> Carrhae verified that Delon's cloak was functioning properly. Satisfied,
> she set the course that took him out of the Sol system without alerting
> the many sensors that monitored activity. Once cleared, she input
> commands and listened as his engines glided smoothly into Warp 7.
>
> Had security learned of her absence yet? She suspected that Renaud would
> not be pleased with either her or the guards who had been left standing
> outside her quarters. She had no regrets, however; if the assassin chose
> to strike again, guards would only be killed. They would survive Renaud.
>
> Carrhae turned her attention back to her ship. She was silent running
> until the morrow, when she would have to sit in on Admiral Lasiter's
> meeting. She would do what she could to remain undetected, but it was the
> time she would be most vulnerable.
>
> <Computer, project position in 20.5 hours, based on current course and
> speed>, she said. Looking at the results, she searched for the closest
> phenomenon that would create enough interference to mask her location.
>
The computer popped up two possibilities. The first was a two star
solar system that was comprised of several planets and two large stars with
flare activity sufficient to hid the emmissions of a ship. Bad thing was
that it would make reception a little less than optimum. The other
possibility was an asteroid field. This was a bit out of the way, but not
overly so. The make up of the rocks there were ideal for hiding a ship of
her size. Provided, of course, that she did not get too close and personal
with space born boulders the size of small islands.
>
> Delon, which was Rihannsu for Swift One, was a 3-crew scout ship she had
> acquired after it had been decommissioned. For the last two years of her
> Tal Shiar career, she used her spare time and private resources to slave
> his systems so that one person could fly him.
>
> It had been Delon that she had flown during her mad escape when her
> family's human heritage had been discovered. The black paint that now
> covered his hull might hide the burns sustained from weapons fire that had
> once marred him, but Carrhae had not forgotten.
>
> He had received numerous upgrades since those long ago years. Anyone with
> a command of her home language could still fly him, but only one who knew
> her 3rd name--something only her grandparents and now Matthew knew--could
> access its special features.
>
> The ship on course, Carrhae pulled out a tricorder and reviewed the
> information she had on the situation she was flying into.
>
> (ooc: gm, are there past post with info she might have?)
{OOC: alas there aren't any back posts for this one... :) all
new.}
The station was once a Starfleet installation, but as it aged and politics
changed, it's strategic value deminished. So the 100 year old transplanted
space station was now in civilian control. Starfleet ships stopped over
there every once and again, but rarely. It was a haven for trade and
commerce of the quiet and shady variety. Spies from all over were known to
have the odd rendez vous there, as no one really noticed anything. Imagine
that..... There was one rule that was of note when dealing with this
station- no killing or anything else that brought prying eyes. That only
brought an extended visit from Starfleet, and that was bad for business.
Those that broke the rules and brought the Fleet down on the station would
never be allowed back, and if they did.... well they never left.
The Situation with the operative code named Fox, was all new. Carrhae knew
him personally as well as professionally. He was the coordinating agent
for a number of deep cover, long term operatives in Cardassian Space. He
also controlled a few double agents. Just how he was so successful was a
mystery to many in Starfleet Intell, as was his past. All that anyone
really knew, and could testify to in court, was that he could read the
Cardassians better than anyone.
