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The Star Eagle Adventures: EVS-2 - Crossing Over

“There is a growing minority within the Senate, including the Vice-proconsul, which supports an alliance with the Federation and the Klingons and turning against the Dominion. But even if we get a majority, the decision will ultimately lie with Praetor Neral and the Continuing Committee and they have not shown any indication that they look favorably at an alliance.

Our biggest obstacle is Senator Vreenak, the chief architect of our current non-aggression pact with the Dominion. He’s the secretary of the War Plans Council and co-chairman of the Tal Shiar. He also has Neral’s ear. If we can convince him, we’ll get the Continuing Committee on our side.”

The walk to the senate chamber was a long one mostly thanks to the many security checkpoints they needed to clear. But it gave Senator Cretak plenty of time to outline once more what Dar, Leva and Xeris would have to expect once they arrived.

Leva didn’t miss the chemistry between Dar and the senator. They had known each other for months as they had communicated over subspace and Dar had not been shy to point out on numerous occasions how much he thought of her. As far as he knew, their relationship was purely professional but he couldn’t help wonder what exactly his private tour with the senator had entailed.

He was in no position to judge. After all he couldn’t help himself but steal brief glances towards Donatra whenever he thought nobody else was looking.

The attraction had been purely physical after he had first met the attractive women but after their own tour, she had given him surprisingly much to think about.

“Vreenak is not our only problem,” said Donatra. “Koval is also a firm opponent of any kind of Federation-Romulan alliance.”

“Chairman Koval.” Xeris said. “The unquestioned leader of the Tal Shiar.”

The sub-lieutenant nodded, perhaps a bit surprised at the engineer’s knowledge of Romulan senior leadership.

“I’ve heard rumors about the man. Apparently there is talk that he may have been involved in the mysterious death of the deputy chief of Starfleet Intelligence,” said Xeris.

“I wouldn’t put it passed him,” said Cretak. “Koval is very dangerous but also incredibly difficult to read. We know he’s against an alliance but the man works in such mystifying ways, I wouldn’t be surprised if even the Praetor himself isn’t aware of all his activities half the time. Fortunately for us the only thing both Koval and Vreenak hate more than an alliance with the Federation is each other. Something we may be able to exploit.


* * *


Leva immediately understood that Senator Cretak had surely pulled a number of strings not only to get them to Romulus but also to allow them to address the aristocracy and the decision-makers directly from the sacred senate chambers.

He couldn’t help but get a chill when he stepped onto the expansive marble floors of the large, round room, dominated by a massive bird of prey chandelier suspended from the ceiling, as if the ancient and vengeful spirits of the empire themselves were keeping a close watch on anyone and anything that was discussed in this room.

The turnout was not particularly encouraging however.

Just a handful of senators and military officers were in attendance, hardly filling the available seats. Two men stood out from the small crowd. Leva immediately realized that one was Koval and the other Vreenak. And while they were both supposed to be working for the same agency, they sat about as far away from each other as the chamber would allow.

Cretak led her guests to the center of the chamber before she addressed the audience. “Thank you all for coming. As you are aware we have invited Mister Dar, special envoy from the United Federation of Planets and Commanders Leva and Xeris from Starfleet to Romulus to make their case for a Federation-Romulan alliance against the Dominion. I’m convinced that after their presentation you will agree with them that such an alliance would be in the best interest of the Empire,” she said and then nodded at Dar before she took a seat in the front row herself.

Donatra set up a holographic projector behind the trio of Federation ambassadors before she joined the senator.

Leva felt uncomfortable almost immediately.

His mind had been too preoccupied with the many possible ways they were going to be betrayed by the Romulans the moment they’d sat one foot on their world that he hadn’t really considered that there was an actual chance that he would have to address the Romulan Senate.

Once he had realized that at the very least Cretak had been genuine about her intentions and they had not been arrested by Tal Shiar agents, he had become too distracted with Donatra and what she had revealed to him to prepare for this moment.

Leva was not a diplomat and not for the first time he felt incredibly out of place in the halls of power. Surprisingly the same could not be said about Xeris who radiated an amazing sense of calm for an engineer standing in front of high-level politicians.

This remained true for Dar as well. The two Starfleet officers gave him some room as he took a step forward. “First let me express our gratitude for allowing the three of us – estranged sons of Romulus – to come here and allow us to address you in this very hallowed place.”

Leva may not have been a politician but he recognized the hallmarks of pandering to your listeners. Dar did this well and some of the few senators actually appeared to appreciate this. The faces of both Koval and Vreenak however remained unmoved, like gargoyle’s stone faces.

