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The Guardians

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Part 7

 

The antique crystal decanter shattered against the far wall of the elegant room. Red rivers of wine ran down the exclusive marble.

"Damn these Guardians! Damn the entire Protectorate!" Prime Minister Nontha hissed and slammed both his fists on top of his desk.

Three men and a woman stood to his left and anxiously watched their leader continue to curse, his face red with anger.

Nontha seethed with rage. Pacing back and forth, he tried to control his anger and frustration. If he was to regain the upper hand, he had to control his emotions and think with a clear mind, not one coloured with fury.

Taking a deep breath, he stopped and slowly took a seat at the end of the conference room table. Several seconds passed as he regained control. Glancing up at the members of his staff, he motioned to them and indicated that they should approach and take a seat.

"We all know that we must act quickly," he said, his voice a low growl. "If we are to continue our … venture and retain our freedom, we need to take appropriate measures. We cannot afford to underestimate Captain Montgomery or her Guardians. There is no turning back. If accused, we deny any wrong doings and are prepared to make counter accusations."

"But they have already seized our files, our computers. They already suspect us!"

Nontha glared at his colleague, Deputy Prime Minister Tanka. They went back a long time and he was used to the other man’s volatile nature, exceeding even his own.

"They may have their suspicions but today’s demonstration was nothing but their weak attempt to find incriminating evidence," he assured Tanka. "Unless one of you has become sloppy in your work, they will find nothing. Am I wrong in assuming that everything on this topic is encrypted?"

"Yes, Prime Minister. Our operational security is excellent but the Guardians have their ways."

"Indeed. Why are they always interfering? It infuriates me to no end! However, my friends we must remain calm. Remember, we have nothing to hide; we are only here to serve," the prime minister replied in a sarcastic tone.

"Prime Minister, may I make an observation?"

Prime Minister Nontha turned towards his legal council Judge Roana. He nodded to her.

"Speak. I’m interested in anything you have to say."

The woman took a deep breath and began.

"There is much here that works in our favour. The fact that they took so much material tells me that they have no clue what they are looking for. The sheer volume works in our favour. Time works in our favour as well. It will take them time to examine all of the material they seized. It will take additional time for them to decipher our codes. Even then, it will be difficult for them to link all our operations together since much of what we do is compartmentalised."

"What if they act prematurely?" one of the men on the far side of the table asked.

"They will not," replied the Prime Minister. "This office and our positions still provide us with elements of protection. If they act prematurely it will destabilise the government."

"That too may work in our favour," mused the Judge.

"Yes," the Prime Minister replied and silently sat pondering the point for a moment. "Why not? It has always been on the table. It would simply be a case of putting into motion one of our contingency plans slightly ahead of schedule."

The men and the woman nodded.

"Shall I contact our agents in the field?" the man furthest to the left asked.

"Yes, do that," Nontha agreed. "As long as the search and rescue operations continue, the Guardians will remain … distracted. We have a window of opportunity to act, let us not waste it. Need I remind you, our futures are at stake?"

He rose from his chair again, too agitated to sit still. He took a long breath and then turned around to face his companions.

"I know it looks grim," he said, a slow smile gracing his lips. "However, I feel that all may not be lost."

 

*****

 

Captain Eliana Montgomery stood at the head of the large provisional conference table in the officer’s mess hall onboard The Excellence.

She glanced around the solemn faces of the people attending the briefing.

To her left, First Officer Chakotay, Chief Engineer B’Elanna Torres and Seven of Nine accompanied by Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager.

She let her eyes wander off to her right, regarding the Protectorate ship Rak’Tar’s commanding officer, Captain Dar’Gaian. He sat with his tactical chief and his next in command.

Her own senior staff occupied the seats at the far end of the table. Her tactical officer, Lt Bremer, Lt D’Antoine and Chief Engineer Ramirez were present along with her first officer, Commander Max Toriello. Max and Voyager’s tactical officer, Commander Tuvok, were talking quietly to one another while waiting for the command to begin the briefing.

Montgomery cleared her throat. She did not have to ask for silence; everyone around the large table had their gaze locked on her.

"As you know, Commanders Toriello and Tuvok have brought disturbing information," she began. "They have together led the investigation on the planet to determine who or what was behind the plot that proved so devastating to Bunthora. It is of utmost importance that the Protectorate solves this matter quickly. Therefore, I have asked senior crewmembers from all three ships in orbit to attend this briefing."

She looked down on her data PADD, then up at the attending officers and motioned for Max to begin.

"Commander Tuvok and I, along with trusted personnel from our embassy and the planet’s government have gathered a great deal of information and physical evidence. Although we are still in the preliminary stages of our investigation, our initial findings are disturbing and potentially so dangerous that we notified Captain Montgomery immediately and requested this meeting."

Tuvok nodded in agreement and began to speak.

"Our preliminary findings implicate Prime Minister Nontha and his associates."

"Why am I not surprised?" Janeway commented in a tone that was chilling. "Have you got enough evidence to bring him and his cronies up on charges?"

"I believe we do, however, there are some issues surrounding how we obtained the information. Let me explain. Much of the initial evidence was circumstantial but it provided sufficient cause for the local authorities to obtain a search warrant from the Ministry of Justice to search and seize certain properties belonging to the Prime Minister’s Office. We confiscated computers, personal files and logs. Although the Prime Minister or members of his staff had attempted to erase many of the files, we were successful in recovering them."

Max Toriello began to show several of the documents on the screen.

"Although the volume of material was substantial we were able to get through it quickly by combining our technologies and dividing our efforts. We turned all of the written material over to our government counterparts while we focused on the data retrieved from the computers."

"They had employed a relatively primitive encryption technology. Primitive, that is by our standards, state of the art by theirs. Since they believed that their technology was impregnable, they were quite open in their transactions. These records along with the evidence that we had already acquired, confirmed our suspicions."

"Prime Minister Nontha, Deputy Prime Minister Tanka, and parts of their staff are behind the illegal sale of water to certain organisations in Gothiara," Max said. "They have used the ancient Protectorate technology to extract subterranean water for this purpose for decades. It is our opinion that Prime Minster Nontha used the powers of his office and his political influence to conduct this illegal operation without the threat of prosecution. He and his followers have gained substantial wealth from this endeavour over the years."

Most of this was no surprise. Ever since Montgomery’s first negotiations with the local officials, they had felt that there was something sinister about the Prime Minister and his associates.

Montgomery sighed inwardly. She did not look forward to reporting to either the Protectorate or Bunthora’s emperor.

"Do we know if any of the officials on Gothiara are involved?" she asked.

"From what Commander Tuvok and I could judge, we don’t think so. Gothiara has struggled with organised crime for years. The crime syndicates in the southern hemisphere have grown and become quite powerful. Their rise in power directly coincides with the water being diverted to that part of the world. It is this element of Gothiara society, not the government, which is prospering from this arrangement," Max replied.

"If the government is not directly to blame," Janeway asked, leaning forward on her arms, "why do you fear this will initiate a war?"

"Gothiara and Bunthora have a long history of mistrust between them which has disintegrated into wars several times over the past centuries. During the past decades, the two have reached a peaceful yet fragile coexistence. Their peace has not been one without differences. Even during this period of peace, there have been many minor skirmishes over trivial matters. I do not believe either side will find this trivial. Both sides will blame the other. The Bunthorans will believe that the Gothiarian government was behind this plot and was bent on destroying its people so it would no longer have to compete for water. The Gothiarans would suspect that this was an elaborate scheme by the Bunthorans government to support the syndicates, destabilize their government and expand their holdings into the southern hemisphere. The danger lies in the fact that there are elements of truth in both arguments," Tuvok offered.

"It is likely that the water has been sold to the Gothiarans on the black market for decades. The government may have known about it but was helpless to do anything." Max injected.

"Has anyone looked at the impact this will have on the Gothiarans economy as well as the stability of their government when the water suddenly stops? How dependent have the Gothiarans become on the illegal sale of water? Are we about to see another humanitarian disaster on our hands? And will the Bunthorans be prepared to help or will they be too bent on revenge?" Chakotay asked.

"My fear is that the Gothiarans will believe that they are in a no win situation and that their only option is to attack the Buthorians while they are weak," replied Max.

Montgomery knew he was right. She had studied the planet’s long-term history and both Bunthora and Gothiara had fought long and bloody wars over less. There had not been a real, global war in the last century and if they could not prevent one now, the modern weapons that they both possessed could cause irreparable damage.

"This has been an unconventional rescue operation from day one," Montgomery said. "We have had to rely upon the assistance of non-Guardians since the Excellence was severely damaged after our prior mission. There have been a several breaches of the Protectorate rules and regulations as well as the Federation Prime Directive. What makes things even worse is the fact that Protectorate technology fell into the hands of criminals and has caused incredible harm."

