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Posted on Tue Feb 19th, 2019 @ 8:37am by Commander Mercia Kavi & Lieutenant Commander Halan Zeti

Mission: Jarland

Mercia was escorted out of her cell. For the moment she was in a holding pattern, and knew pretty much nothing. She followed a guard wearing civilian clothes. It had been a few days and she was more bored than anything right now. She assumed legal counsel had final arrived to talk to her.

She was taken to a small room with contained one single occupant. He was dressed in a nice suit. Yeah, he reeked of lawyer, suave, clean, already looked like he had control of the room.

She'd assumed she'd have a StarFleet officer advising her. She was confused as she walked in and sat down. "Not Starfleet?" she started with wanting to get that curiosity dealt with right away.

The man looked her up and down for a moment with this almost irritatingly smug smile, he glanced up at the recording sensor that was in the room and the light that indicated it was on went out. He looked over at the guard and nodded to him as he pulled out his phone. He opened it up and hit a command to turn something on before setting it down. "It's good to see you again Luca, how are Kym and Athena?"

"They're doing well Mr. Phyr, we have a son now," The Guard beamed. "We named him Addisen."

"When we're done, you'll have to show me some pictures. Liz will want to visit I'm sure," Aden said with a half smile before turning back to Mercia Kavi. "I am Starfleet, just retired. I'm here because I have an offer for you Mercia. My name is Aden Phyr, I was in Starfleet for twenty years. Now I run my own ship and have a large company with several different arms. I think I can help you."

Mercia was stunned and confused. Her mouth parted for a few moments as she looked between the guard and Aden Phyr. "But you're not a lawyer?" she asked stupidly. She stopped and really looked the man over, "No... obviously not." she conceded now seeing him more clearly. He reminded her of a mixture of people from her past, both good and bad, but that smug smile was already tugging at her. What made him so smug? Why smug at her? Was this manipulation? "What do you mean by help?" she asked trying to remain vague to get him to talk.

"I was in command of a Sovereign class ship for the last five years of my career. I selected officers that weren't poster boys and girls because I wanted people I could help. People that needed a second chance," Aden explained. "Three officers who where near getting kicked out of the fleet, that are now all commander or above, served under me. I know what happened to you, what you've been through. I've been through it myself and when I punched out another officer he was a superior not my equal and I lost rank. To be so broken all you feel is rage... I came back from that."

Mercia felt herself growing lost in his voice as he neared the end of his short story. She identified with that, anger was keeping her moving right now, and when things got hard anger was usually all she had left. "There is a good bet I'm going to loose rank. I don't know that I want to come back from this." she folded her arms and scowled at the table. It was angry, but honest.

"That's how I felt for a long time," Aden's eyes grew distant for a moment as he thought about it. "I lost my fiance when the Dominion war broke out to a group of Cardassians. They were cruel... I ended up pushing to get into a special ops unit, no ranks no name but we did things no one else could have done. I tracked down those Cardassians, I tortured them and I killed them and I still felt empty. I fought in battle after battle, I was even captured by the Jem'Hadar and spent six months in hell. I still don't know how I lived through it, but I did."

She looked up again and swallowed hard. She had been trained to kill as a child, she escaped that life by accident. "I have a number of clones I'd like to track down and torture like they tortured me." she said through gritted teeth clenching her fists. They made her weak, they made her unstable. She was in control of her rage and her thirst for blood and satisfaction she'd been raised to have, but the Snow Queens took that away from her, and despite the 'normalcy' that had entered her life since, a child, a boyfriend, mentors, she still felt like an empty husk. Nothing was actually fulfilling her any more. The thought had stuck her several times that she should throw herself back in to a life she was rescued from to try and refind her self... or die. "What kept you among the living Phyr?" she asked flatly.

"It wasn't revenge," Aden smiled softly. "But at first it was rage. The men and women I served with and my family were the only things that could pull me out of it. What I want to do is have you come work for me on my ship. You can bring your sister, your child... Anyone you want. I have the facilities and support staff to care for them. I want to help bring you back, give you a chance to decide what you want to do with your future."

Mercia scoffed, "If you haven't noticed I'm currently incarcerated. I'm not sure I won't be serving time for what I did. I don't think it warrents it but I also know the people pressing charges and they're going too come at me hard." she sighed. Her mind switched a moment later,"What exactly do you do on your ship?" she asked suddenly curios.