“The Romulan Empire, at best, has ten years left to live.”

That was an attention grabber and even Leva had to do a double take on Dar.

A nervous murmur went through the crowd and Vreenak seemed to shift uncomfortably on his bench for a moment.

Xeris looked around to see if the ever-present security forces were going to make a move on them, throwing them into a deep dungeon for threatening the state in such a blatant and disrespectful manner.

Now that he had their full attention, Dar quickly continued. “The fall of the empire will not come from any internal conflicts. It will most certainly not come because of Federation interference or because of Klingon invasion attempts. Instead, within six years, Romulus will find itself alone and isolated against an Alpha Quadrant dominated by the Dominion and its grand plan to spread its influence over the entire Milky Way. Make no mistake, the Federation and the Klingon Empire will fall to the Dominion and once they do, every other space faring civilization will have to bow down to Dominion superiority. The Romulan Empire will be the last piece of the puzzle.”

He let those words sink in for a moment. A small number of faces seemed to silently agree with him. Most notably of course Cretak and Donatra but there were other military officers who had come to the very same conclusion.

“Those estimates of yours are worthless,” Vreenak said bluntly. “They are as believable as three Romulan traitors returning to the home world.”

Leva and Xeris both tensed up.

“You are trying to manipulate us to take part in a war that has nothing to do with the Empire. But I agree with at least one of your observations. Your alliance will crumble. The Empire, however, will prevail.”

Dar slowly shook his head. “I cannot agree. Even if you think that you may be able to ally yourself with the Dominion like the Cardassians have, all you’d be doing is giving up your own sovereignty. Our intelligence sources tell us, and I’m sure your own Tal Shiar can confirm this, that Cardassian leadership has become nothing more than a puppet regime, entirely controlled by the Founders. The Dominion is not interested in alliances or sharing power. Their one and only aim is total control.”

Vreenak was entirely unconvinced. However Koval seemed to show some interest now. Leva couldn’t be certain if that was because he naturally wanted to take an opposite view then Vreenak or that because as the chairman of the Tal Shiar he knew exactly what Dar was talking about.

“I would like to hear a more detailed analysis of your estimations,” Koval said.

Senator Vreenak seemed displeased by that statement even if he tried hard to hide it.

Dar nodded. “I thought you would. Allow me to hand this over to our tactical expert, Lieutenant Commander So’Dan Leva,” he said and gestured towards the half-Romulan Starfleet officer.

Leva stepped into the center of the room. The holographic screen behind him changed to show a current territorial display of Federation, Klingon as well as Romulan and Cardassian space. It was quite obvious from the display that the Dominion controlled Cardassian space had made significant inroads into both Federation and Klingon territory since the war had begun.

“This is what the Alpha and Beta Quadrant look like today,” he said. “Dominion forces have been making steady advances into allied-controlled space and also towards Romulus. Considering the pace of troop build ups on both sides, we estimate that Earth and Qo’noS will be under Dominion siege within twelve to fourteen months.”

As he spoke, the display changed to represent Dominion progress towards those two worlds.

Vreenak stood. “Your estimates are only relevant if you are able to show us your fleet positions and movements.”

Leva looked at the senator for a moment, astonished by the boldness of that statement. There simply was no way he would give up that kind of information to a potentially hostile power. Not even under torture.

Xeris showed his displeasure more vocally. “You can’t be seriously expecting us to tell you about our fleet movements. That is crossing the line.”

Donatra also stood, apparently feeling compelled to weigh in. “Senator, I must agree with our guests. Revealing sensitive military information of this nature would not be beneficial for either party.”

But Vreenak held his ground. “We have shown this delegation and extraordinary amount of trust by allowing them to come here. I am asking that you reciprocate our faith in you by sharing with us military intelligence.”

“That’s not going to happen,” Leva said flatly, paying little attention to the curious looks his tone invited from the audience.

“You want to know Federation fleet movements?” said Dar as he stepped back into the center. He typed something into a padd he was carrying and the holo-display was quickly populated by clusters of Starfleet vessels, most of which positioned near the battle lines.

“Dar!” Leva said sharply, unable to believe what he had done.

“We have not yet reached the level of trust you have inferred, Senator,” Dar said but kept the display with fleet positions up for everyone to see. “But we are convinced that our projections are accurate. The Federation-Klingon alliance will be defeated and Romulus will be next unless you will join the war effort.”

For a moment nobody spoke.

Then Vreenak turned and left the room and soon after some of the other audience members began to follow suit until only the Federation delegates and their two Romulan hosts remained.