All at the table nodded silently in agreement.

"We have to act before matters degenerate beyond intervention. First, we need to brief the emperor of Bunthora. He already knows that his prime minister is not working for the best of the Bunthoran people. Let’s lay all the facts we have out for him. As soon as this meeting is over I will request an immediate audience."

"How do we explain how we were able to obtain this information? The Bunthoran’s do not have the technology to recover the data or decipher those disks. Will the emperor simply take your word?" asked Tuvok.

"The emperor has a long relationship with the Protectorate. He’ll listen to me as their representative, but you make an excellent point, Tuvok. He won’t act against the Prime Minister without collaborating evidence and even if we were to turn over the evidence we have - sit down Dar’Gaian, I said "if"- it would not hold up in their courts of law. What we need is to find supporting evidence. Better yet, we need to assist the local government in "finding" it. Don’t you agree?

"We should inform the Protectorate High Council of the situation," Dar’Gaian said.

"I have already arranged for that," Montgomery replied.

"There is also the fact that a large number of the Bunthoran people actually saw Voyager in low orbit," Dar’Gaian insisted.

Montgomery sighed inwardly.

"I will include that piece of news in my report to the Protectorate as well. I’m sure that they’ll take it into consideration when they assess the situation."

Janeway stood and approached the screen. Quickly she examined the information displayed before them.

"What type of relationship do the Guardians have in the southern hemisphere?"

"We have a small presence."

"I find it rather strange that this has been going on, perhaps for decades, and your people didn’t pick up on it until it became a crisis."

"What are you implying?" demanded Captain Dar’Gaian, sounding outraged.

"Calm down, Dar’Gaian," Montgomery interrupted. "Captain Janeway’s question is quite legitimate so let me answer it. Our people did notice the introduction of water on the black market and its impact on the Gothiarans’ government and its people. We have monitored the situation for years but failed to pursue its source. The fact is that we all are culpable, Gothiara, Bunthora, the Protectorate, the Guardians, even in a way Voyager and Starfleet."

"Touché," admitted Janeway with a grimace.

"So now that we have accepted this," Montgomery said glaring pointedly at both captains. "It’s time to set things straight."

Montgomery felt her knees go weak and cursed her treacherous body. This was not the time to show weakness. She saw Janeway glance at her and then felt the younger woman stealthily nudge her towards a chair. Clenching her teeth, she took a seat.

"Captain Dar’Gaian," the Excellence’s captain continued, "I want you and your crew to assume responsibility for the rescue operations. I also need you to dispatch several teams to the southern hemisphere to initiate the investigation from that end. I want you personally to approach the Gothiara leadership and offer them our support and assistance in apprehending the parties involved and bringing them to justice. Emphasise the fact that we understand that they were not directly responsible for the terrible tragedy that has transpired against the Bunthoran people. Insist that is in their best interest to go aggressively after the criminals whose greed has caused both countries so much pain. Let them know that they are not alone.

"Yes, Captain Montgomery," Dar’Gaian replied smartly, obviously recognising the trust the more seasoned captain was showing him by delegating such difficult tasks to him and his crew. "I’ll need some assistance from Commanders Tuvok and Toriello. If they can give my crew a briefing on everything they have uncovered, I’m sure we’ll be able to bring those behind this plot to justice."

"Good. Commanders Tuvok and Toriello, as soon as you finish briefing Captain Dar’Gaian’s crew I want you to return planet side and assist the government officials in forming its case against the Prime Minister Nontha and his cohorts. You two know all the rocks these snakes have been hiding under, time to flip them over so to speak, By the way, you may want to consider placing them in ‘protective custody’ – no doubt the Bunthoran’s will be out for their blood when they learn of their prime minister’s deceit."

"Aye, Captain," Max replied.

"Chakotay, unless your Captain has any objections, you’ll assume command of our Joint Forces here in orbit. I suggest you do so from my bridge. It will provide all the integrated communications you will need.

"Where am I going?" asked Janeway

"I will require you to accompany me to the Emperor," Montgomery said. "I will bring Ambassador J’Aoh with me and I suggest Seven of Nine accompany you."

"Certainly, Captain," Janeway replied.

Montgomery knew she was in for the most difficult diplomatic mission she had ever faced.

She rose from her chair, willing the vertigo away.

"All right, people," she said. "You have your orders; let’s do this. I will be in my ready room until we deploy. Dismissed."

 

*****

 

Janeway and her crewmembers materialised on the dais in transporter room one onboard Voyager.

"Captain Montgomery warned me that we only have about one hour before we have to go back to the Excellence. I suggest we get something to eat. Will you join me in my quarters, Seven?"

Janeway had recycled their food when they had left for the Excellence in a hurry.

"Of course, Captain," the blonde replied.

"I’ll grab something in the mess hall," Chakotay said and dipped his head. "I never thought I’d say it but suddenly a serving of Neelix’ leola root stew sounds tempting.

The captain shook her head.

"Well, I guess there’s a first for everything," she smirked.

Walking next to Seven towards the turbo lift, she glanced at the younger woman. Seven had uttered very few words after Chakotay interrupted them a couple of hours earlier.

"Deck three. Are you all right?" Janeway murmured as they stepped into the turbo lift. "You haven’t said much."

The tall blonde cocked her head while clasping her hands behind her back.

"I am … all right," she said. "I do not want to take up any of your time with personal questions when you need to direct your attention elsewhere."

"In other words; you’re not all right," Janeway deducted. "Seven, I do regret that we were interrupted earlier. I need to talk to you but I want to have all the time in the world when we do."

"It is not likely that we will ever have ‘all the time in the world’," Seven said. "Since you are the captain, chances are that you will be interrupted quite frequently."

Janeway thought she could hear a slight tone of sorrow in the blonde’s voice.

"True," she conceded. "Perhaps I’m just procrastinating. Still, an hour is too short."

They reached the deck that housed Janeway’s quarters. Another glance in Seven’s direction caused Janeway to swallow hard.

The other woman was looking firmly ahead as they walked down the empty corridor.

Overwhelmed with a feeling of tenderness for Seven and since the corridor on deck three was empty, Janeway reached out and gently took her hand.

She heard a soft sound as Seven inhaled. Janeway felt the ex-Borg’s human hand wrapped around her own.

The captain stopped at her door and punched in the code to open it. They walked inside and for a moment just stood inside the door as it closed.

"Even if we can’t have the talk I planned right now," Janeway explained in a soft voice, "we will have it as soon as possible. For now, I just want you to know that you have nothing to worry about."

She let her thumb caress the back of Seven’s hand.

"I can not help but worry, Kathryn," Seven said, locking her gaze on her captain. "I fear what you may say."

"What is it that you fear, Seven?"

Seven let go of Janeway’s hand and took a step back.

"I am afraid that you may regret allowing me the privilege of calling you Kathryn, of being your friend. I had hoped …" Her voice trailed off.

Janeway’s heart twitched. The torments in the younger woman’s narrow features were obvious.

"Seven," she said and took a step closer, resting her hands on the blonde’s slender shoulders. "I don’t regret anything, not even that it has taken me this long to realise how I feel. You have nothing to fear. I promise you, when this immediate emergency is over, we will talk and I will tell you everything. I look forward to it. I look forward to what I hope you will tell me in return."

Raising a hand to Seven’s cheek, she cupped it tenderly.

"How about that dinner now? I think I remember what I did wrong earlier."

"That would be acceptable," Seven agreed. Her voice was serious but her eyes shone with a new light.

Janeway smiled.

"Then let’s try programming the replicator for that fish again, shall we? God knows when you’ll have an opportunity to sample my gourmet talents again! I better do it while I still remember how."

Seven gave a faint smile.

"If it is agreeable with you, I will supervise the process to prevent any further mishaps."

"Keeping an eye on me, are you?"

"I am keeping an eye on the safety and well being of the ship."

"Are you implying my cooking will hurt the ship or me?"

"I just want both to be … safe."

Janeway’s eyes softened.

"I think I can easily get used to this, Seven."

 

*****

 

There was a foreboding silence on the Excellence.

Everyone on the bridge knew that their captain was not to be disturbed for any reason short of imminent destruction.

Captain Montgomery had given the order to contact the Protectorate High Council as soon as the meeting with the combined senior staffs of all three ships had concluded.

The order was rare and only given in times of imminent danger. The word had spread among the crew at warp speed. The mission had not gone as expected and now their captain would have to explain their shortcomings to the Protectorate.

 

*****

 

Captain Eliana Montgomery sat in a cubicle that connected to her ready room.

Hidden behind panels it had technology similar to a holodeck only miniature in scale, combined with that of a transporter.

She confessed that the technology was light years beyond anything the Federation had or she had encountered before becoming part of the Protectorate.

