfall! Now you know what happens when you screw around with Section 31.”
He turned to his two men.
“Beam us, and the boy, out of here.”
They shimmered away as the ship entered the planet’s atmosphere. Keith materialized seven feet from the surface—as accurate as they could get it with such a makeshift personal transporter. He fell with a rather fast velocity, thankfully not on his head. Soon after, the Romany came crashing down not far from where he was, and shards of metal ripped off the hull and flew through the air, one of them landing right on top of him, and knocking him unconscious.
Meanwhile the Section 31 agents materialized to their cloaked ship and warped out of the area before the Romany’s distress signal contacted some Federation starship. Their plan was in place. Now all they needed to do was retrieve the information. Reila and Valo were gone, and they had eliminated a very important threat, as well as the nuisance, Thompson. As to the ten families and two couples on the ship, they were an unfortunate loss to the Federation, but of no significance whatsoever. The investigation would have no witnesses except little Keith. They would track his every movement, and find who adopted him, and where he had moved to. Then, a few months later when his brain had been given a rest from the trauma of the chip implantation, they would be able to send the message to their contact. And in doing so prove that the chip implantation worked. It would benefit Section 31 in the future. It was the perfect way to breach Starfleet Security.
Apr. 15th, 2006 02:30 am (UTC)
September 2nd, 2374: Ugarios IV.
“Over here...I think I found our second life sign!”
Keith opened his eyes. He couldn’t move his hand, or his other arm. Something was on top of him, and he hurt all over. He was very scared. What had just happened? He had been crying for quite some time, but he was so tired…he thought if he closed his eyes, he might get some rest, and feel better. And maybe if he felt better…would *that* make his Mommy and Daddy realize where he was? His mommy was happy when he was happy. She could sense his feelings. Maybe it was because he was scared that she couldn’t find him. When he first woke up, he was in so much pain that his attempts to call for his Mommy and Daddy had failed completely. He had fallen asleep again, and relived the entire crash. The bright light, his Daddy’s scream, and the mean men who yelled. And then it had all disappeared. Now, all he really remembered was the bright light, and his Daddy screaming. He didn’t remember anything else…
Now there was some lady with red hair and a red Starfleet uniform, like his Mommy’s and Daddy’s…he could see her through a hole in the thing on top of him. He continued to whimper in pain, hoping maybe she could hear him and would make it stop hurting.
Suddenly, the big thing on top of him was lifted off, and the lady with red hair threw it away from him. He now could see two ladies—one with blonde hair and a blue Starfleet uniform, like his Daddy’s.
the one with blonde hair told him kindly. She turned to the lady with the red hair.
“Lieutenant, I'm going to go ahead and beam up with him...if you need me back down here let me know...”
The lady with red hair nodded, and turned back to Keith.
“You’ll be okay. Don’t worry,”
she told him.
She must have been very, very strong, Keith reflected, to be able to lift up that very big thing that was on top of him. And now he was going to be okay, she said. Blue shimmering light engulfed him, and the next thing he knew the smell of plants and dirt was gone, replaced by another smell…the starship smell. He was on a starship. He still hurt all over, but the lady with the blonde hair spoke kindly to him, and put something up against his neck. As his eyes closed and the pain went away, he thought about what the lady with the red hair had said. He was going to be okay.
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