As soon as the room cleared Leva and Xeris immediately turned on Dar but not before making sure the holo-display had been deactivated.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Leva said. “What you have just done, that’s treason. You have given the Romulan military, the Tal Shiar, the entire empire, our complete war strategy.”

Xeris was equally fuming. “Do you realize that under the non-aggression pact the empire has with the Dominion they’d be more than able to share this information with the Founders. If they do that, you may just have doomed millions of Federation lives.”

Dar calmly turned towards the two officers. “Gentlemen, what you don’t seem to understand or perhaps have not yet accepted, is the simple fact that if we are unsuccessful, it will be billions of lives that will be lost.”
 
Wow! Dar just threw a live photon grenade into the mix. :eek: I doubt he had the clearance to reveal fleet movements. Leva and Xeris were rightfully indignant.

Still, Dar might be wise in taking such a bold gamble. If the Romulans refuse to come aboard, the revelation of Starfleet assets will be meaningless, as there will be no Starfleet left. It remains to be seen whether this bombshell will be enough to sway the Praetor.

Great chapter! You do a great job of writing these political machinations. Usually, that's not my cup of tea, but this is so well done you are keeping me hooked.

I guess the ball is in the Romulans' court now.
 
I have to agree-I'm not a political animal either-but you make this all much more interesting than I expected. keep it up!
 
Leva had returned to his room shortly after the presentation had concluded. He was angry enough that he felt that for his safety and those of others it was best if he remained alone for the rest of the evening.

No matter how Dar had justified his actions, as far as he was concerned he had betrayed the Federation by sharing sensitive military information with the Romulans. He had long since suspected that Dar was letting his nostalgic feelings cloud his own judgment but he had never thought he would go to such lengths to prove it.

He was angry with the Romulans as well. Yes, they had been nothing but gracious hosts since they had arrived but now he was beginning to sense something more treacherous at work here. Of course Vreenak’s insistence that they share fleet positions had hardly come as a surprise but now he couldn’t help but wonder if it hadn’t all been a set up from the very beginning. Perhaps they had lulled them into a false sense of trust and comfort in order to have them easily surrender classified information.

He sat on top of his bed, overlooking the capital city when the door chime to his room rang out. He suspected it to be Dar, perhaps coming to apologize for what he had done. Knowing the man, it was more likely that he had come to justify himself.

He had no desire to speak to him.

The chime, however, rang again.

Perhaps it was Xeris, wishing to discuss their next step. Maybe suggesting charging Dar with treason as soon as they returned to the Pamlico.

With both their testimonies there was more than enough evidence for a Federation court to convict him. Treason was among the most serious offenses within the Federation and even their infamously lenient legal system would see to it that he would be dealt a harsh punishment, most likely a life sentence without the possibility of parole.

It was not the kind of fate he wished upon his long time mentor.

He soon realized that ignoring the visitor wasn’t working and when the chime sounded a third time, Leva angrily jumped to his feet and walked to the door to open it.

“I thought it would have been clear that I’d like to be left alone,” he said as the door began to open.

“I apologize, Commander but I felt it was necessary that I spoke to you,” said Lieutenant Donatra.

He hadn’t expected her. He nodded slowly and stepped aside to allow her into his room.

She walked inside. “I can understand you anger, Commander,” she said. “I would probably be equally upset if the situation was reversed.”

Leva walked away from the doors, allowing them to close behind him. He noticed that she was carrying a data padd.

“I have brought you something that may be of use to you,” she said and raised the device.

“Unless those are your own fleet positions I’m probably not interested.”

She looked downright uncomfortable. “Surely you understand that I wouldn’t be able to provide you with that kind of information.”

Leva stepped closer. “Why not? You are an officer in the Romulan Guard, are you not? I’m sure it be easy for you to get access to that kind of data.”

“I’m not a traitor, Commander.”

He nodded slowly. “I wish I could say the same for Mister Dar.”

“Even if you had that information, it would be of no use to you in order to achieve our aim of a Romulan-Federation alliance. In fact it would accomplish the opposite. I cannot undo what has been done put perhaps we can find other ways to convince the Continuing Committee.”

Leva couldn’t deny that his curiosity was piqued. “How?”

Donatra sat down at a computer console and activated an uplink to her padd. “I’ve done some research over the last few weeks and I think some of it could be used to corroborate your own projections.”

Leva took a seat next to her. He looked over the screen. The information displayed there was in Romulan script but thanks to his childhood education it didn’t take him long to make sense of it. “I don’t understand,” he said. “This is all Romulan material. How is sharing this with us not considered treason?”