Its only use was to communicate with the Protectorate and its High Council through secure channels. It put a lot of strain on the Excellence’s resources. The crew rarely discussed it among themselves. Among others, it was never mentioned.

Soon after she issued the command to make contact with the Protectorate, she entered her ready room and sealed the door. The bridge contacted her once they had opened communications channels.

Acknowledging it, she entered the cubicle. Upon entering, she was ‘transported’ to the High Council’s Chambers, or so it seemed.

The experience has always unnerved her although she fought to hide her discomfort.

She requested an audience and it was immediately granted.

"Welcome, Guardian Eliana," a shimmering entity appeared before the guardian "We have missed your presence here among us."

"Sh’rikr Cassah," Montgomery replied formally, using the ancient Protectorate term of reverence. "It is good to be among you as well. I have come in search of guidance and to provide a detailed report on our latest mission."

"If guidance you seek, then it is yours to have, if it is ours to give; so may we serve," the sh’rikr replied in the same formal tradition.

The shimmering light that made the entity increased as more life forces joined it.

"Forgive us, Guardian Eliana," a voice of an elderly woman who materialised before her said. Others began to appear as well into humanoid forms. "We sometimes forget that our life force can be overwhelming to your senses. Is this better?"

"Thank you, Sh’rikr Cassah, it is."

"Let us go within. We have been expecting you. You look surprised?"

"I knew that you were monitoring the situation. It has been and continues to be challenging."

"Yes, Eliana, and insightful as well, don’t you think?" the elderly woman asked, offering her arm to the captain. "Come, we have much to discuss."

The group walked through a foyer into a hall of sorts.

Each of the council members, there were ten in all, took a seat at a round table. Montgomery remained standing until one of the elders insisted that she too be seated. She began to protest that it was not necessary but stopped, took a breath and sat down.

The man nodded and signalled that she should proceed.

She began to brief the council on all that had transpired, as well as their encounter with Voyager and its role in the operation. She included the facts surrounding the illegal use of Protectorate technology and violations of Protectorate laws and protocols.

"I must say, Eliana, there are many aspects of this mission that the council finds highly disturbing," Sh’rikr Cassah said. "As you know, the Guardians were initially formed to discover and recover Protectorate technology that had fallen into rogue planets hands. Now as before our worst fears have come to fruition but with a twist, this time it has fallen into the hands of a pre-warp society."

"I’m aware of this, Sh’rikr Cassah."

"Tell me, Eliana, how did this happen? Where do you think the failures were?"

"It’s too soon to know for certain but everything in our initial investigation indicates that our agents on the ground underestimated the prime minister. They failed to delve deep enough into the questions surrounding the illegal water that appeared on the black market in Gothiara originated."

One of the men leaned forward and glared at Montgomery for a moment.

"Are you implying the Protectorate is to blame for this disaster?"

"Yes, Sh’rikr, I am. We are responsible on many levels. Our technology caused it. Our blind sightedness exasperated the situation even further. If we had intervened earlier and our people on the ground had pursued an investigation into the illegal water, we could have prevented this from becoming a catastrophic disaster."

"Do not the government and the people of this planet have a role and responsibility in this as well?"

"Yes, of course they do. The authorities are working to bring the perpetrators of this atrocity to justice as we speak but how can they fully understand the consequences when the technology they are dealing with is beyond their knowledge base at this time? How much information can we share with the governments of the planet? Have their societies already been corrupted by this beyond repair?"

 

Sh’rikr Cassah raised her hands to forestall the hot exchange of words.

"Ah, a fascinating question that leads to another," she said. "What effects has our incursion had on this planet’s affairs? For instance, we understand that Voyager’s captain willingly took her vessel into low orbit and by doing so broke not only your home world’s code of conduct and the Protectorate rules and regulations, but gave the folks on the planet something to talk about. Any clue about the impact this is having?"

Montgomery cringed.

"We have not been able to access the impact of Voyager’s low orbit flight over on the planet yet. However, I would like to add in Captain Janeway’s defence that there was no other choice. She knew it was the only way to save the planet as well as our people planet side."

"Were you aware of her plan, Captain?"

"No, Sh’rikr Cassah. I did know she was planning something and since I know Captain Janeway personally – I should have realised it was something along those lines. As senior officer, I take full responsibility …"

"Are you saying she was acting on your authority, Guardian?" the white haired woman said, her voice soft but with an unmistakeable force. "Think carefully before you answer this for you may delegate authority, but not responsibility."

"I take full responsibility, for Captain Janeway, and the entire Voyager crew. On this mission they serve under my command."

"So be it."

The finality of the words, uttered by the elder made Montgomery realise that she had just accepted the consequences of not only Janeway’s action but Seven of Nine’s as well. Clenching her teeth, she was grateful that she had had time to take her medication before having this long distance audience with the High Council members.

"The mission and the circumstances surrounding it have forced us to operate outside normal parameters," she said in a calm voice.

"Unusual circumstances have required unusual solutions," Sh’rikr Cassah replied.

Another woman who had been silent up to this point looked up.

"Does that mean that you have turned your back on our rules and regulations?"

"No, Sh’rikr, not at all, but you yourself have taught me rules are not to be followed blindly and that there will always be exceptions. I submit to you; this mission - these events - are the exceptions."

An older man with a flowing beard and sparkling eyes caught Montgomery’s attention and smiled completely catching her off guard.

"I too have a question for my favourite daughter of my heart," he said slowly.

Montgomery was stunned to see that one of the High Council members was her ‘adopted’ father and mentor Sh’rikr Kah’dei. Why had she not seen it before?

"Because my daughter, you must see beyond appearances," the beloved elder said, knowing her well enough to guess her mind. "This goes to the question that I wish to ask you. On your mission you encountered a Borg, what was your reaction?"

Again, Montgomery was taken aback by the question.

"I…didn’t trust her."

"Because of her actions?"

"Because she was Borg."

"We understand from your report that she became privy to Protectorate information when she saved the Excellence from a warp core breach?"

Montgomery took a deep breath.

"She did that at great personal risk to herself in order to save the crew and the ship. When Seven of Nine saved the Excellence from the warp core breach, she became privy to Protectorate information. Her cortical implant registered a massive amount of confidential data. Since she possesses an eidetic memory, it is still there, intact. It was this fact that allowed her to shut down the ancient Protectorate computer on the planet."

"How un-Borg of her. How did that make you feel? Be honest."

"Confused and … a little angry. I had to reassess my initial impression of her."

"And then, by your own account, it was her doing that the Protectorate computer was able to be shut down on the planet."

"Yes," Eliana replied, gazing back into her mentor’s all-knowing eyes.

"Tell me, was her at life at risk again too?"

"Yes."

"So, what insight did you gain from this?"

"My initial impressions based only upon appearances and species where wrong. That, Seven of Nine is one of the bravest individuals I have known who repeatedly has risked her life for others."

"Fascinating. What motivates an ex-drone to such acts of courage?

"I imagine part of it has to do with a deep longing for atonement for her involuntary actions as part of the Collective but mostly the bond she shares with her captain."

"Captain Janeway, yes, in many ways we admit she reminds us of another young human we encountered a few years back." All of the council members smiled.

"Eliana, we would like you to brief us on exactly what occurred when Captain Janeway made her decision to take direct actions planet side. We have your reports but we have our reasons. Please proceed."

"Captain Janeway transported down and entered the industrial plant that hosted the technology used to commit this crime. Lt Bremer was seriously injured and the only Guardian on site was Ensign Vak. Seven of Nine interfaced with the alien computer and managed to stop it within minutes of the anticipated disaster."

"We understand that the search and rescue work took place instantly after the large quake and that it is still ongoing in a highly successful way."

"Yes, Sh’rikr Cassah. Together the crews of all three ships have managed to limit the loss of life to far less numbers than what we initially feared."

The sh’rikr nodded.

"There is another matter of protocol that those under your command broke that I believe we need to address," Cassah said. "The transportation of an indigenous life form, who has never known space travel, off planet, places us in a highly unusual position. One we prefer not to be in. That is why the protocol exist"

"I know, Sh’rikr, and I’m aware of all the ramifications. I truly am," Montgomery said. "But the matter of Sha’nee J’Oy is unique. This young woman has worked closely with our embassy on the planet for more than two years. She has been privy to information few Bunthorans ever will be. She was instrumental in saving her home world. The only way we were able to succeed in our mission was due directly to her action. I believe we, both the Guardians and I believe the Protectorate, owe her a great debt."

"Bold words, Eliana."

"I do not speak them lightly, Sh’rikr ."

"No, I can see the sincerity in your heart and you are convinced there was no other way?"

"The only way to save her life was a quick beam out to Voyager’s sickbay. Letting her die … would have been unacceptable. I have reassured Ms J’Oy that she’s safe. It will take several days for her to recover. I know we must make decisions about her future but I would ask that we belay those until she is well enough to participate in the discussions and ask that you look wisely on her immediate future."

