Star Trek: Terra Alpha

The Next Day -- T'Kir was strolling down the main street of the little hamlet that she and Malcolm had relocated to. Being the Veep of Terra Alpha had a small, emergency clause that if the Presidential Compound was ever compromised that the Vice President was not only encouraged to seek alternate qu...

Later -- T'Kir arrived in the CP and wiped the blood off her face with a shredded remnant of her blazer that was cut into pieces and used as knee and elbow pads. "I need a new gun." she said as she threw the sniper rifle that looked twisted and burnt. "Was runnin' off and some bloody clone bitch bla...

T'Kir found a taller vantage point and used her personal transporter to beam to the location, taking up a position that allowed her to effectively sniper shoot the clone commanders from a distance. Each kill she beamed to another vantage point, giving the impression that there were more snipers than...

"Aye, I have cloaked Secret Service fighters in bound. One of the lovely parting gifts our former President left us was an entire fleet of air superiority fighters and a cadre of capable pilots and AI drones to fly 'em... we didn't even know about the buggers until we wanted to build a new comm towe...

A shimmer of blue light illuminated the corner of the basement and a slender woman in a black and grey pantsuit, Romulan armor and an old style Romulan battle helmet stepped forward, a sniper rifle slung across her shoulder and a case in her hand. "General, I am Speaker of the House T'Kir T'Radiak-F...

"And you enjoy your dessert..." T'Kir gave her a wink as she passed by Clint. "Don't fuck this up Cross." she whispered and headed out the door with her carryout order. "She's not like any Romulan I have ever met before." Clint replied. "She give you the line 'if he hurts ye. I'll help ye kill 'im'?...

"Oh there are soooo many Black Widow stories... but I'm sure you've got some whoppers of yuir own. Maybe tomorrow night or the night after that. Give ye a break from Clint." She teased. "Well I'd better get goin' b'fore my mate sends the bloody Marines after me again."

"Aye, true. Still... just be careful. Hard enough losin' two of ye." T'Kir replied. "An' I mean the wee Abigail. Selene's old partner Lincoln killed her right in public, jus' plain sloppy... but it had its desired effect. Course, if that means havin' two master assassins and all their friends huntin...

"Takes time, but it'll happen. Just stay try not to get yuirself captured and brainwashed. That really focked with our Selene's life way too much. You seem marginally more sane." T'Kir winked her eye. "I was declared clinically batshit crazy but I still got 89% of the vote."

"Aye, very much so. Hang onto him." T'Kir whispered. "There may be times when y'don't feel worthy of it, but... just tell that voice to shut the fock up and let it happen. Maybe if people like us screwed more, there'd be less graves marked with only agent numbers. Oh and one more thing... find yuirs...