She smirked at him. “None of this is classified information. It is part of the public domain that can be freely accessed by anyone. They are mostly independently produced reports and analyses from individuals and think tanks in the Empire not directly connected to the government or the military. A lot of it is useless junk by writers who’ve kept their identity hidden but some of it has been prepared by respectable members of society.”

Leva scrolled through the information. She was right. And he was surprised how open many of those articles were about their disagreements with the senate to back the Dominion. Of course anything critical of the government was by anonymous sources but there were plenty of reports which backed everything Federation estimates were pointing to: the eventual defeat of Romulus by the Dominion.

“This is good,” he said. “If we could extract the most relevant information out of this and present it along with our own finding we may be able to convince people like Vreenak that our estimates are not purely self-serving.”

She looked at him. “You would make a decent Romulan Officer. Those were my thoughts exactly.”

He couldn’t help himself but return her infectious smile.

For the next few hours and well into the evening they worked closely together to fashion a detailed report which managed to not just show a Federation perspective on the Dominion’s ultimate goals but a Romulan one as well. And the longer they worked the more obvious it became that those two goals were not so different from each other at all.

Leva was surprised how well they worked together, almost as if they had done so for years and not just hours. Donatra tended to think exactly the way he did and when he was stuck on something she easily completed the thought and vice versa.

In fact they worked so well together, they barely noticed the passage of time, not until Donatra yawned and stretched out her arms behind her head.

The Romulan woman had long since removed her bulky uniform jacket in order to be more comfortable and only now did Leva notice that she was wearing a highly flattering, from-fitting green shirt underneath which accentuated her every curve as well as her athletic abdomen.

He also noticed that darkness had fallen over the city outside. “It’s late,” he said. “Perhaps we should take a break.”

She looked at him and nodded. “Good idea,” she said and got up. She walked over to the food replicator and entered a few commands. Within moments two glassed filled with a azure-colored liquid appeared in the alcove. “I think we deserve this,” she said and placed one of the glasses on the desk in front of Leva. Then she took a breath of her own beverage, clearly enjoying the aroma. “Trust me when I say, you can’t get much closer to genuine kali-fal than this.”

Leva looked at the glass. “Romulan Ale?” he said. “To tell you the truth I’m not a big fan.”

“Ah, that’s because you’ve tasted the cheap imitations. The real ingredients to proper kali-fal are a closely held state secret. Go ahead, give it a try.”

Leva picked up the glass but even before he could take a sip, he inadvertently inhaled the strong, aromatic scent of the beverage. It was unlike anything he had had ever experienced. The odor seemed subtle enough but that was before his sinuses opened up to allow him to take in scents he had never even been aware of before.

Donatra couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “I never tire of seeing the face of a person trying it for the first time.”

“That’s quite something,” he said after he had recovered from the effects of the aroma.

“And you haven’t even tried it yet.”

“Honestly, I’m almost afraid now.”

She laughed again. “And here I thought Starfleet officers were fearless explorers. Where no man has gone before? I suppose that’s all just talk then.”

Obviously he couldn’t let that one slide. “For Starfleet,” he said and brought the glass to his lips for his first sip.

Donatra watched him carefully.

She remained right. It was nothing compared to the Romulan Ale he had tried before. Even though the beverage was merely replicated, it packed all the punch of the real thing. And the taste left him momentarily speechless.

“And?” she said curiously.

Leva looked at the drink, then back at her and finally at the replicator. “We should get a bottle of this.”



* * *



It wasn’t until the middle of the night that Leva rose from his slumber.

He immediately noticed the empty bottles on the table and the discarded clothes on the floor and fairly quickly the memories of what exactly had happened a few hours earlier returned.

He turned upon hearing shuffling noises from the other side of the room and he found Donatra pulling on her uniform as quietly as possible. He smirked for a moment, appreciating the sight of the nimble, half-naked women shimming into her pants.

“Is there somewhere you have to be?”

She whipped around and Leva could see her face turning a noticeable shade of green. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I can tell.”

She seemed lost for words for a moment. “I … should go.”

So’Dan got out of bed. “Listen, I know that we’ve had a bit more to drink than we probably should have,” he said as he approached her carefully. “But I don’t feel as if it clouded my judgment. On the contrary, I remember absolutely everything and I don’t regret anything. Maybe the ale lowered our inhibitions but I can’t help but be grateful for that.” He stepped up to her to reach out for her shoulders and draw her closer.