Cassah seemed to consider Montgomery’s words. The man on her left rose again to make a discreet comment, which she acknowledged with nod.

"I agree," the sh’rikr said in a low voice. She glanced at the woman on her right who also nodded.

There was a long, unnerving silence but she kept her face emotionless as she waited for their decisions.

She glanced at Sh’rikr Kah’dei. He nodded almost imperceptivity at her. His humanoid form was that of a distinguished elderly man and for some reason he had always reminded her of her uncle on Earth.

Montgomery knew they were communicating wordlessly with each other. The first time she had witnessed this process it had frightened her. It had been as if they would enter her mind at any minute. When it was over and everything was back to normal, the Excellence’s captain had been relieved to be excused while she fought back the waves of nausea that had overcome her. To this day, a conference with the High Council was not to be taken lightly. They held great compassion and wisdom but could also be merciless towards the criminals they encountered.

There was a sudden stop in the wordless communication. It was as if a humming that she did not even know was there had been switched off from one minute to another.

"Eliana," Cassah stated, "you have the High Council’s permission to assist in the apprehension these villains that you suspect are guilty of these heinous crimes against the life forms of their planet. You will remain in command of this most unusual Joint Task Force until the mission is complete."

"Yes, Sh’rikr," the captain said, still tense while awaiting the rest.

"Enough life forms have been lost because of the ignorance, greed and stupidity of the beings that have ill used our technology. See to it that no others are lost. It is imperative that you do everything that can be done to forestall a war," Sh’rikr Cassah continued, her eyes never leaving Montgomery’s.

"I understand and will do everything in my power to prevent it."

"See that you do. You will not be alone I this. We will dispatch Protectorate diplomats to assess the situation further and provide you with aid and assistance. Our status on this planet has deviated from anonymity to clearly visible. Our old ways of doing things on this planet, as you have clearly articulated, no longer hold up to scrutiny.

"I did not mean to offend …"

"None taken. You raised an interesting point earlier. We have clearly polluted their civilization. It doesn't matter if it was unintentional, or not. We must find a way to mitigate and contain the damage. You will decide together with the diplomats how much we should disclose. They are trained in these matters, heed their council."

"Of course, Sh’rikr Cassah."

Cassah nodded towards Kah’dei who rose. He walked up to Montgomery who also got up from her chair to face the older man.

"Eliana, my daughter," Sh’rikr Kah’dei said, love and strength emanating from him, "we all agree that we were not mistaken those years ago when we decided that the Protectorate could put their faith in you."

He took her right hand between his two, holding them as tenderly as he held her gaze.

Tears threatened to spill and Montgomery had to swallow hard.

"The High Council holds you responsible for the action of your … task force. Any breeches in protocol are yours to deal with. You have the authority to make judgements on our behalf that are binding. Take any corrective actions necessary to rectify this breech, Guardian. The High Council will review your actions of course but will not interfere with your decisions."

Montgomery nodded.

"They will only judge me by my actions."

"That is true. What else is bothering you?"

"Seven of Nine" she replied.

"What about her? I thought you said she is the bravest person you know?"

"She is but … What if she is captured, or is somehow compromised? Her mind contains a record of our technology."

"And this concerns you because it presents us with a vulnerability that was not anticipated?"

"Yes. I’m torn over what I should do. She has offered to purge her cortical implant of all Protectorate information. Duty dictates that I should order her to proceed but …"

"Something is stopping you?"

"Yes. I can’t explain it." anticipated

Kah’dei shook his head and helped the captain back into her chair. He slowly walked back to his.

Cassah looked at Montgomery, a faint smile on her lips.

"Let us council you in this matter. You have become fond of this young woman. You admire her courage. Your also feel a bit guilty about you initial prejudice about the ex-Borg. You fear that your emotions are getting in the way of your duties but they are not Eliana. Think for a moment. If Seven of Nine had not committed the breach on the Excellence, she never would have been able to intervene later. The outcomes on the planet would have been far worse than they were. If anything, beside your heart talking to you, it is your instinct. In this case, trust it. Do not let her purge her systems, Guardian Eliana, not yet. We have not reached consensus on this matter. The future is too cloudy for us to act blindly. We will wait and as the paths to the future become clearer, High Council will inform you on what actions need you need to take. Sometimes, Guardian, no action is the best action of all. We shall see."

"Very good, Sh’rikr," Montgomery said, feeling a sense of relief. She was curious but knew better than to ask.

"We have kept you away from you duties far to long. Is there anything else we may assist you with at this time?" Cassah inquired.

"You all have been quite helpful. I will keep you informed on a continuing basis."

Cassah gave a nod.

"So that we may serve. There is one other item, Eliana. The council will make it clear to Captain Dar’Gaian that you are indeed in charge of the Joint Task Force."

"I don’t believe that it is necessary," Montgomery replied wondering what Dar’Gaian had reported to the High Council.

Cassah smiled.

"Oh, but we do. It is for his own good. His heart is pure but he does not have your talent for being flexible. If he is to grow, he needs to learn. There is much you could teach him, Eliana, if he is willing."

"Thank you," replied Montgomery not knowing what else to say.

"We wish you success in your missions," the older woman of the High Council said.

"Thank you, Sh’rikr."

The High Council representative took a step closer. She raised her hand and put it on Montgomery’s left shoulder, expressing the ancient way of farewell.

"Walk as if on holy ground."

Montgomery raised her right hand and answered with an equally traditional silent gesture by pressing her right palm to her chest and bowing. She allowed them to guide her towards the exit that would send her back to the cubicle onboard the Excellence.

 

****

 

"Commander, the communications links has been dropped."

"Thank you Lieutenant."

"Captain to Toriello."

"Toriello here."

"Report to the ready room."

"Aye, Captain."

*****

 

Max came straight into the ready room as Montgomery slowly sat on the couch. She looked pale. He could see she was in pain.

"What did you do - beam directly here?" she asked.

"No, I was on the bridge. I told Tuvok to begin the briefing without me; that I’d join him in a moment. How’s the head?"

"Killing me. How long was I gone?" she asked as she leaned back and closed her eyes.

"Transmission lasted less than five minutes. How long did it seem?"

"An hour, maybe longer."

Max was at the replicator ordering coffee and food for his captain. As soon as the items appeared, he quickly picked them up and carried them to a small table next to the couch.

"You better lay back for a bit. I’ll get your medicine."

"Thanks Max."

Max walked over to the captain’s desk and pushed a button. A panel slid open displaying a well-stocked medical treatment cubicle. Opening a refrigeration unit, he grabbed a hypospray, ensured that it was the correct medication, returned to his captain and quickly administered it into her neck. It was the most rapid way to administer the medication and designed for emergencies. Normally she took it orally with hot water.

"Mm, better," Montgomery moaned.

"You need to eat."

"I know, just give me a moment to find my bearings."

Slowly she opened her eyes. Sitting up, she reached out and slowly devoured the platter of food and the coffee before her.

"So, how did it go?" Max asked as he sat at the other end of the couch.

"It went really well. We officially have the go ahead. I am in command and, oh yes … we are considered a ‘Joint Task Force’."

Max looked at her in amazement.

"What does that mean?" he blurted out.

"All three ships are in a coalition of sorts under the sponsorship of the Protectorate."

"How did you pull that one off?"

"I’m not too sure. I think it was something about saying I had delegated Janeway the authority to act."

"Implying you were responsible ... My God, Ellie, good for you."

"Yes, well, don’t go patting me on the back too hard until the drugs do there magic."

"How are you doing? I know this was necessary but sometimes you push yourself way too hard." Max tried not to sound too accusing. He was worried about her.

"I know Max, I know …"

"Well, you have thirty minutes before you’re scheduled to link up with Janeway and Seven. How about if I throw you into the sonic shower, replicate you a new uniform and make you a snack for the road?"

"Didn’t I give you orders earlier, Commander?"

"Yes, you did, Captain. I’ve simply delayed them for a moment. Commander Tuvok is more than capable of briefing the other crew. By the way, he and Captain Dar’Gaian are getting along famously. We’ve agreed to link up as soon as you and your party beamed down to the planet."

"Let me guess, Dar’Gaian wants to know what the High Council had to say and figures you’ll fill him in."

Max laughed.

"He didn’t have the nerve to say it out loud but, yes, he implied it."

"Well, he won’t have long to wait. I believe the High Council is contacting him personally as we speak."

Max stopped laughing.

"He’s being summoned?"

"He’s being … counselled. It’ll be alright Max," she said seeing the worried look on her first officer’s face. "They just wanted to make a few things clear. They don’t want any problems or misunderstanding over who is in charge nor any debates over decisions I may have to make, that may or may not be according to protocol."