"That's not a conversation for here, but on paper we're a merchant ship," Aden replied with a chuckle. "Don't worry about you being in here, if you didn't notice I have a certain pull. It may not be right away, but I can get you out of here legally. You just punched a guy, it's not like they found you with a knife over his body. Admiral Jarland is too ambitious for his own good." He pulled out a data pad and slid it across the table. "Take the time to read this. Let Luca know if you're interested. Either way I'll help you of out here."

Mercia took the data pad, skepticism furrowing her brows. "I..." she blinked. She'd talked at length with Khelev about her considering leaving the fleet. After her capture and torture she was finding her restlessness more problematic than ever before. At the same time there was security in a structure she knew, even if she was mostly unhappy. And it did have its bright moments. When it was just her and the command team on the Gladiator away from the political junk she was happy... but they were getting dragged in more and more. She longed for the good old days. "Ok..." she said looking down at the pad again. "I have to tell you. I'm... with someone who is still in Starfleet. That might have an effect on what I decide..." she said slowly.

"I'm not trying to take you out of Starfleet, just give you a place to start to heal with people who know how to help," Aden said with a soft smile. "My wife was a diplomat, she held the rank of Consul before she retired with me. We have pull from places that most people don't even know exist. Some of the deals we worked out while we were on the Israel were big. What I mean is, I can get you time. I can get him time if you want... You should ask him about me. See what he thinks."

"Does he know you?" she asked mildly annoyed that he seemed to know who she with with out her saying his name. Khelev was due to visit soon. She paused, "What do you want in return for all this help?" she suddenly asked.

"I want to make this very, very clear. I am not doing this for any kind of favor or what you can do for me," Aden took a deep breath. "The truth is, this area is about to explode. The Romulans want control and they're using you to to try and gain an upper hand. I'm not going to let them and while it means I will likely be able to expand my business, I also get to help someone who deserves it. He doesn't likely know me personally, but he knows of me. Zeti is like a little sister to me though, she grew up with my sister Riva. If you trust her, ask her too."

Mercia looked up at him, vaguely remembering stories from Zeti in the few times they'd been casual with each other, having a drink in the lounge or something. She talked often of her friends and her crazy big brothers, this was one of them? She whistled, "If Zeti's stories are about you and half as true then I've been wanting to meet you for years." she commented. It wasn't common she heard of, let alone met someone who used to be as wild as she was and managed to settle down, and yet still held a wild reputation. Hope flared in her. Maybe this was the chance she needed.

"I promise you that they're true, there might be some embellishments on Zeti's end though," Aden chuckled softly, he looked her over again and shrugged his shoulders. "I think we're going to work well together. I'll give my lawyer a call and see what we can do for you, although I think I might do better to put pressure on Jarland. It's your future, what do you think?"

"Anything you can to take those ass holes down would be amazing." She placed the pad on the table again and ran her fingers through her hair. "I'm a little directionless right now. I've been considering leaving, but I also don't want to leave. I think I tried to come back too soon." she mentioned. "How long were you out after you returned from being a POW?" she asked. She returned to work a week the doctors released her from the hospital. It hadn't been recommended, but she couldn't handle dealing with life with out the familiarity of getting back to work.

"I'm not here to take anyone down, just help you," Aden waved one of his hands, before he took a deep breath. "I only took three months, said all the right things and made all the right moves to get back in and when I went back to work I did it to kill everyone and every thing I could get my hands on. I joined the officer exchange program and spent a year on a Klingon ship and I earned my place with blood."

She arched her brows, "I went back with in weeks and started administration and desk work." she made a face. "I wanted to go hunting, but." she made a face, "Khelev went with out me. Exchanging with the Klingons sounds like a much better idea than kissing a romulans ass. No wonder I snapped."

"Different times, there isn't a war on anymore," Aden said with a shake of his head. "I'm not signing you up to go kill a bunch of people, but I do want to try and help you. You'll probably end up killing some people though."

She shrugged, "Killing a deserving monster doesn't bother me." she said. Mercia ran her hands over her hair. "Alright, I need to talk to someone, but if you got some help to get me out of this, I feel like this is a better direction than I have had before." she said.

"Just talk to Luca, he'll get word to me," Aden smiled at her, before he slid back from his chair and standing up. "Just keep yourself together in here, prison life isn't fun, even if you're in a Federation prison."

"Its not my first time." Mercia mumbled. She stood up as well and reached out hand out to shake the mans hand. Luca gave her a look but she shot one back. She wasn't going to try anything. Once Mr Phyr shook her hand he left the room, and she took her pad and was escorted back to her cell. She had a lot of thinking to do. And she needed to talk to Khelev.


~Fin

 

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