But the Romulan woman pulled away, shaking her head. “We shouldn’t have done this,” she said and was unable to hold his gaze. She turned away to find her shirt.

“Why not? I’ll be honest, I’ve liked you the moment I’ve laid eyes upon you. And you can’t deny that you felt something as well. Is it because I’m a Starfleet officer? Because you’ve been trying to remind me at every opportunity that I’m as Romulan as you are.”

She squirmed noticeably.

So’Dan was not discouraged and followed her across the room. She wouldn’t turn to face him so he embraced her from behind, his arms wrapping themselves around her half-naked body. He kissed her neck and then whispered into her ear. “Tell me you don’t feel the same way about me.”

She turned around slightly. “I don’t think I feel the same way about you,” she said hesitantly.

But her lips were already drawing closer to his and she relaxed in his arms as they exchanged a passionate kiss.

Leva smiled when they came up for air again. “Forgive me if your words don’t seem to ring true to me.”

“If I told you that I liked you,” she said. “I mean, really liked you, what would that accomplish? You still would have to return to Starfleet and I would have to stay here. What kind of relationship would that be? We would never be able to see each other again.”

“I have a bit of experience in secret relationships with loved ones.”

She shook her head and pushed him away slightly. “I couldn’t do that.”

But he didn’t allow her to slip away. “Than maybe I should stay. You did say I’d make a great Romulan officer.”

“Don’t joke about this,” she said angrily.

“I’m not,” he said and dragged her closer again to kiss her once more. They both drifted back towards the bed.

“You would consider leaving the Federation and returning home?”

He carefully laid her onto the bed and placed himself next to her while he brushed through her short black hair which had long since lost its perfect military shape. “Home,” he repeated absentmindedly and then looked out of the windows to glance at the glimmering lights of the night skyline. “It could be my home again,” he said and then moved closer to Donatra, allowing for their bodies to entangle each other.
 
Okay, I did see this coming, but I'm not sure whether this "liason" was a good thing. Donatra is an honorable person but her first allegiance is to Romulus. I have to wonder - was this a case of two ships passing in the night? Something more? Or is Donatra (or perhaps Leva) fishing for some pillow-talk intel?

I'm a cynical S.O.B. aren't I? :evil:
 
Okay, I did see this coming, but I'm not sure whether this "liason" was a good thing. Donatra is an honorable person but her first allegiance is to Romulus. I have to wonder - was this a case of two ships passing in the night? Something more? Or is Donatra (or perhaps Leva) fishing for some pillow-talk intel?

I'm a cynical S.O.B. aren't I? :evil:

My thoughts exactly! :bolian:
 
While doing some research over at Memory Alpha, I pulled up Donatra's entry. Forgot how fine she was. Shinzon was a fool to spurn her, but it's good to know that SoDan has a lot more sense. What a way to bring two nations together. Keep it up CeJay.
 
Late to the party, but I'm caught up on this story, at least. Wow, what a great use of cannon and UT characters. The idea of a cloak and dagger secret mission to bring the Romulans into the war was so..eh..logical I'm surprised the idea wasn't introduced before doing "In a Pale Moonlight."

Of course, you gave the direction a new twist. The Romulans have never, in my opinion, been developed to their full potential in any movie or episode. It's a real treat to see a sophisticated story like this one that captures so much subtext.

Hit me again.
 
Thanks everyone for commenting. I agree with Donatra being a looker.
But I don't understand all the mistrust in regards to the Romulans. What have they ever done to deserve not to be trusted ...

Galven4, glad to see you got a chance to catch up with this. And I rather liked you calling this story sophisticated. That's a neat compliment.
 
It wasn’t until the late morning that Leva finally got dressed again.

Donatra had left an hour earlier but this time without trying to sneak out of the room without him noticing. She had to report back to her command post and she was adamant that they didn’t leave together.

He understood her discretion. She seemed excited about the prospect of him staying on Romulus but at the same time he knew she couldn’t risk exposing their relationship too earlier. The notoriously suspicious Romulan establishment would see such an act as a possible security breach and take swift action against them both.

So’Dan felt better than he had in a long time. His feelings for Donatra were undeniable and even though he had come to Romulus with great hesitation and expecting the worst, he had in fact found something he had never thought possible.

And now he was seriously considering leaving Starfleet and the Federation behind. It wasn’t a betrayal, he told himself. After all he had no intention of giving up state secrets like Dar had done and he would continue to champion an alliance. It wasn’t betrayal or defection. It was a homecoming.

When he left his quarters he found an anxious Xeris in the lobby.

“Commander, we need to talk,” he said as soon as he spotted Leva.