 

"I see," he replied in a tentative voice.

"Say, is that offer for a sonic shower still open?"

"Trying to change the subject I see."

"Absolutely not. You brought it up. I’m just asking if the offer is still out there."

Reaching out his hand he gently took hers and pulled her into his arms.

 

"Promise me, we’ll all have a nice long shore leave when this is all over," Max said

"Promise. We just have a couple of things to do first."

"Like what?"

"Oh, catch the bad guys; stop a war, save a world….."

"No problem."

 

*****

 

The emperor remained in the palace. He had refused to abandon his people throughout the crisis.

The aftermath of the earthquakes and their after shocks had been shattering. Only now, did he suffer the consequences of the events that had taken such a toll on his people, his country and to himself. The stress of it was proving almost fatal for the old monarch but more than any of those surrounding him; he knew that he had to be strong.

His people needed him. Today was not his day to die.

The elderly man was holding an impromptu audience in the royal bedchamber. He was half sitting, propped up against several large pillows; he beckoned the others to draw near.

His son, the heir to the throne, was by his side, as was his wife.

Montgomery and Ambassador J’Aoh entered and respectfully greeted the old man.

Janeway and Seven halted just inside the door out of consideration. The ex-Borg glanced quickly around the beautiful room. She found it remarkably untouched by the quakes; the mosaics, the tapestries were intact, only the stained glass windows showed signs of damage.

"Your Majesty, I regret that we must disturb you," Montgomery said. "Bunthora as well as Gothiara are facing an even greater danger than this recent disaster, I’m afraid."

The emperor raised his hand as if brushing away the captain’s trepidation.

"Do not let this old body fool you, Guardian," he said, his voice stronger than Seven expected. "I understand from Ambassador J’Aoh that you have disturbing new evidence to present before me today and that circumstances will demand that I act in an expeditious manner."

"Yes, Your Majesty. The investigation into the source of the quakes confirms beyond any doubt that it was from a technological cause, not a natural one."

"How could technology cause such devastation, Guardian?

"Your Majesty, technology in the wrong hands can do just that. We found the site where the equipment was deployed. Members of my team have rendered it useless. It no longer poses a threat to you or your people.

"Who created this abomination? What government? What corporation? Who is responsible?" The emperor ha paled and his fists clenched the blue and gold duvet covering his frail body.

"The technology was stolen Protectorate property. I’m afraid that those who stole the technology used it for ill gain."

"Protectorate technology? Who would dare break such an edict? What fools would knowingly violate one of the laws of this land that carries with it such sanctions?

"Unfortunately, all of the evidence implicates certain members of your own government. I regret to inform you that Prime Minister Nontha and several of his cabinet members were directly involved in this operation. Their purpose, besides greed, appears to be a campaign to destabilise not only your government but that of the Southern Hemisphere."

The emperor gave a muted gasp and both Janeway and Seven involuntarily stepped closer.

"Do you realise the implications of your words, Guardian?" the old man asked, his voice still as strong.

"Yes, Your Majesty, and their meaning weigh heavily on me."

"As they should, Guardian, as well they should. I trust your word as truth but for me to act, I must have as many facts as possible so I may proceed wisely," the emperor said, gazing over Montgomery’s shoulder at the two women standing behind her. "Please, pull up a chair … and for your companions as well."

"Forgive me, Your Majesty. Please let me introduce Captain Janeway and Seven of Nine. If it had not been for them assisting us with this rescue operation, we would be looking at an even more sinister outcome."

The old emperor nodded at Janeway and Seven in a friendly manner.

"Then I am most grateful for you assistance. Welcome," he managed before a coughing spell shook his fragile frame.

A tall woman appeared out of nowhere, pressing a medical instrument to the emperors chest. She monitored his heart rate and breath sounds for a moment and then administered a drug in the form of oil like substance that she gave him to drink.

"Should we leave?" Janeway murmured to Montgomery who glanced at Ambassador J’Aoh. The ambassador shook his head and provided them all with chairs at a respectful distance from the sovereign.

It took only minutes for the tenacious monarch to catch his breath. He straightened up against the pillows and when his daughter-in-law reached out to smooth down one of his pillows, he smiled gently towards her.

"Now, Guardian, proceed."

Montgomery cleared her throat .

"The Prime Minister and a number of members of his cabinet are the ones responsible for draining the subterranean water. They used ancient, stolen Protectorate technology to pump it from its origin and re-route it to Gothiara. There, a crime syndicate stored it and sold it."

"Gothiara?" the emperor said, showing the first sign of resentment.

"There is no evidence that the Gothiaran officials have anything to do with this," Montgomery emphasised. "This leads me to our current problem. Depending on how this information is released to the public, acts of violence could be triggered on both sides, I’m afraid,"

"Surely these people must be made to pay?" the emperor’s son exclaimed, getting on his feet.

"Which people were you referring to, exactly, Your Highness? I regret to say there is plenty of guilt to go around. As the Emperor is well aware, it is your nation that takes the brunt of the responsibility in this matter."

"What?" the Prince replied, dragging an unsteady hand through his hair. "This is an outrage!"

Seven looked astounded as Montgomery rose from her chair as well. The other woman did not seem any less disrespectful than before as she quietly directed her attention towards the younger man.

"Your Highness," she said firmly, "it was your government that broke the laws - not Gothiara. That makes it a national matter. If anyone has grounds for offence, it is the Gothiaran government, not yours. They have a criminal problem to deal with but even that problem was exasperated by the meddling of your own government."

The emperor raised his hand, gazing up at his son.

"So far, Guardian, I have heard the accusations you made towards my prime minister and our government but everything you have told me so far is circumstantial. Where is your evidence? You cannot expect me to act on your word alone."

"Your Majesty, I have the evidence that proves Prime Minster Nontha’s involvement." Montgomery nodded to the Ambassador who presented to the Emperor and the Crown Prince copies of the transcripts that Guardians had deciphered earlier. "These data files were found on computers belonging to Nontha and members of his staff. Your security personnel confiscated them. My staff was able to break their inscription."

The emperor and the Crown Prince began to read the transcript in silence.

"My God!" the prince uttered in shock each page became an indictment against the prime minister.

"I want these traitors. Do you understand Guardian?" the emperor said his voice cold with silent rage. "These people have perpetrated a crime against the Empire and its people. I will make them suffer the consequences of their actions."

"I understand, Your Majesty."

"Tell me, if you and your people had not intervened, what would the outcome have been?"

"It is difficult to predict what all the consequences would have been. We do know that is if Captain Janeway and Seven of Nine here had not intervened, it is likely the capital would have been levelled to the ground and the predicted massive earthquake would have destroyed the entire coastline."

"Then we cannot let all of your good work be for nothing, can we?"

"No, Your Majesty."

"Father, what are you talking about?" demanded the son.

The older man looked patiently towards his son.

"Guardian Montgomery is here to prevent a war," he said, his voice tired and solemn.

"War? No one has spoken of war!" the prince said emphatically.

"We have spoken of nothing else my son," the emperor stated. "Sit here by my side and let us hear what the Guardian proposes. I assume you speak on behalf of the Protectorate?"

"I do, your Majesty."

"Then please, proceed."

"I am authorized by the Protectorate to take what ever actions I deem necessary to prevent a global war. That includes apprehending Prime Minister Nontha, his cohorts, as well as members of the Gothiaran crime syndicate."

Janeway and Seven exchanged a glance. The unyielding tone in Montgomery’s voice was clear but still she managed to sound diplomatic. Seven had not realised that the Protectorate could authorise a Guardian this kind of authority.

"Trusted officials of your government are already working with teams of Guardians to apprehend the guilty, especially Prime Minister Nontha. He is the true menace and traitor who has broken faith with not only you and your people but with the Protectorate as well."

The old emperor listened intently. When Montgomery paused, the two looked at each other in the eyes. The Emperor nodded slowly then glanced at his son. He reached out, and laid his hand on his shoulder. It was obvious that he was proud of the young man.

Seven knew from the reports that the younger members of the royal family had worked hard throughout these terrible days and had shown nothing but courage and a deep love for the people. Usually the prince was a patient and rational man but his outburst earlier with Montgomery was telling. Worn out and furious, he wanted a target for his anger.

"My son, I am afraid the Guardian has not told us the worst part yet. Nontha’s treachery has had far reaching effects, is this not so Guardian?"

"You are a wise man, Your Majesty. Our initial analysis indicates that his treachery has unbalanced the political and geo-economics of both systems not to mention the devastation done to the environment."

"So what more is there to know, Guardian?" the prince asked, sounding cautious. "You and my father talk of war. Why?"

"The people of Gothiara are only now beginning to understand the desperation of their situation. They are trying to survive the dry lands of Gothiara and the water that they rely on has suddenly come to a halt. They are just as much victims here as your people, who suffered through this disaster."

