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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 02:30 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.
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