Episode 30 - Galor
Stardate: 41424.7
Earth Standard Date: June 4, 2364.
Location: ISS Stargazer, Mirror Universe.
Tyson walked out of the cargo bay and into the corridor of the ISS Stargazer after recounting the situation with the Vulcan Slave ship and sharing what information he had gained with Ensign Ro. She now followed close behind him. As they rounded a corner, Tyson caught sight of Lieutenant Commander Data approaching. This version of Data was far different from the one he knew. The android's body was adorned with various enhancements that bore an uncanny resemblance to Borg technology. Black metallic implants protruded from various parts of his body, and his left eye had been replaced with a glowing red optical sensor. He wondered how the Terran Empire had acquired such technology. At first glance, his best guess was the Borg that crashed on Earth after the events of First Contact. Those Borg were featured in an episode of Enterprise. But, in this universe, would the events of First Contact happen? It was a prerequisite for that time loop. Surely, the Terrans wouldn't have a fighting chance if the Borg appeared here. If they couldn't push back the Cardassians, they stood no chance.
Data's voice, colder and more mechanical than the version Tyson knew, said, "Lieutenant Tyson, your actions during the uprising have not gone unnoticed. As a reward for your service, the Department of Slavery has decided to grant you a gift. You have granted junior officers' quarters."
They fell into step with the android.
Data's crimson optical sensor scanned Ro. The android lacked the subtle attempts at humanity that characterized the Data from their universe.
"Who is this Ensign?"
Tyson placed a possessive hand on Ro's shoulder, feeling her tense beneath his touch. "This is Ensign Laren. She transferred onto the Stargazer along with me as my subordinate."
"A Terran slave?" Data inquired.
"No. Not a slave."
"Ah. A personal arrangement." Data continued, his voice echoing metallically in the corridor. "The exchange of protection for services rendered creates mutual benefit without the inefficiencies of the formal slave system. She provides labor and companionship while you provide security from the more... enthusiastic members of the crew." Ro's jaw tightened, but she didn't speak out. "The biological imperative for companionship is one I have studied extensively," Data continued, seemingly oblivious to the discomfort his words caused. "Though I cannot experience such needs, I have cataloged 437 distinct variations of master-servant relationships aboard Imperial vessels. Your arrangement appears to fall within the parameters of variation 294, which has a 73.4% survival rate over a five-year period."
Tyson forced a smirk. "I like those odds."
"They are superior to most," Data agreed. "The average survival rate for new transfers is 22.8%. Your performance during the uprising has improved your statistical outlook considerably."
They reached an intersection where two security officers dragged a bloodied crewman toward what Tyson presumed was the brig.
"Your quarters are located on Deck 4, Section 21," Data stated. "Your subordinate's presence has been logged in your personnel file. She is now officially your responsibility. Any infractions she commits will be added to your record, and punishments will be administered to both parties."
"I understand," Tyson replied. "She won't be a problem."
They were interrupted by a commotion ahead. An Ensign had pinned Lieutenant Barclay to the floor, a knife raised and ready to strike. Data prepared to intervene, but Tyson acted first, dashing toward them and swiftly delivering a powerful kick that sent the Ensign tumbling off Barclay.
The Ensign scrambled to his feet, his face contorted with anger and humiliation as he glared at Tyson. He shouted, "Who are you to interfere, new guy? It's time for me not to be the low man anymore, and you'll make just as good an example."
Tyson shot back without hesitation, "He's an engineer; he keeps this ship running. What do you run? Besides your mouth."
The words struck a nerve. The ensign charged at Tyson, fists clenched. As he lunged, Tyson sidestepped. In one fluid motion, he grabbed the ensign's arm, using the attacker's own momentum against him. With a powerful twist, Tyson sent him crashing into a nearby bulkhead. The ensign crumpled to the floor, groaning.
Tyson turned to Barclay, who had managed to get back on his feet. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, thank you, Lieutenant. I owe you one."
The half-Borg android effortlessly hoisted the defeated ensign off the floor and began dragging him away. "I'll handle it from here. Perhaps the agony booth can teach him that it isn't appropriate to assault a superior officer."
Once alone, Tyson whispered, "We'll speak with you again soon." Barclay nodded, heading toward Engineering while he and Ro went to the Bridge.
— Star Jumper —
Tyson stood at the tactical station, familiarizing himself with the Stargazer's weapons systems. The configurations resembled Federation standards but with slight modifications. Power outputs ran considerably higher than this vessel's should. Ensign Ro worked at the station beside him, the Gray Goo Suit still hid her Bajoran appearance. She played the role of Tyson's subordinate, which technically she was, and no one on the Terran ship questioned the arrangement.