"My son, desperate people will do desperate things," the Emperor explained.

"Prince Ragh’nall, you must realise that they have grown dependent on the water that Nontha has diverted to their land. Without the water, many will die."

"We will defend what is ours."

"I do not doubt the courage of you or your people, Your Highness, but don’t you think it would be best if we could meet the needs of both Bunthora and Gothiara?" asked Montgomery.

"Can we assume by you question that you have devised a way to do this?"

"I have, Your Majesty but it will require a great commitment from you and the royal family."

"You will have what you require, Guardian."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I have sent envoys to Gothiara. I will keep you fully informed as we proceed. We will enter no agreements concerning Bunthora without your approval. You have my word that I will do everything within my power to prevent any more harm from befalling you or your people"

"I trust you, Guardian."

The young prince rose and crossed to the guardian. Montgomery rose.

"You have been nothing but honourable, Guardian. Without you and your people, many of ours would have perished. I do not wish to see any more lives lost. If your efforts will prevent this, then I will do what ever it takes."

"Thank you, Prince Ragh’nall. With your assistance, I feel confident that we succeed in bring this crisis to conclusion that will benefit all while bring those responsible to justice.

"You have my pledge, Guardian. You also have my apology. Excuse my earlier outburst. My anger towards the ones who have brought this upon us knows no end."

"I understand, Prince Ragh’nall, for I feel the same way, but we must harness this anger towards the guilty and bring them to justice," Montgomery said with a cold fury in her voice as her eyes locked with his. The two stared at each other in silent communication. Slowly the Prince nodded and offered his hand, which Montgomery grasped and shook.

"So be it. My son will serve as liaison," the emperor said as he watched the exchanged between the two. "Do what you must, Guardian. Work with her, my son."

Both bowed toward the emperor and acknowledged his commands.

"Before you depart, Guardian, I wish to be introduced to these two heroes that you have spoken so highly of.

"Your Majesty, may I present Captain Janeway. She was the other Guardian Captain that directed rescue operation. Her people discovered the illegal facility that was diverting the water. This is her subordinate Lieutenant Seven of Nine," the Excellence’s captain said. "Seven managed to close down the computer at the plant that held the stolen technology thanks to her … special skills."

Janeway gave a faint, crooked smile out of sight from the emperor.

"We have this young woman to thank for your lives?" the old man in the bed asked and squinted in Seven’s direction. "Come closer, my dear. Let me look at you."

Montgomery rose to give way for the ex-Borg.

Seven walked up to the bed and stood there. Uncertain of what the prudent thing to say or do was, she clasped her hands behind her back, awaiting the old man’s initiative.

"No, not like that," the emperor said and patted on the bed. "Please, sit down so I can see you."

Seven glanced at Montgomery who nodded. Slowly she sat down on the bed. Close up she could see that the old man was very weak and probably suffering from a severe illness. His skin looked like old leather and he was trembling.

"It is an honour to meet you, Your Majesty," Seven said politely.

"The honour is mine, Guardian."

At first, Seven was taken aback by the impromptu title but then she remembered her disguise. The individual onboard the Excellence in charge of the necessary cosmetic alterations had transformed both her and Janeway to look Bunthoran. They were both dressed in Guardian uniforms. Janeway’s had the rank insignias of a Guardian captain and Seven wore a lieutenant’s attire. They had not been able to cover up her cybernetic implants and she could see that the old man was curious.

"I can never thank you, or your colleagues, for saving my country," the emperor continued. "Your people have never had cause to doubt out allegiance before and they will not have reason to do so now."

"Then you know why it is imperative that the Guardians take all the necessary precautions and measures to ensure the furtherance of peace?" Seven asked. She thought she heard a muted gasp from Janeway behind her.

"I do," he answered. "This is why the Protectorate and its Guardians have my as well as my son’s consent in dealing with the perpetrators as well as in how they decide to approach Gothiara."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Montgomery said from behind Seven, putting a hand on the younger woman’s shoulder. "There’ll likely be quite a bit of political turmoil in the immediate future but by working together, we can ensure the Empire’s survival."

He patted Seven’s hand. "I wish to speak with you again another day, when I am stronger. I have a feeling that you and I have a lot to talk about. Will your captain allow this?" He peered at Janeway, who approached the bed.

"I’m sure Seven of Nine will benefit greatly from another audience with you, Your Majesty," she said. "I will encourage her to attend."

"Thank you, Guardian," the emperor smiled. "I can see that you value her greatly."

"Yes, I do. She is quite invaluable, sir."

Seven wondered if anyone else in the room detected the hidden tenderness in the captain’s words.

She rose and they bid the royal family goodbye.

Leaving the room, Seven noticed Captain Montgomery discreetly tapping her comm badge. Murmuring orders, she then glanced at her companions.

"Montgomery to Toriello"

" Toriello here."

"Are our people prepared to move?"

"They are."

"Then do it."

*****

 

Lt Heidi Bremer rose from her position. Stealthily, she moved along the far end of the building, back to where Commander Tuvok and Commander Toriello were waiting.

"Something’s wrong. Nobody’s here," she reported. "Where’s the security personnel who are suppose to be on duty?"

"You’re going to love this one, Bremer. Judge Roana ordered the evacuation of the compound. According to the judge, serious structural damage occurred during the earthquakes so the staff moved their operations to the prime minister’s office within the parliament building.

"Where is the prime minister?"

"Allegedly there with his staff."

"Did anyone observe him leaving?" Bremer asked fearful that the man had managed to escape.

Toriello understood her concern.

"I’ve notified the authorities and contacted Chakotay. He won’t get far, Bremer. What are your thoughts on the compound?"

Bremer frowned and turned to Toriello.

"I’ve got a bad feeling about this. Nontha know we are hot on his trail. What does he do? He takes off to the most visible location there is in the capital and leaves his compound wide open?"

"Plausible deniability," Tuvok stated his voice laconic. "By doing it, he has provided himself an alibi. If we enter the compound without his permission and something occurs he can say that it was none of his doing. I can only assume that either the structure is indeed unstable or that it is a trap meant to lure us. I suggest we use extreme caution if we decide to enter the structure."

"Noted. I’ll make sure all personnel are briefed."

"Tuvok has more good news for you, Bremer. Go ahead, tell her the rest.

"I regret to inform you that my attempts to modify our tricorders have met with only limited success. It appears that something on this compound is dampening our signal."

"This is why I wanted to talk to you, Bremer," Toriello said. "Knowing what you know now about the situation, should we sweep this area first or move on?"

Bremer took a moment before answering.

"There’s no way of telling what’s on this compound until we do a sweep. This move to the capital could well be a ruse. Knowing the sort of characters we are dealing with anyone, let alone anything, could be hiding here."

"You’re my chief of security, Bremer, and my operations chief for this mission. I wanted your read on it. By the way, Tuvok agrees with you."

"Indeed. I do not believe there is a choice given the circumstances," Tuvok replied.

"We’ll just have to do our civic duties by ensuring that the prime minister’s residence is indeed secure before we proceed any further. Don’t you gentlemen?" she asked in a sardonic tone of voice, impatiently tossing her long, black braid over her shoulder.

"I do indeed, Lieutenant."

The three quickly began working to put the final elements of their plan in place. Soon they assembled the security teams and briefed them on what they had discovered so far.

Security teams from the Empire would form an outer perimeter with Commander Toriello. No one was to get in or out once operations commenced. Within the inner perimeter, three other tactical groups assembled. All were members of the Guardians or Voyager’s crew. The three groups moved into position around the structure, awaiting Bremer’s command.

She had pulled her best people for this assignment and Tuvok had brought three seasoned security officers from Voyager.

Bremer now went through the blue prints of the residence in her mind.

In addition to the main and rear entrances, there were three smaller entrances for deliveries and staff.

Tapping her comm badge, she issued her orders.

"Peters, Brovskij, take the east delivery entrance and proceed to the second floor. Dario, Vak, I want you at the west wing. Search the first floor"

The teams confirmed.

"I’ll take the north entrance. Would you like to join me, Commander?" she asked Tuvok.

"Let us proceed," the Vulcan replied.

"I’ll stay within sight of the main entrance together with Djaoub," Toriello said.

The young ensign next to him nodded, hefting his phaser rifle. Bremer was satisfied. Nobody would get by Toriello and Djaoub. Every inch of the perimeter was under surveillance. No one was going to escape this net if there was anyone left to catch.

She motioned towards Tuvok with her head and they began their approach.

The park where the prime minister’s residence was located was full of fallen trees and collapsed greenhouses and sheds. This provided good cover as they stealthily ran towards the building.

Bremer had made sure her weapon was set on heavy stun but knew that Nontha and his allies would shoot to kill if cornered.

When they were at the last tree before reaching the residence, Bremer tapped her comm badge again.