“Sure, what’s on your mind?”

The engineer was visibly irritated by his colleague’s surprisingly cheery disposition. It was a long way from the manner in which he had presented himself over the last few days. He pressed on regardless. “It’s about Dar. He has overstepped his bounds with his presentation yesterday. And he’s been spending more and more time with Senator Cretak. I don’t like it. It’s as if they’re manipulating him somehow and playing to his sense of nostalgia in order to make him reveal Federation military plans and more.”

Leva walked passed Xeris to head to the replicator and ordered a couple of <i>osol</i> twists for breakfast. “I wouldn’t be too concerned,” he said. “You have to keep in mind that it’s different for Dar than it is for us. This used to be his home for a long time before he was forced to flee. And the empire has changed since then. They aren’t like they used to be.”

“That’s what they’d like you to think,” said Xeris. “I know Romulans, I am one. I know how duplicitous and deceitful they can be. Can’t you see, this is all part of some kind of scheme to get to us?”

But Leva cheerily bit into his pastry. “You are too paranoid for your own good.”

“What’s happened to you?”

He took a sip of his mollusk juice. “What do you mean?”

“I mean your entire attitude about being here. You were the strongest opponent to this mission in the first place. You were the one who expected us to get arrested on sight and now you don’t seem to have a care in the world anymore. And you’ve been spending a lot of time with Lieutenant Donatra.”

“What are you implying, Commander?” he said, putting his food aside.

“What happened? Did she seduce you with an offer to let you return to Romulus with all past transgression forgotten and forgiven?”

“You are out of line,” he said angrily.

“I think it is you who is out of line, Commander. And your reaction has told me everything I needed to know. We came here to give the Federation a fighting chance against the Dominion. Know this: You and Dar are selling us out instead,” he said and briskly left the room.
 
Xeris might be right. If he is, then not only is the mission doomed to failure, Dar and Leva may find themselves giving up more than they intend.

This is turning into a very nice story of intrigue and betrayal. But since it's being played out on Romulus, what else could we expect? :lol:
 
The affairs of the heart vs. the affairs of state. Good job of portraying that conflict. It probably sucks to play the devil's advocate, but Xeris is doing the job with gumption.
 
The forum was supposed to last an entire week but after only three days all signs seemed to point to one inevitable conclusion. This mission was going to end in spectacular failure.

As far as their Romulan audience was concerned, it had slimed significantly, possibly due to pressures exerted by the pro-Dominion faction within the senate which had probably convinced many of the attendees to stay away.

Vreenak hadn’t even bothered to show up on the second day and on the third; Chairman Koval was absent as well.

The delegation itself was in disarray. Leva was still not pleased with Dar’s decision to reveal military information and Xeris had begun to consider them both traitors. It hadn’t stopped them from giving their presentations but the lack of unity had begun to hurt their overall objective.

Leva’s speech on which he had worked on with Donatra and which quoted multiple Romulan sources supporting the Federation’s bleak estimations of the future of the Alpha and Beta Quadrant was one of the few highlights of the conference but even Leva realized that at this point he was preaching to the choir. There was no sign of the opposition anywhere in the audience anymore.

And then there was the fact that he had not seen Donatra since the night they had shared together. She had disappeared and every attempt to contact her had failed. He was naturally concerned about her wellbeing, afraid that perhaps somebody had found out about their affair and taken harsh actions.

It wasn’t entirely implausible. If Xeris had suspected things, it wasn’t difficult to imagine that Romulan intelligence had also caught on by now.

Senator Cretak had claimed that the lieutenant had been recalled to military high command but had been unable or unwilling to produce any other information beyond that.

With all this on his mind, Leva still tried his best to keep his focus solely on the speech he had prepared for the day. “The projections of retired Admiral Charvanek are of course taking into consideration major shifts in the empires social-economical landscape, including a highly controversial push for greater rights for the Reman workforce.”

Xeris shot the tactical officer a sharp glare, making him know in no uncertain terms that bringing up the so-called Reman Problem was not in their best interest considering what they were trying to accomplish.

In fact Leva could see some of the remaining senators stir uncomfortably. He detested the way the Romulans treated their in-system neighbors no better than slaves. But he got the message. Shut up about the Remans unless you want to light a centuries old powder keg which could tear the fragile status quo of the empire apart and in doing so give up on any chance of a Romulan-Federation alliance against the Dominion.

He didn’t like it but when it came right down to it, it was the survival of the Federation against the suffering of the Remans. The choice, naturally, was obvious.

