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2372-2374; "Keith's Story"

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Apr. 14th, 2006 | 10:15 pm
posted by: colleenodonnell in en_fanfic

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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from: colleenodonnell
date: 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,” Reila breathed.

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!” Reila screamed.

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.”

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