"Power distribution to the forward arrays is uneven," Ro said. "Compensating now."
"Good catch. Check the targeting scanners while you're at it." Tyson replied, maintaining the authoritative tone expected of a Terran officer.
As he worked, Tyson felt someone watching him. Lieutenant Junior-Grade Yar observed him suspiciously from her security station. Her demotion after Tyson's arrival had created an enemy, and she did not attempt to hide her resentment.
Data occupied the captain's chair. His yellow eyes tracked every movement on the bridge with cold calculation.
The turbolift doors opened, and Captain Picard and Inquisitor Troi entered. The atmosphere on the bridge instantly tensed as the crew snapped to attention and offered the captain a straight-arm salute. Caught off guard, Tyson and Ro quickly mimicked the motion, hoping no one would notice their momentary confusion.
Picard strode onto the bridge. "At ease," he barked, and the crew returned to their stations.
Troi studied Tyson as if she could see through his facade. Unlike the empathic counselor he knew, this Troi wore her hair loose, her dress cut to emphasize her sexuality rather than professionalism.
"Status report," Picard demanded, taking his seat.
Data stood beside the command chair. "Long-range scanners are picking up a lone ship just on the outskirts of the system, Captain. Cardassian. A Galor-class cruiser."
Picard raised an eyebrow. "Alone? They tend to travel in threes."
"Affirmative. The ship is traveling at sub-light speeds, and its trajectory is erratic, suggesting some malfunction. Long-range scans did not detect any other Cardassian ships nearby. This appears to be a courier or surveillance vessel that has undergone a warp core breach. It would be difficult to falsify these sensor readings."
"If we could bring her back intact, it would be quite a prize."
"Indeed, Captain. The heavy disruptor array alone would be worth the trouble. Not to mention the torpedo banks if the ship is still fully armed."
Picard made his decision. "Very well. Mr. Khushal, set an intercept course, warp 6. Let's get to that Cardie ship before some of its friends arrive."
The helmsman, a burly man with a prominent facial scar that Tyson didn't recognize from his universe, responded crisply, "Course laid in, Captain."
Troi moved closer to Picard, whispering something in his ear. The captain's expression darkened momentarily before he nodded. Tyson strained to hear their exchange but caught nothing.
With his signature command, Picard said, "Engage. And with any luck, we'll return with our reward..."
The Stargazer dropped out of warp, the Cardassian vessel looming on the viewscreen. Its hull showed scorch marks, and plasma vented from several locations, but the ship maintained a defensive posture.
"Target the cruiser," Picard ordered from his command chair. "Remember, we want that vessel as intact as possible. I don't want any damned mistakes this time!"
Tyson analyzed the incoming sensor data. The Galor-class cruiser's power readings fluctuated, but its weapons remained online. He adjusted the targeting parameters, compensating for the vessel's irregular movement.
"Phasers locked," Tyson reported, glancing at Picard.
The captain gave a curt nod.
Tyson unleashed a precise barrage of phaser fire and photon torpedoes. Orange beams struck out from the Stargazer's arrays, followed by brilliant red spheres of energy. The attacks hit the Cardassian ship's shields in a calculated pattern, but the shields held.
"Sir, this might be a trap," Tyson warned, noting the ship's shield strength remained higher than expected for a damaged vessel.
The Galor-class cruiser responded with a devastating volley from its spiral wave disruptors. Green energy slammed into the Stargazer's shields, causing the deck to buck beneath their feet.
"Shields down to 28%, Captain!" Lieutenant Yar called out.
Tyson recalibrated the weapons. Another spread of torpedoes launched, preceded by precision phaser strikes. The combined assault finally penetrated the enemy's defenses.
"Sir, Galor's shields are down," he reported, eyes fixed on the tactical readout. "But they're readying another blast from the Heavy Spiral Wave Disruptor."
Picard's expression hardened as he assessed the situation. "Withdraw, Mr. Khushal. We cannot risk the Stargazer for a single Cardassian ship."
The helmsman's hands moved swiftly across his console. The Stargazer banked hard to port, engines flaring as they accelerated away. A massive green beam cut through the space they had occupied moments before. Ro worked silently beside Tyson, monitoring power distribution to the shields.
"Get us to a safe distance," Picard commanded, his jaw clenched in frustration at their failure to capture the prize.
The Stargazer continued its retreat, putting space between itself and the damaged but still dangerous Cardassian vessel. Inquisitor Troi stood behind the captain's chair, her dark eyes narrowed as she watched the Galor-class cruiser shrink on the viewscreen.
Data processed the tactical data. "The Cardassian vessel is not pursuing, Captain. We have achieved minimum safe distance."