“Of course Charvanek’s military analysis does not stand alone. Multiple scholars from the Imperial Academy including acclaimed researcher Noval agree with Charvanek that the empire will face severe shortages in energy production, foodstuff and resources by 2377 due to diminished trade with the empire’s neighbors which are all projected to be under Dominion control. This analysis is partially based on a 2372 open source Tal Shiar intelligence report of Dominion … “

Leva stopped himself in mid-sentence when he noticed that Lieutenant Donatra had stepped into the open archway leading into the chamber. She just stood there, looking at him with what he thought to be a remorseful expression on her face. Or perhaps it was sadness.

It had been the first time he had seen her since the night they had shared. The night he had decided that perhaps returning to Romulus was not as impossible as he had once thought. Especially not if a woman like Donatra would have him.

Xeris stepped up to his colleague and nudged him gently. “Commander.”

The half-Romulan looked back toward his audience which seemed naturally irritated by this sudden interruption.

“As I was saying, Noval’s estimates are based on an intelligence report from 71 … 72. The report is from 2372,” Donatra’s appearance had thrown him off kilter and he couldn’t exactly remember what he was going to say. He looked at his padd. “The Tal Shiar report about Dominion behaviorism in the Gamma Quadrant shows a clearly demonstrated inclination of … of aggressively …” he couldn’t stop himself from looking up again. Donatra was still standing there, but now looking even more concerned.

Before Leva could even think of picking up his thread again he was stopped short by the sounds of quickly approaching boots.

Xeris immediately tensed as if he was bracing himself for a situation he had expected ever since he had set foot on Romulus. “Here it comes,” he whispered to the others.

The audience members curiously looked towards the entrance as the footfalls grew louder.

Leva could see that Donatra was surprised herself. Especially when she was grabbed by rough hands of Romulan soldiers and dragged into the chamber. Leva instinctively wanted to leap to her side and help her but he was held back by Xeris who simply shook his head.

The detail of eight uniformed soldiers was led by an officer of middle age and thinning hair who carried himself with undeniable arrogance and self-importance. He barely acknowledged the high-ranking officials in the chamber with a rushed: “Apologies for the interruption,” before he faced the Starfleet officers, his men quickly surrounding them, two of which taking hold of So’Dan Leva who tried to struggle at first but then realized the futility.

Ousanas Dar was looking for Cretak but was unable to find her in the audience before he faced the officer in charge. “What is the meaning of this?”

The officer shot the older Romulan a quick look, more than adequately communicating his disgust of the other man before he decided that he was not worth his time and focused on Leva instead. “Lieutenant Commander So’Dan Leva of the United Federation of Planets?”

“Yes,” Leva said and tried once again to free himself from the tight grasp of the soldiers who had taken hold of his arms. It wasn’t a serious effort but enough to show his displeasure. “I’m Commander Leva. Who the hell are you and what is this about?”

The man seemed to consider for a second if he felt it even necessary to answer the questions. “Centurion Botas, Imperial Security. You and Sub-lieutenant Donatra have been charged with high treason against the Romulan Empire. You are to be arrested immediately, tried and executed for your crimes.”

This caused and immediate reaction from the still assembled audience, most of which was on their feet by now. The murmurs had become much more pronounced and outrage began to spread amongst them.

Leva noticed that some were already beating a hasty departure not wishing to be in any way associated with alleged traitors which for most of them would spell political suicide. Leva also understood that the mere allegation had destroyed any inroads he and the delegation may have made in their mission to convince Romulan leadership to consider an alliance.

“Centurion, I’m sure there has to be some sort of misunderstanding here,” Dar said, ignoring the fact that Botas appeared to have a perhaps understandingly low opinion of a man who had defected to the Federation.

“There is no misunderstanding. We have conclusive evidence that Commander Leva and Sub-lieutenant Donatra have been engaged in a conspiracy against the Empire,” he said and held up his padd. This statement was enough to convince the remaining officials to immediately leave the chamber and cut any links to the Starfleet delegation.

Leva glanced at Donatra who didn’t struggle or protest in the slightest.

“This is outrageous,” said Dar and looked at Leva. “Commander, would you please care to clear up this confusion?”

But Leva already understood what game was being played here and he now couldn’t stop to berate himself for having been so stupid. “Did she make a confession, is that it?” he said and starred daggers at Donatra. “Did she tell you that we spent the night together and shared state secrets? That was your mission all along, wasn’t it? To get close to me and have me implicated as a traitor in order to destroy any prospects of an alliance. And it must have been so easy for you. The fool I was to believe anything you’ve ever told me. It was all part of your plan all along. Tell me, who do you work for? Is it Imperial Security? Or do you take your orders directly from Vreenak and the Tal Shiar?”