"Status report," she required in a low voice.

"Vak and Dario in position at the west entrance," Vak said.

"Peters and Brovskij in position, Lieutenant," Brovskij reported.

"Once we’re inside communications will be kept to a minimum," Bremer instructed. "Anyone found on the premise is to be secured in a safe manner until they can be interrogated. All phasers set on stun"

"Aye, ma’am," Brovskij said, echoed by Vak.

Tuvok scanned the area. The tricorder remained quiet. All they had to do was to stay clear of the windows.

"Tuvok, any life signs?"

 

"I detect none."

Glancing at the façade, Bremer could not detect any movement. She nodded to Tuvok and raising their weapons, they ran towards the large door.

Bremer pressed her back against the wall to the left of the door. She noticed a slight tremor in the ground and recognising another aftershock approaching, she tried the door handle.

To her surprise, it was unlocked. Suspicious, she pressed down the handle and opened the door enough to scan the immediate area inside. The tricorder did not detect any life signs or any explosives but it did a crude energy source coming from the basement.

She shot Tuvok a look and saw that he had followed her example and confirmed her findings.

They would have to be extremely cautious. Even if Nontha and his cronies had fled, they could have left many unpleasant surprises behind.

They slipped inside and closed the door behind them.

The hallway was large and paved with dark marble. Bremer saw four doors and a staircase leading up to the next floor. Behind the second door to the right would be another staircase leading down into the cellar.

She pulled out a data PADD from inside her uniform. After confirming it from the blueprints, she pointed towards the second door to the right. Tuvok positioned himself on the left of the door while she did the same to the left.

Reaching out she tried the door. They were not as lucky this time. It was locked.

Tuvok pulled a tool from his belt and motioned for Bremer to stand back. With small, precise movements, he drew a circle around the lock with what looked like a small welding gun. Carefully not to burn himself, the Vulcan removed the cylindrical shape he had cut out. He placed it soundlessly on the floor and resumed his position.

Bremer pulled the door open two inches and scanned inside.

Still no life signs.

They opened the door completely.

There were stairs leading down to the cellar.

Bremer began the descent

The steps were wide and tall, making her move slowly in a deliberate manner, careful not to lose her balance.

The original residence was built nearly three hundred years earlier. Over the centuries, the occupants had modified and renovated it to meet their needs. The basement was the oldest part with its long winding corridors.

As the two descended into the basement, they discovered that lighted corridors. Somewhere among the labyrinth of rooms, something, perhaps a generator, was producing power since most of the capital was still without electricity.

Bremer began to make her way cautiously down the corridor, scanning and opening each door on the left side. In the corner of her eye, she saw Tuvok doing the same to her right.

They scanned every room once the doors were open. It was frustrating. Something was dampening their tricorders making their task painstakingly slow. It also made it infinitely more dangerous as they had to open the doors blindly, not knowing if anyone was in there – or how many.

Tuvok had to repeat his manoeuvre with the cutting tool several times. Bremer admired the Vulcan’s silent efficiency.

They had worked their way through half the building when they uncovered a corridor behind a door within a room that had not appeared on the blueprint. Carefully Tuvok began to scan for possible traps while Bremer kept watch.

The tricorder fluctuated indicating that it had found the power source. It appeared to be directly ahead of their position.

Slowly the two officers moved forward.

Suddenly they heard muted voices.

Bremer and Tuvok exchanged glances; raising their phasers, they pressed their backs against the wall.

Tuvok scanned the corridor but still detected no life signs. Something obviously was still hampering the tricorders operations, even this close to the source.

Seeing Tuvok’s inability to get a reading on the tricorder, Bremer whispered, "We’ll have to risk doing it the old fashioned way, Commander."

"And what way might that be, Lieutenant?" Tuvok asked.

"An ancient earth technique known as eavesdropping," Bremer smirked moving closer to where the sound was coming from.

She leaned forward and pressed her ear at the door. Listening intently, she counted and waited a moment to see if there would be others. She then held up two fingers towards Tuvok who positioned himself on the other side of the door and listened as well.

Two voices, perhaps more. Bremer thought the odds were good that there were more.

She let her tricorder scan the lock and even if the reading was erratic, it showed that the door was unsecured.

Holstering her side arm, she reached back to release a phaser rifle from a harness on her back. She watched Tuvok mimic her ministrations. When he was ready, he nodded and held three fingers. On the count of three … Bremer nodded.

On three, she reached for the door handle and tossed the door open, slamming it into the wall to the left, taking the people inside completely by surprise.

"Everyone against the wall," Bremer said in a firm voice. "Move!"

There were actually four people in the room, two men and two women. The room was large and looked like it was used as a mission control room. A large table, lit from underneath, had a map that showed the capital the way it had looked before the quakes. There were strange markings on it and it did not take Bremer long to understand that this was a map of the fault line that just happened to coincide with the illegal pipeline that carried the water to Gothiara.

One of the women stepped forward.

"I demand to know the meaning of this! What gives you the rights to come barging into these premises? Where are your warrants? How dare you violate the Prime Minister’s residence in this manner?"

"I am Guardian Bremer and I am here not only under the orders of the Protectorate and your emperor as well. Therefore, before things get ugly, I suggest that you do as you were ordered and move against the wall. Now!

Bremer covered the prisoners with her weapon as Tuvok made a sweep of the room ensuring that no else was hiding.

"What is it you want, Guardian?" the woman spat in disgust.

"Where is your prime minister?"

"At his office of course. If you clever Guardian’s had simply picked up a communication device you would have known this."

"Speaking of communication, this is quite the little set up you have here. If the judge had evacuated the premise earlier, would you like to explain exactly why you four are still here and what the function of this room is?"

"This is simply the prime minister’s situation room."

"Hidden deep within an ancient cellar? I’m sure the map on the table is a situation map."

"Precisely."

"The room is clear, Lieutenant Bremer," Tuvok reported.

Bremer hit her comm badge.

"All groups report."

All groups reported that they had cleared their respective premises.

"Group 3, rendezvous with me immediately in the basement. The rest withdraw and report to Commander Toriello. The package is missing, I repeat, the package is missing."

"We’re on our way, ma’am," Brovskij said.

Bremer closed the comm link never taking here eyes off the group assembled before her.

They stood there, glaring at her and Tuvok.

"I believe the second man from the left is the Deputy Prime Minister," Tuvok stated.

The man huffed and the arteries at his temple were dilated and throbbing. His face was flushed with rage. Bremer regarded him closely. So, this was one of the men responsible for killing thousands of his people.

"Deputy Prime Minister Tanka, my apologies. I did not recognise you. sir. Please, why not step forward and make yourself comfortable. By the disarray in here, I see you were busy on some type of project. Did our arrival disrupt your work? sir?

"I do not answer to you, Guardian."

Bremer closed in on the man ensuring that Tuvok had her covered.

"Oh, but you will, Tanka, you will, because I’m afraid you and you colleges little plot to destroy the empire has come to light. Then there’s that little issue over stolen Protectorate technology …"

It happened so quickly there was little time to react.

She saw a glimpse of pure fear in the eyes of the woman next to Tanka and was just about to step forward when the deputy prime minister flung his hand in the air, making the Bunthoran woman scream.

The scream was short and stopped in mid breath. Blood sprayed from the woman’s neck arteries and cascaded towards Bremer. She automatically turned her head to avoid getting it in her eyes.

The split second when everything was chaos and shock, Tanka reached out and tugged at her arm. Grabbing the empty harness on her back, he swung her around. In an instant, the blade of his knife was on her throat.

"Drop your weapon," Tuvok called out, aiming at the prime minister. "Let the lieutenant go and you will not be harmed."

"Not so fast," Tanka hissed, quickly moving out of the line of fire, hiding behind Bremer while pressing the knife against her. "Let me walk out of here and she will live."

"Don’t even start to bargain with him," Bremer growled. "Shoot him, Commander."

"I can not get a clear shot," Tuvok objected, shifting constantly, trying to take aim.

"Screw it, just shoot the bastard," Bremer insisted.

Tuvok circled the man and Bremer, sending Tanka’s cohorts hiding for cover around the room.

Tanka was breathing heavily in her ear. He kept her between Tuvok and himself, keeping pressure on the razor sharp blade against her skin. She could feel it sting. It had perforated the skin.

Tuvok moved in closer, manoeuvring them towards the other wall. Tapping his comm badge, he requested assistance.

"Tuvok to Toriello. We have a hostage situation in the cellar. Request backup immediately."

"Toriello here. We’re on our way."

Tanka’s cry of outrage was heard throughout the cellar.

Bremer continued to lull Tanka into a false sense of security; as if he had her where he wanted her. She had now successfully managed to lure him away from the others in the room by subtly manoeuvring her body. Tuvok had matched her move for move. It was like a strange tango.