The bridge crew maintained their stations as the immediate threat passed. Tyson kept weapons locked on the Cardassian ship, ready to respond if needed. Junior Lieutenant Yar shot Tyson another suspicious glare, clearly blaming him for their inability to disable the target. He ignored her and focused on restoring power to the forward shield grid.
As the Stargazer retreated from the Galor-class ship, Tyson spoke up. "Captain, I request permission to board the Cardassian vessel."
Picard looked at him incredulously. "Lieutenant, what would possess you to want to go to the Cardie ship?"
"The Stargazer can't beat a Galor one-on-one," Tyson said. "They're too well armored, and that spiral wave disruptor would destroy us. But their shields are down now. Our best option is to board and disable it from the inside before they repair their shields." He straightened. "Send me with a small team, keep a transporter lock on us, and let's see if it's possible."
Picard considered this, brow furrowed. He glanced around the bridge for any signs of dissent or support. Finally, the Captain made his decision.
"Very well, Lieutenant. I'll allow this endeavor. We'll keep a transporter lock if possible. Commander Data, you're in charge, Yar go as well. Tyson, take your subordinate with you. I'm not going to be responsible for her if you die."
The walk to the transporter room was tense. Yar kept her hand near her disruptor, eyes fixed on Tyson. Ro walked close to him. Tyson slowed, allowing Data and Yar to pull ahead. When they were several meters away, he leaned slightly toward Ro.
"Are you okay with this mission?" he asked quietly, eyes forward. "Do you have history with the Cardassians?"
Ro's expression remained neutral, but her eyes hardened. "I was born during the Occupation," she said. "My father was executed in front of me when I was seven for a crime he didn't commit. I spent my childhood in the refugee camps on Bajor." Her voice carried no emotion, but her fingers twitched at her side. "So yes, Lieutenant, I have history with Cardassians."
Tyson nodded. "And live combat? Have you faced that before?"
A bitter smile crossed Ro's face. "The incident at Garon II wasn't my first firefight." She paused. "Eight of my away team died there because I disobeyed orders. But before that, I fought with the Bajoran Resistance for three years."
Tyson glanced at her. The collar around her neck seemed even more offensive now. "I'm sorry about what happened at Garon II. And about this whole situation."
"Save your pity," Ro replied sharply, then softened her tone. "I've made my peace with my past. As for this mission, I'm more concerned about our companions than the Cardassians."
Ahead of them, Yar turned her head slightly, trying to eavesdrop. Tyson immediately raised his voice.
"And make sure you stay behind me. I won't have you getting hurt on our first outing."
Ro played along. "Yes, sir."
The transporter room doors opened with a hiss. The pad looked identical to Federation technology, though the Empire's logo dominated the wall behind it.
"Commander, what will be our course of action?"
"Our objective is to disable the Cardassian vessel's propulsion and weapons systems," Data stated. "We will beam near their engineering section. Junior Lieutenant Yar and Ensign Laren will focus on securing the area. Lieutenant Tyson and I will focus on disabling their systems."
Yar distributed weapons, deliberately handing Ro the oldest, most worn phaser rifle. Ro accepted the weapon without comment, checking it despite its poor condition. Tyson noticed how she identified and compensated for the rifle's flaws, adjusting the power cell and alignment.
The team took positions on the pad. Tyson stood next to Ro, their shoulders nearly touching. He felt the tension in her body, but her face remained calm.
"Remember," Data said as they prepared to beam out, "the Terran Empire rewards success generously and punishes failure severely. Do not return without completing your mission."
The transporter chief activated the controls, and dematerialization began. As the room faded, Tyson caught Ro's eye. They would watch each other's backs, whatever happened on the Cardassian ship.
Tyson recommended a 2-1-1 formation, with him, Yar, and Ro in front and Data in back until they reached an area where they could take control of the ship. Yar nodded grudgingly, accepting the arrangement despite her distaste for working with him.
Data considered the strategy. "Agreed. This formation provides optimal coverage while maintaining our offensive capabilities."
The hum of the ship's systems filled their ears as they materialized, punctuated by distant footsteps and Cardassian voices. Tyson and Yar took point, scanning every corner. Ro followed close behind with Data at the rear, his android brain already calculating the most efficient route to their target. They moved forward silently, weapons ready.
A lone crewman stood at a wall console, absorbed in his work, muttering in Cardassian. Tyson fired a single shot. The bolt struck the crewman's back, and he collapsed without a sound.
They encountered two more crewmen on their way through the ship. Yar eliminated one with her disruptor while Ro handled the other.
Data stopped the group at an intersection. His tricorder beeped as he studied the readings. "Engineering is twenty meters ahead. I detect twelve life signs—eight engineers working on repairs and four security personnel."
"What's the layout?" Tyson asked quietly.
