Recruitment ep 7. The enemy of my enemy...

Posted on 09 Feb 2013 @ 6:23pm by Chief Warrant Officer 4 Cyrus Kiwosk & Amril

913 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Episode 03 - Frontier
Location: USS Galileo - Deck X - Chief Operations Officer's Office
Timeline: MD-02: 0800 hours

ON:

Cyrus knew that he couldn't put it off any longer. The Vorta was now in charge of Operations, which meant if he wanted to locate persons of interest for this team... he would need to talk to the clone.

This wasn't going to be easy, not by half. Dealing with Stone or facing court-marshal would have been preferable to sitting down and having a conversation with what was once the most hated enemy of the Federation. The fact that the Captain had given him a rank without so much has hesitation, repulsed the former marine, who's original occupation was a hunterkiller of DRF forces.

As he approached the Operations offices, he took a deep breathe, forcing Flashbacks and worse from threatening to overwhelm him and pressed the chime.

"CWO Kiwosk here to see..." The Vorta his mind screamed at him. The other half of him wanted to go for a phaser, but he had left it back in the officer to avoid a critical situation that could arise. "Lieutenant Amril." He said finally.

The door opened to reveal Amril at his desk, looking up to see who was there. "Ah, come in," he declared pleasantly, seeing the man's gold starfleet uniform. He had to be engineering or security. "What can I do for you, mister...?"

It took Cyrus several moments to respond, as he tried not to reach over and snap the neck of his now superior. "Kiwosk." Was all he was able to manage at first. "Cyrus Kiwosk."

"Wonderful to meet you, Mister Kiwosk," he replied, "Now then, how can I help you?"

"You're a Vorta..." Was all he was able to get out...

"Why yes, I am," the vorta in question replied, chuckling.

The smug smile of the Vorta, was driving Cyrus over the edge. He took a deep breathe and forced himself to calm down. "As different as you might be from your race... and whatever variances you feel that you have compared to your counterparts... I trust you understand why I'm...."debating to kill you or not "upset at seeing your presence on board a Federation vessel."

The deep breath tipped Amril off to the man's feelings. He was not just someone wary of vorta, he hated them, and only Starfleet was keeping him from pulling out a phaser. Such imminent danger had no effect on his congeniality though. "I understand," he replied to Cyrus, instilling his voice with a sincere tone, "I certainly cannot be upset with you over such feelings. I hope, however, that you will come to see me as an individual, not the Dominion."

Cyrus clenched his fists behind his back, his nails had dug hard into his palms, he was almost certain he had drawn blood. "For some, the Dominion War has been over for years...for others. " He gestured to himself. " It's still fresh, and biases are still...present. " I could use that as a blunt object over there...could break his face so he couldn't scream for help.... He shut the idea down. He was Security and this was another officer... no matter how much it deserved to die.

"It is fresh for me as well," Amril offered, sounding more serious than usual, giving the other man a poignant look, "for me it ended a short while ago."

"I'll keep that in mind." Cyrus replied heatedly. He took a deep breathe before continuing on. "I came here to speak with you in regards to the tactical response team. I was wondering if there are any you would consider accurate for the position." He was being polite...to a Dominion clone?! Cyrus clamped his jaw hard enough that he was sure he broke a tooth or two. " Any that you would recommend.......will be taken into consideration as potential candidates."

"Oh," Amril said thoughtfully, "well, I am not sure... what are the parameters for the teammembers you want? What is this team's purpose? To repel boarding parties?"

You would like to know wouldn't you, Dominion scum. "That is part of it, the rest is a to respond to a multitude of different emergencies, onboard and offboard the ship. These can be, but are not limited to, boardings, recoveries, rescues, protection. All being above the level of your common everday away team. They would specialists."

"Ah, I see," Amril said, nodding his head, "Well then, I will have to give it some thought. I do not know all of my officers yet. After today's meeting I should be able to give you a better evaluation of their abilities. Would you like to attend?"

Was that an olive branch? Cyrus couldn't decide if it would be prudent or not to intervene in another department. "I'm not sure if that would be against protocol. I'll respectfully decline for the moment." So far so good. "However, once you have familiarized yourself with your other department members, send me a message with the candidates and I'll go talk with them. "

"Very well," Amril said, "I will give you a recommendation tomorrow."

Cyrus almost breathe a sigh of relief as he nodded. He could feel the sting of where his nails had pierced his flesh of the palm of his hand. "Understood Lieutenant. Goodbye." Cyrus didn't wait to be dismissed before leaving the Vorta's office.

OFF:

Lieutenant Amril
Chief Operations Officer
USS Galileo
played by Psylus Anon

CWO Kiwosk
Security/ Tactical Officer
Master-at-Arms, TRT Squad Leader
USS Galileo

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