Donatra looked up at him with a pained expression on her face.

“Good,” said Botas. “You do not deny your involvement with the sub-lieutenant. That should make for a speedy trial.”

“Well played,” said Leva and looked first at Botas and then back at Donatra who now tried to avoid his glance. “The both of you. Like true Romulans through and through. I supposed I’m just half-breed. Maybe if I had pure blood flowing in my veins I would have been able to senses the deceptive games you were playing from the very start.”

But Botas seemed mostly disgusted with Leva. “I’ve heard enough. Take them both away,” he said and then looked at Dar. “You and Commander Xeris are expected to leave Romulus within the hour. Any delay and you will be consider coconspirators and tried accordingly.”

“I will not abandon, Mister Leva,” said Dar firmly.

“That is your choice,” said the centurion. “But you will only make matters worse for yourself and the Federation. Your starship in orbit will be seized and its crew will join the rest of you in awaiting trial for –“

“That is enough. Release these people at once.”

All heads turned to look towards the entrance where Senator Cretak had appeared along with Chairman Koval. The senator headed towards them with determined steps while Koval followed behind her.

Botas shook his head. “Forgive me, Senator, but that will not be possible. The evidence is clear and I have to follow my duty.”

“Centurion,” Koval said in a lofty tone of voice which rivaled his own. “These men have been requested to appear in front of the Continuing Committee.”

That left the man momentarily speechless. “I don’t understand. The Praetor wishes to deal with the traitors personally?”

“They are not traitors,” Cretak shot back.

“I have evidence –“

“Centurion, you will release these men at once,” Koval interrupted, his normally even voice barely betraying his rising impatience.

“On whose authority? My orders come directly from the office of Senator Vreenak.”

“On the authority of the Romulan Continuing Committee. On the authority of the Praetor,” Koval said. “Take your pick.”

Botas was once again at a loss for words. It wasn’t a particular healthy choice to ignore an order from the chairman of the Tal Shiar. It was nothing less than suicide to dismiss the Praetor. He quickly gestured to his men to release both the Starfleet officer and Donatra and then shot Leva one last, disdainful look. “This isn’t over.”

But as he turned towards the exit, Koval did address the centurion one more time. “You are mistaken. It is.”

Botas left with nothing else to say and quickly led his soldiers out of the room.

“Mister Dar, I expect you and your delegation to be ready to address the Continuing Committee within the hour,” he said simply and then without further explanation turned and left himself.

Leva noticed the briefest of glances being exchanged between the chairman and Donatra just before his departure. He knew exactly what it meant. As much as it pained him and as much as their fortunes may have been changed at the last minute, something very important to him had not.

Dar was the first to ask the most obvious question. He turned towards Cretak. “What is going on?”

She afforded him a smile before she began to speak. “Vreenak has been assassinated. The details are still coming in but word is that the Dominion is responsible.”

“What?” said Xeris. “Vreenak was the chief proponent of the Romulan-Dominion non-aggression pact. This makes no sense.”

“Commander, right now I suggest we don’t question our good fortunes too much,” she said before addressing the entire delegation again. “What is important is that Praetor Neral wishes to accelerate discussions of a possible alliance with the Federation against the Dominion and has asked to see you straight away. Gentlemen, this is the break we have been waiting for. All other considerations are simply no longer a priority.”
 
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CeJay,

Good installment that dovetails nicely into the events of "In the Pale Moonlight." You displayed Leva's shock and betrayal well, and the being so out of depth when dealing with the Romulans. Nice mention of the Remans, setting up Nemesis. I wonder if you have any post-Nemesis plans for Leva and Donatra?

There were a couple typos you might want to correct before publishing this at your website. One example is below:

This paragraph as written:

"In fact Leva could see some of the remaining senators stir uncomfortably. He detested the way the Romulans treated their in-system neighbors no better than slaves. But he got the massage. Shut up about the Remans unless you want to lit a centuries old powder keg which could tear the fragile status quo of the empire apart and in doing so give up on any chance of a Romulan-Federation alliance against the Dominion."

I think you mean message, not massage. Also light instead of lit.
 
Wow! That was a twist! Just when it looked like the wheels had come off, our little delegation gets a last minute reprieve and an audience with the Praetor.

Or is that what we are meant to believe? :evil:
 
Thanks guys.

And Darkush, thanks for spotting those typos. That's what you get when you make last minute changes without proofreading.

Story wrapping up soon.
 
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