"Two levels. Main engineering spans both decks, with a central warp core. Catwalks provide access to the upper level. Security personnel are stationed at the main entrance and above."
"We need to take them all out quickly before they raise an alarm."
"Agreed." Data tapped at his tricorder. "I suggest we split into two teams. Tyson and I will enter through the main door as a diversion. Yar and Ro can access the upper level through the maintenance shaft and attack from above. The maintenance shaft is three meters back," Data said. "Once in position, wait for my signal."
Yar and Ro found the access panel, removed the cover, and disappeared inside. Tyson and Data positioned themselves on either side of the main engineering doors.
Data tapped his communicator twice to signal the other team. He counted down with three fingers. When the last finger dropped, Tyson activated the door control.
The doors slid open. Tyson rolled through the opening, taking cover behind a console. Data followed, raising his Borg-enhanced arm to fire.
The Cardassian security officers reacted quickly, but not fast enough. Tyson's phaser found its first target before the alien could fire, and Data dropped two more in rapid succession.
Disruptor fire rained from above as Yar and Ro engaged the upper-level guards. The engineers scattered, seeking cover behind equipment.
"Surrender now," Data commanded in perfect Cardassian. "Resistance will result in termination."
One engineer lunged for the alarm panel. Ro's disruptor blast caught him in the chest, leaving a smoking hole in his uniform. The remaining Cardassians raised their hands.
"Secure them," Data ordered as he approached the main console. His cybernetic components interfaced directly with the computer system, bypassing security protocols.
Tyson and Ro gathered the engineers into a corner while Yar covered them. The Cardassians watched Data access their systems with a mixture of fear and hatred.
"I have control of primary systems," Data announced. "Weapons are offline. Shield generators locked down. I am implementing a level four encryption protocol to prevent override."
Tyson kept his phaser trained on the prisoners. "How long until they can restore control?"
"Without the encryption key, approximately seventy-two hours. I have also disabled their self-destruct systems and locked out command functions from the bridge."
Yar clutched her left side where a disruptor blast had caught her. A burn marred her torso, but she kept her weapon steady despite her trembling fingers.
Tyson turned to assist Data in disabling the Galor's weapons. They worked together, inputting commands and bypassing security measures. The alien interface responded sluggishly, but they penetrated deeper into the ship's core systems.
Ro guarded the prisoners, her attention repeatedly drawn to Yar's injury. The burn had eaten through uniform fabric to the flesh beneath, yet the security officer maintained her composure.
The ship's systems responded to their efforts. Banks of controls went dark as each weapons system shut down. The whine of spiral wave disruptors faded to silence. With the Galor's weapons disabled and shields down, the team relaxed slightly.
Data nodded to Tyson. "Well done, Lieutenant. Our mission is nearly complete. I will contact the Stargazer and report our success."
"Data to Stargazer."
Picard's voice came through clearly. "Go ahead, Commander."
"The Galor's shields and weapons are down," Data reported. "You may safely engage a tractor beam and tow it deeper into the system. We will remain here to ensure they cannot restore their systems."
After a brief pause, Picard responded with pride. "Excellent work, away team. We'll take it from here. Stand by for extraction once we're at a safe distance."
"Understood, Captain," Data replied before ending the communication.
The away team felt a slight jerk as the Stargazer's tractor beam locked onto the Cardassian ship and began dragging it through space.
As the Stargazer towed the disabled Galor-class cruiser deeper into the system, Tyson kept his disruptor trained on the Cardassian prisoners. The ship's weapons and shields remained offline, their control panels dark and unresponsive thanks to Data's encryption.
A loud bang echoed through Engineering, followed by the distinctive whine of disruptor fire. The sealed door began to glow orange around its edges as the Cardassians outside concentrated their weapons.
"They're trying to burn through," Ro announced.
Data looked at the deteriorating door. "Data to Stargazer."
"Go ahead, Commander," Picard's voice crackled through the comm.
"Captain, the Cardassians are attempting to destroy the door to retake Engineering."
After a brief pause, Picard responded grimly. "It'll be several minutes before we're safely within Terran territory. You'll need to hold out until then. We'll maintain a transporter lock and beam you out once we've reached our destination. Good luck."
"Understood, Captain." Data turned to the team. "Take defensive positions. We must maintain control until we reach Terran space."
The away team spread across the two-level chamber. Tyson moved behind one of the thick support columns lining the room, providing both cover and a clear line of sight to the entrance. The metal felt cool against his back as he pressed against it, disruptor rifle ready.
Ro took a position behind another column opposite him. She checked her weapon charge and nodded across the room. Yar stumbled to a console near the central warp core, her movements stiff from the disruptor burn through her uniform. She crouched behind the workstation, refusing to show pain. Her injured left arm trembled, but she propped her weapon to ensure her aim remained steady.
