Calling In The Cavalry

Posted on 17 Aug 2022 @ 5:14am by Lieutenant Commander Aidan Datari & Lieutenant Ileyana Haistro

Mission: Through the looking glass
Location: Mirror Sempok Nor
844 words - 1.7 OF Standard Post Measure

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A few days had passed since her run in with the Intendant, and both women seemed to have taken lengths to avoid one another for the most part, and those few fleeting moments where they had been in proximity of one another had been strained and tense, noticeably so. To that end, the first thing Ileyana had done was contact Osil, one of her older brothers and the middle sibling of the three. She would have gone to Keiben but she knew he was busy working on a project handed down from the Emperor. She had greeted him on the promenade, as if receiving a visit from a sibling that she had not seen in a long time, which in and of itself was not untrue, but the real reason was to help her seize power on the station, driving out the weak Terran that had been handed power as if she was a lap dog scrounging for scraps of food. Worst of all, she was squandering her power, or so Ileyana thought.

The pair had been talking casually while the made their way through the station, winding a path towards Ileyana's quarters, and the guest quarters set aside directly across the hallway from her own for Osil to reside in for his stay. Once the pair had rounded a corner and found the hallway deserted did she drop the act and started to speak her mind.
"The Intendant is weak, as you would expect from a Terran. She shows undue care for the slaves... i suppose it should be expected given they are the same species as her."

"Hmmm.." The handsome male Betazoid mused as he considered his sibling's words. "On the other hand... treat them well and they might eat out of your hand, and have no reason to take your life. But then what do I know right? I'm only too nice to people anyway, and they do eat out of my hand, don't they dear sister?" He beamed at the young woman, casting her the sweetest smile he could produce, even though it didn't quite reach his obsidian eyes. "My slaves obey me without question, they're treated well but not coddled. Perhaps this Terran could teach you a thing or two?"

"Dear brother... You are the most violent person I know. They obey you because they don't want to be flayed alive in front of their children. The Emperor wants them to suffer so we need to see to it that the Intendant befalls a rather tragic accident!" and even she knew that she was turning into her mother. Single minded, blood thirsty and lacking any form of compassion for anyone other than family.

"And you'd like for me to see that happen?" Osil gave her a smug smile. "Want me to woe her, and kill her?"

"You read my mind dear Brother!" Ileyana let out a giggle. The idea of the Intendants blood staining the promenade while she stood over her broken corpse filled her with joy.

Osil gave her a mocking bow. "Your wish is my command. Any particular way that is your desire? You know I'll properly court her so she won't suspect?" He cupped her cheek, a playful smile on his face. "Your jealousy won't get the better of you will it?"

"I will contain it... I will relish seeing her dead more so. I leave the method in your hands... lets just make it public and messy!" The idea of the Intendants blood staining the promenade upper level and spilling down to the lower suddenly filling her with joy.

"So it shall be. I assume you will set up a first meeting for me?" He pulled his hand back, though his smile remained. "I'll need time to properly win her trust, before I can strike. I need some fun too dear sister, it's been too long since I had any."

"If I introduce you to her she will know who you are... I know you relish the hunt though dear brother so go... hunt your prey!"
She had stopped, placing a hand on his chest with a gleeful glint in her eye as she laughed a sardonic mirthless noise. "Kei was right... I am turning into our mother!"

"Slowly, but certainly," Osil agreed, "and you're probably right. But she'd know who I am anyway once we meet." He grinned at his youngest sibling, who was closer to him in age, than their older brother. "We'll make mother proud of us," he promised.

"If such a thing is possible!" Ileyana joked. The last conversation she had with their mother was a curt dressing down by the family matriarch. She was disappointed that Ileyana was still only a guard when she should be running the sector.

"Isn't that our life goal?" Osil mocked, "to make mother proud?" He patted the younger woman's cheek affectionately. "And if that's not the goal, then it's to make the little sister proud," he added, mocking tone gone.

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MU Ileyana Haistro
PNPC - Cassandra Higgins

MU Osil Haistro
pnpc Aidan