Chapter XVIII: Working Knowledge
K'vot quietly entered the mess hall, empty save the lone Vorta seated, reading a PADD.
"I can hear you, you know." Semil turned slightly to face the Colonel, without interrupting his gaze on the text he was reading. "Good ears."
"We have new orders. I have ordered Conn to divert to Beta Lankal."
Semil nodded wordlessly, still engrossed in his reading. Finishing with a passage, he turned to fully face K'vot, who was pouring himself a raktajino.
K'vot joined Semil at the small banquette, gesturing with his chin towards the PADD. "And what is it that has you so captivated?"
"Oh, this? Just working my way through that pile of Alpha Quadrant histories you left for me upon embarkation. This one is '
Romulan Imperial Ambitions of the 24th Century'. I'm up to the assassination of Praetor Tal'aura. Heady stuff."
K'vot smirked through a sip of raktajino, not wanting to spoil the Vorta for the literally world-shattering events to come.
Semil continued. "I've always admired the Romulan people for their ability to adapt to shifting power structures. Our analysts concluded it would make the general populace more amenable to Dominion rule once we'd reached a critical mass of capitulation."
"Then you haven't been concerning yourself with the failure of our mission."
"Our mission? I was under the impression it was my assignment. Just what did the General task you to find from the Lethean, anyways?"
"That is not your concern. Your only task was to the deliver the Lethean."
"Oh, but I think I did one better, yes?"
"You very well know the General wanted you to deliver him alive. Not -- dismembered like some school science project."
"I disagree. Respectfully, of course." Semil turned to face K'vot more directly. "I'm certain you know the General far better than me. But why separate the interrogator from the acquisition? If he wanted you to make sure I delivered him, why not send you to the planet with me? It's clear it was a test of sorts, but..."
K'vot grunted into his mug. "You make too much of such things. The General does not hide his agenda. It's what makes him such an effective..." K'vot caught himself "..warrior."
Semil openly stared at K'vot, unflinchingly. "I know you are both Klingon Intelligence."
K'vot continued to drink, unimpressed, not returning the Vorta's eye contact. "I'm sure I don't know of what you speak."
"The base encryption lockout on all this ship's systems? Far more extensive than anything the rest of the KDF fleet bothers to operate with. And the General? It's clear his status within the Klingon hierarchy is greatly diminished. And yet he is still allowed some resources, your loyalty? Only former operatives wth signficant operational knowledge would be afforded such a luxury, without the dishonor of forced exile..."
K'vot looked up from his mug, to squarely assess Semil cooly in the eye. "I knew from the moment the General handed me your clone canister that you would be our undoing. That there would be no way a sniveling Vorta pe'taq could possibly..."
"Wait." Semil held up a hand. "He only handed you the one clone container. Only mine."
K'vot typically did not stand for interruptions, but was taken aback enough by surprise to stammer out, "Only one, only yours."
Semil paused, lost in thought. "The General never intended for you to interrogte the Lethean."
K'vot was now speechless, failing to comprehend.
"Don't you see? The General's instructions - he wanted you to ask the Lethean about the first time they met." Semil continued, excitedly. "He meant for me to see it, to see the clone cache. He needed you to lead me into the correct memory of the Lethean's."
K'vot glared, still unable to understand.
"He wants us to find the other clones."
- END PART II -