The door's glow intensified, metal beginning to bubble and run down its surface. The Cardassians' assault wouldn't be held back much longer. The prisoners huddled in their corner, watching with satisfaction as their compatriots worked to free them. Tyson kept one eye on them while focusing on the failing door.
A sharp crack split the air as the first section gave way. Molten metal sprayed across the deck, cooling rapidly. The gap widened as more disruptor fire carved away at the barrier.
The team created overlapping fields of fire that would catch any Cardassians who breached Engineering. Tyson crouched behind his column. Across the room, Ro mirrored his stance.
The door's surface warped under the sustained assault. Sparks cascaded as the final sections gave way. The barrier disintegrated, revealing the Cardassian assault team arranged in two precise lines.
Green energy bolts crisscrossed the chamber, forcing the away team deeper into cover. The acrid stench of ionized air filled Engineering.
The first wave weathered the initial counterattack, their armor absorbing glancing hits. Tyson's phaser pistol found its mark, dropping one soldier, while Ro's precise shot caught another in the throat. Still, the Cardassians maintained their disciplined advance.
Data's mechanical arm reconfigured, extending a cutting beam emitter. Brilliant blue energy lanced out in a devastating arc. The beam carved through armor and flesh with surgical precision, bisecting the Cardassian soldiers.
Bodies toppled to the deck, some still twitching. The bulkheads around the entrance glowed cherry red where Data's weapon had scored them. Smoke rose from the carnage, carrying the smell of charred flesh and melted metal.
The chamber fell silent except for the hum of the warp core. The prisoners stared in horror at their fallen comrades, their earlier satisfaction replaced by fear. Even Yar seemed disturbed by Data's ruthless efficiency.
Tyson lowered his weapon. "You're a scary man, Commander."
Data fixed his yellow eyes on Tyson. "Fear is a human emotion, Ensign. As an android, I am programmed to efficiently eliminate threats to our mission. My purpose is to serve the Terran Empire effectively and without error. My actions are dictated by logic and orders."
Tyson watched as Data methodically swept his cutting beam across another group of soldiers. The android's movements were precise, each strike ending a life with cold efficiency. Blood and viscera painted the deck where moments before living beings had stood.
"Fascinating," Data noted. "The cutting beam appears to cauterize wounds instantly, preventing blood loss that might compromise deck traction," making it unmistakable, this wasn't the curious Data he knew from the Federation. This one was a weapon for the Empire, enhanced with Borg technology.
Ro maintained her guard position, face tight with tension. Even Yar, despite her injury, seemed unsettled by the methodical slaughter.
"Their tactical approach was flawed," Data continued emotionlessly. "By maintaining a tight formation, they presented an optimal target profile. Perhaps the next wave will prove more challenging." The android spoke of mass murder with the same inflection one might use to discuss the weather. "Lieutenant Tyson, maintain your position," Data ordered. "We must secure this area until the Stargazer reaches Terran space." This Data was more dangerous than Lore had ever been. At least Lore had possessed some semblance of emotion. This version operated purely on programming, executing the Empire's will without hesitation or mercy.
Another group of Cardassians attempted to breach Engineering, but their yells ended abruptly as they barely passed the bottleneck before being dropped to the deck.
The combadge chirped. "Stargazer to away team," Picard announced. "We have reached Terran territory. Prepare for transport."
As the team gathered for beam out, Tyson seized his opportunity. Looking directly at Ro, he spoke clearly. "Vicky Override." His eyes flicked meaningfully toward Data.
Ro's hand shot out, gripping Lieutenant Commander Data's shoulder. In that instant, Vicky engaged Data's positronic brain in silent combat, overwhelming his systems before he could react.
"What are you talking about?" Yar demanded, wincing as she shifted. "I thought her name was Laren."
"You're correct, Lieutenant Junior Grade Yar," Tyson replied smoothly. "But I can call her whatever I want."
By the time Yar glanced at Ro, her hand had already returned to her side. The battle between Vicky and Data was over, with Vicky victorious. Ro's expression showed confusion at both Tyson's dismissive words and her body's autonomous movement, controlled by the Gray Goo Suit she now wore. But the look played perfectly into her role.
Moments later, the familiar hum of the transporter enveloped the team, and they were whisked back to the Stargazer.
— Star Jumper —
The away team materialized in the Stargazer's transporter room. Data immediately issued orders, his voice mechanical but authoritative, though only Tyson knew Vicky was the true source of the commands.
"Yar, Ro, acceptable work. Ro, take the Lieutenant to Sickbay and assist Dr. Pulaski until Tyson comes for you."