As the exit became clear, the two surviving Bunthorans escaped. They gave their former leader scared looks as they abandoned him.

Tuvok ignored them knowing that they had no place to escape to.

Tanka cursed loudly and pulled Bremer backwards, further away from Tuvok who never let him out of his aim. Bremer fought the urge to clear her throat, feeling edge of the knife against her.

Bremer kept her gaze locked on Tuvok, trying to read the Vulcan’s mind. When Tanka had dragged her another lap around the room, she saw a possibility. She tried signalling Tuvok with her eyes as her capturer pulled her backwards. She hoped Voyager’s tactical chief would act in accordance with her intentions.

Bremer pretended to stumble, making sure she pressed the back of her head against the deputy prime minister’s shoulder, away from the blade.

She kicked with her left heal, throwing them both off balance. Quickly raising her hands, trying to get them between Tanka’s arm and herself, she struggled to keep the knife away from her.

"Take him out!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, knowing that the sudden sound would also serve to startle the man behind her.

The deputy prime minister was strong and fit for his age but no match for her. Once Bremer was free from the knife, she ducked to the side, reached behind her and threw Tanka over her hip. The man landed on a smaller table with a thud, sending it and him crashing to the floor. The sound reverberated around the room.

Bremer held her hands up in a fighting position and stood over the gasping man, kicking the knife out of his reach.

A quick glance at Tuvok made her frown, seeing that her colleague had not moved forward to secure the prisoner.

"Nice move, Bremer," she heard a familiar voice from behind.

Pivoting with her hands still up, she saw Toriello with Brovskij and Peters standing next to him, all of them with the phaser rifles ready. No wonder the crash had been so loud. Toriello and the other two had come through the wall.

"Thank you," Bremer replied, a little out of breath. "Good of you to join the party, Commander."

"I see you have everything wrapped up," Toriello said as he approached the deputy prime minister. "Vak and Dario are taking some man and a woman who were fleeing through the corridor into custody."

"Even better," the Excellence’s tactical chief said with a smirk.

Toriello returned the crooked smile but it faded quickly as he saw the body of the woman lying slumped against the wall.

There was nothing of his usual jovialness as he pivoted and approached the man on the floor. Kicking the knife away from Tanka, he pulled him up by the collar.

"Deputy Prime Minister Tanka," he said in a solemn voice, "By the Power of Authority, vested in the Guardians by the Protectorate, I hereby revoke your status as elected leader of Bunthora. You are to stand trial before a tribunal of your countrymen for your crimes against Bunthora and its inhabitants."

"Who do you think you are, you Guardian scum?" the older man spat. "We will longer be your pawns. You are too late. We will see who will persevere."

"I know exactly who I am, sir, I act under orders of the High Council of the Protectorate and Emperor of Bunthora. Is it my understanding that you dispute their sovereignty?"

Tanka spit in the Guardian’s face

Bremer and the others watched in stunned silence. Members of the Empire’s security forces who had accompanied Toriello moved to seize the man.

"No, gentlemen. The law is clear on this."

"But Guardian, if you were to turn him over to us, only for a short period..."

"He’ll remain in Guardian custody. Brovskij and Peters, take this worthless scum out my sight."

"You dare to call me that? I work for my people."

"You work for their destruction," Bremer hissed, feeling her patience fading. "You’re nothing but a mass murderer."

She stepped closer to him and noticed that he gazed at her neck. Touching her skin, she saw blood on her fingertips.

"Brovskij and Peters, move out. I want him transported under level one security. He’s to be interrogated immediately," Toriello growled.

Seizing the prisoner the Guardians moved out.

Toriello moved toward Bremer. "Damn it, Bremer, are you okay?"

"I’m fine. It’s just a scratch," Bremer said.

"You need to have that looked into," Tuvok said as he approached her.

"It’s nothing. I’ll just use the dermal regenerator in the med kit."

"Very well," Tuvok nodded.

"What have we here?"

"It seems that this was the Prime Minister’s command centre," Tuvok responded.

Toriello looked at the map on the table.

"This just gets better and better. Let’s get some more of people down here and… "

"Chakotay to Toriello,"

"Toriello here.

"We’ve picked up a transmission you need to hear."

"Go ahead."

There was a few seconds of static and then an all too familiar voice appeared over the comm link.

"My fellow Bunthorans, I speak to you today about the grave dangers facing our empire from enemies outside our boarders and within."

"It’s Nontha! Where the hell is this transmission coming from?" Toriello exclaimed.

"It is with a heavy heart in this time of mourning that must inform you of the treachery that Gothiara has perpetrated against the Empire."

"Chakotay, tell me you’ve managed to isolate and jam this signal."

"Yes, but I’m afraid he has launched his propaganda campaign. Radio transmissions, flyers, digital transmissions are being communicated around the globe."

"He has obviously gone on the offence." Tuvok observed.

"What’s the bottom line, Chakotay? What are his accusations?" Toriello asked.

" Let's see if I can summarise it all for you. He accuses Gothiara of plotting war, stealing water and causing the disaster. He accuses the Guardians of being in league with the Gothiarans. He believes that the Crown Prince has fallen under the evil influence of the Guardians and that the Emperor is being held against his will in the palace."

"What’s the reactions been?"

"Not good. I’ve contacted the captains."

"Do you know the location of the bastard?" Bremer said through clenched teeth.

 

"We believe we’ve narrowed the search which is why we need to redeploy your people ASAP."

"We have his deputy in custody. He’s on his way to the embassy. As soon as he arrives, he’s to be transported to the Excellence’s brig, Interrogate him immediately," Toriello said. "I also need a team to this location to collect what ever evidence these fools didn’t destroy."

 

"They’re on there way, Commander, but I need to beam the prisoner and your team to the Excellence now. I can’t guarantee their safety or that of the embassy"

"Don’t worry about the embassy, it’s impregnable but the route between here and there is too dangerous. As soon as they are safely away from here do it."

 

"Let me know when you’re ready to move out."

"I want to brief the Bunthoran security forces first, and then we’ll be ready move. In fact, go ahead and beam Tuvok, Bremer and the tactical officers to the embassy. We’ll use it as an intermediate staging base. I’m assuming Nontha is centralizing his power within the capital."

 

"He is."

"Let’s move out."

 

*****

 

"Nontha!" raged the emperor. "He has brought nothing but death and disgrace to the Empire. He attacks the Crown and much worse, he attacks the Protectorate."

"Father, I hate this man as much as you and before this day is over, I swear, I will kill him myself. Why is it that you consider his crimes against the Protectorate so much worse then those against the Empire?"

"Because the wraith of the Protectorate could mean the end of the Bunthora. You have seen what Protectorate’s technology in the hands of criminals can achieve. What do you conclude from this?"

"That the Protectorate has powerful technology, far more powerful then our own."

"Listen carefully to what I am about to tell you, son. It is a fool that deliberately crosses paths with the Protectorate. I fear that if we do not stop Nontha soon, we will all suffer their wraith. That is why you must do everything possible to assist the Guardians in apprehending him and the other traitors."

"I will do what ever is necessary."

"Montgomery will also demand that we grant water rights to the Gothiarans. Negotiate wisely but grant what ever she demands of us in the end. Is that understood?"

"Yes, father.

"I have not had an opportunity to tell you, but since this disaster began, you have made me proud. You are a fine son and a fine leader."

"I ... I don’t know what to say. Thank you, father. Your words mean everything to me. I swear we will survive this latest crisis. I will work with the Guardians. These traitors’ days are over.

 

*****

 

Captain Dar’Gaian was furious.

After the transmission from Bunthora, the Gothiaran authorities had insisted on placing their military on high alert.

No matter how many times he had reassured these bureaucrats that the Protectorate would not allow any harm to befall them, they remained suspicious.

He had finally convinced the authorities to round up some of the criminal scum who were involved in selling the water on the black market, but it became clear that these criminals were no masterminds.

"Montgomery to Dar’Gaian"

"Dar’Gaian here."

"We’ve located Nontha and are about to close in. How are things your location?"

"Tense. There is a great deal of mistrust. Nontha’s propaganda is having its effect. We must do something to counter it and soon."

"I agree. I think it is time to take some drastic measures. Arrange for a meeting between the President of Gothiara and the Crown Prince of the Bunthoran Empire. Time and place of my choosing. I’ll guarantee the presence of the Crown Prince; you ensure that the Gothiaran president shows up."

"What’s the subject?"

"Water."

"He’ll be there."

 

*****

 

"Drastic measures?" Janeway asked.

"Kathryn, would you agree that Protectorate technology and our presence here have irrevocably damaged this planet?" Montgomery countered.

She held her hands firmly around a mug of steaming tea as she regarded the serious face of her colleague on the computer screen.

"I’m not sure if I am willing to label it irrevocable but w