Ro supported Yar, taking her uninjured arm across her shoulders as they left. Data turned to Tyson. "We must report to the captain."
Tyson followed the android through the Stargazer's corridors, maintaining his role as an obedient officer. Crew members pressed themselves against bulkheads as they passed, averting their eyes to avoid notice. The bridge officers immediately directed them to Picard's ready room. The captain greeted them with obvious pleasure. "Congratulations, gentlemen, on a job very fucking well done. Commander Data, your report."
Data stood rigidly at attention. "Captain, our infiltration of the Cardassian Galor-Class cruiser was successful. We neutralized multiple Cardassian personnel and security forces. Engineering was heavily defended, but we overcame and eliminated or captured all hostiles. We sustained minimal casualties—Junior Lieutenant Yar took a disruptor blast but is now in sickbay under Ro's escort."
Tyson watched Picard's face as Data continued. The captain's satisfaction grew with each mention of violence.
"We achieved our primary objective by disabling the cruiser's weapons and shields, making it vulnerable to the Stargazer's tractor beam. I encrypted their systems to prevent reactivation."
Data described actions that would horrify his Federation counterpart with the same emotionless efficiency. "As Cardassians attempted to breach engineering, we systematically eliminated each wave of attackers. The operation was executed with maximum precision and brutality."
"Commander Data, you've detailed the mission's success, but what about Lieutenant Tyson's performance specifically? How did he handle himself in battle?"
"Lieutenant Tyson performed exceptionally. He displayed remarkable combat aptitude and tactical thinking. His ability to adapt to unforeseen circumstances proved crucial to our success. He has demonstrated his value to this crew."
Tyson maintained his composure while inwardly relieved. Vicky had crafted Data's response perfectly, leaving no chance of revealing their deception.
"Gentlemen, excellent news. We'll receive a substantial cut from selling the Cardassian ship, plus additional profit from turning the Cardassians over to the Department of Slavery. A fine addition to our assets."
Episode: Star Trek Mirror Universe - Galor Complete!
+150 RP
Reality Points: 1600
Tyson considered his options carefully. Maintaining his cover meant playing along with this barbaric system, but perhaps he could nudge things in a direction that might eventually benefit their escape plans. "Captain, would we not be better served to keep the ship? The Cardassians move in packs. Shouldn't we do the same?"
"An interesting proposition, Lieutenant. A fleet could expand our strategic capabilities, but the resources required to staff the Cardassian vessel would be considerable. The political implications might draw unwanted attention. The benefits are enticing, but the risks and costs could outweigh potential gains. For now, let us focus on immediate rewards and continue building our strength."
Picard cleared his throat. "Lieutenant, one last thing. Inquisitor Troi has insisted that you see her for an evaluation after your first combat mission. I couldn't care less, usually, but she's adamant about assessing your mental state. Denying her is more trouble than it's worth, so do that. Dismissed."
He made his way to Troi's quarters. As the doors slid open, the stark contrast between her living space and the rest of the ship struck him. Her quarters resembled a modern new age doctor's office rather than a military officer's living space. The lounge area doubled as her office, dominated by a U-shaped sectional sofa that created an inviting atmosphere for conversation. Abstract art adorned the walls, which surprised him, since the Stargazer was very sparsely decorated. She even had a few potted plants. A door in the corner led to what Tyson assumed were Troi's private quarters.
Deanna Troi, herself, reclined on the plush couch in a form-fitting black sleeveless dress. She looked up from her PADD and beckoned him with a wave. "Lieutenant Tyson, please, have a seat. We have much to discuss."
As he sat, Troi leaned closer. "I understand you've been through a great deal. You participated in a starship battle, fought against Cardassians, even saw Lieutenant Yar get injured. These experiences can overwhelm someone on their first combat mission." She studied his face. "Tell me, how are you feeling right now? Processing your emotions after intense situations helps you grow stronger and more resilient as a crew member."
Her voice maintained a soothing quality but carried an underlying edge, a reminder she was not just a counselor but an Inquisitor. Tyson considered how much to hold back. She claimed he was harder to read, but that could mean she could not read him or wanted him to believe she could not. Manipulation ran rampant in this universe. He decided to approach as if she already knew everything, hoping to earn her trust through honesty.
"I enjoyed myself. Contributing on the bridge and going on missions like this. It's what I've always wanted to do."
Troi listened intently, her eyes never leaving his face. She leaned back and crossed her legs. "Your contributions haven't gone unnoticed. Commander Data mentioned how proficient you are in combat. It must be quite impressive for him to comment. Tell me, how did you manage that?"
"Combat is my thing. I've always been a good fighter."
Troi tilted her head. "Is there anything else that might explain your exceptional performance?"
When Tyson didn't respond, Inquisitor Troi reached over the edge of the couch. The movement caused her dress to ride up her legs. Her new position raised her ass invitingly, placing her curves on full display.
"Not really, Inquisitor. I told you about my empathy. If you focus, sensing minute shifts in emotions can give you a leg up in combat. It's not telepathy or clairvoyance, but it provides insight into your opponent's next action."
Troi returned to her original position as Tyson averted his eyes from her curves. Her lips curled into a knowing smile. "I'm not human, Tyson. I come from Betazed. Most Terrans think I'm a witch, but you already knew what I was. You hinted at it in the turbolift. I'm a telepath, and I've been reading your thoughts this entire time."
Tyson remained silent, trying to suppress his thoughts. Troi pouted mockingly and sat back, squeezing her arms across her chest to emphasize her cleavage. "This is the part where you tell your secret," she teased, eyes sparkling with mischief.
He found himself more amused than concerned. Troi had Picard's ear and if truthful, knew all his secrets. Yet instead of keeping quiet or reporting to the captain, she prodded him while revealing what she knew. And acted seductive in the process. She either banked on him falling for her wiles, lied about her knowledge, or revealed her cards, hoping to gain his trust and cooperation.
Tyson leaned forward, matching her playful demeanor with a confident smile. "What I took from your admission was that you flashed me intentionally. I like a woman who's forward."
Troi stared at him for a moment before breaking into genuine laughter. The sound filled the room, transforming her from an intimidating Inquisitor to something more approachable. "You are either incredibly brave or foolish to speak to me that way. Perhaps both." Her laughter faded, but the smile remained. "Your mind is... different. Complex. Layered in ways I rarely encounter." She uncrossed her legs and shifted position. "I sense no fear from you, only caution and... curiosity."
"You're an intriguing woman, Inquisitor."
"Deanna," she corrected. "When we're alone, you may call me Deanna."
Tyson nodded. "Deanna, then."
She leaned closer, her subtle perfume enveloping him. "Now, about those secrets you're keeping..."
Tyson weighed his options. Complete honesty would be dangerous, but a partial truth might satisfy her curiosity while establishing trust. "What would you say if I told you I'm not exactly who everyone thinks I am?"
Deanna's eyes lit with interest. "I'd say that's obvious. The question is, who are you really?"
"I'm not Terran, at least not in the way you understand. I come from somewhere else entirely. A parallel universe. A mirror of this one."
Deanna's expression shifted from playful to intensely focused. "Continue."
"Where I come from, there's no Terran Empire. Instead, we have the United Federation of Planets, an alliance of worlds working together for mutual benefit and peaceful coexistence."
"Peaceful coexistence? With aliens?" The concept seemed to both fascinate and perplex her.
"Yes. Humans, Vulcans, Andorians, Tellarites, and dozens of other species, all equal members, focusing on exploration and scientific discovery. We seek out new civilizations to learn from them, not subjugate them."
Deanna leaned back. "And in this... Federation, what is your role?"
"I serve in Starfleet, a Lieutenant, same as here."
"How did you come to be here?"
Tyson decided to maintain some mystery. "An entity with powers beyond comprehension transported me here."
"And your companion?"
"Under my protection, regardless of her origin," he said vaguely, but with a hint of implied threat.
Deanna nodded. "I saw as much."
"What do you intend to do with this information?" he asked.
Deanna's lips curved into a mysterious smile. "That depends on you. Your presence here is... intriguing. You represent a different way of existing." She leaned forward, lowering her voice. "The Empire is brutal and efficient, but it's also stagnant in many ways. We conquer, we destroy, and we rule through fear. Your Federation... it sounds like it builds, creates, grows through cooperation."
"You seem almost envious."
"Perhaps I am. Betazoids in your universe… Are they free? Respected?"
"They're valued members of the Federation. Their telepathic abilities are seen as gifts to be used ethically, not weapons."
"My mother was executed for refusing to use her abilities to torture information from prisoners. I learned early that survival meant embracing what the Empire wanted from me."
The vulnerability in her admission surprised Tyson. "I'm sorry about your mother. I met her. I mean, the version of her from the Federation. She's a firecracker."
Deanna smiled sadly but waved away his sympathy. "It was long ago. But it shaped who I am." She straightened and, for the first time, showed a professional demeanor. "Your secret is safe with me, for now. I find myself curious about this Federation of yours, about the possibilities it represents."
"Why would you keep this to yourself? Surely Captain Picard would reward you for uncovering a potential spy."
"Captain Picard rewards loyalty, yes, but he also eliminates threats. You would be seen as such, your knowledge extracted, and then you'd be discarded." She shook her head. "Such a waste of potential. Besides, I've seen enough of your thoughts to know you pose no immediate danger to this ship or its crew."
"And what do you want in exchange for your silence?"
Deanna's smile returned, enigmatic and calculating. "Information. Stories about your universe. About Betazed in your reality. About how things could be different. About my mother…" She paused. "And perhaps... your assistance with certain matters that may arise."
"You want me as an ally."
"I want you as a resource," she corrected.
"Keep telling yourself that," he said boldly. "I can agree to that, with one condition. Ro remains protected as well."
Deanna considered this. "Very well. She seems loyal to you, and that makes her useful. But remember, Lieutenant, I am still the Inquisitor of this vessel. If I detect any genuine threat to the ship from either of you, our arrangement ends immediately."
"Understood."
As she finished, she placed her hand on Tyson's. Her touch was warm and reassuring. "Thank you for sharing your secret with me."
Tyson looked into Troi's dark eyes. "Is there anything I can do to ensure your confidentiality? I could use more people I can trust."
"Continue as you have been," she advised. "Remain loyal to Picard for now. Let me know of anything you think might be of interest."
She shifted on the couch, her posture becoming more professional despite their proximity. "This ship operates on a delicate balance of power. Picard maintains control through fear and strategic alliances. The crew respects strength above all else."
"I noticed the first officer was missing from the bridge earlier," Tyson ventured, testing how much she might reveal.
Troi didn't seem overly surprised. "Picard is concerned about the first officer's absence and suspects Yar might be responsible. He purposely paired you with Yar to curb her ambition and to see how you would respond."
The pieces clicked into place for Tyson. The captain's unusual interest in his performance and immediate placement on the bridge with Yar were calculated assignments, all part of Picard's chess game with his crew.
"So I'm being tested."
"Everyone is always being tested on this ship," Troi replied. "Survival depends on passing those tests."
Tyson took in the information, feeling the weight of the situation. He realized that both Picard and Troi were evaluating him.
"I'll do my best to keep Yar in check and support Picard," Tyson promised. "Though I put her in sickbay, and she's there again now. I seem to be doing a good job despite it not being my previous goal."
"Yes, that disruptor blast was quite fortunate timing. It neutralized her without you having to take direct action against her."
"I wouldn't say fortunate for her," Tyson replied, matching her light tone.
Troi's lips curved upward. "From hearing Yar's thoughts, she'd rather you take her back to your quarters than to sickbay."
The unexpected comment caught Tyson off guard. He raised an eyebrow, studying Troi's expression for any sign of jealousy or manipulation. Her face remained playful, almost teasing.
"Yar has developed quite an interest in you," Troi continued. "She sees you as powerful, mysterious, and worth aligning with. Or perhaps eliminating, depending on her mood. Alliances form and dissolve based on advantage and opportunity. Very few connections stem from genuine affection or trust."
Tyson fired back playfully, "It's easy to tell what someone wants when you can read their mind."
Troi laughed, the sound unexpectedly light. "You'd be surprised. Minds are complex, layered things. Sometimes people don't even know what they truly want."
"And what about you? Do you always know what you want?" Their faces still close, he asked in a flirtatious tone, "Would you like to find out?"
The air between them seemed charged with possibility. Then, as quickly as it had appeared, the moment passed, and her professional demeanor returned.
Deanna rose from the couch, signaling the end of their session. "You've given me much to think about, Lieutenant. We'll speak again soon." She moved toward the door. "For now, you're cleared for continued duty. I'll inform the captain that your mental state is satisfactory."
As the door slid open, she added, "Oh, and Lieutenant? Do try to keep your thoughts about me a bit more... professional when we're on the bridge. Your admiration is flattering but rather distracting."
With that parting comment and a knowing smile, she gestured for him to leave.
After Tyson left, Troi picked up her PADD and initiated a video communication with Captain Picard. The captain appeared on the screen.
"Report, Inquisitor," Picard requested.
Troi looked directly into the captain's eyes. "Tyson is trustworthy, Captain. I believe we can count on his loyalty and dedication to you and the Stargazer."
Picard nodded his approval. "That's good to hear, Inquisitor. Your insights are always invaluable."
Troi offered a small smile but kept Tyson's secret to herself. She felt a connection to him and sensed there was more to learn.
"Thank you, Captain," she replied. "I'll continue to monitor his progress and keep you informed of any developments."
Picard's expression turned serious. "I trust your judgment, Troi. Keep an eye on him, and let me know if anything changes."
"I will, Captain."
As the communication ended and Picard's image disappeared, Troi felt a flutter of excitement. She had decided to keep Tyson's secret, for now, and wondered what the future held. It was a risk, and only time would reveal the consequences or the payoff.