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Starfleet Command

USS Leviathan

     
 
The Prisoner

July 11, 2384

USS EINSTEIN
Brig
 
   
   
 
It had been a week since Ensign Joka had attempted to escape. In that week, the crew had discovered nothing more than that he was a Romulan. Advisor Dakul’s efforts to identify him through tapping into the computer system of a Romulan warbird docked close by had proved fruitless.

He’d found it easy to tap into the system, he’d even managed to link the computer to the central datacore on Romulus, but the DNA came back with no match on file. Which meant one of two things, Ensign Joka was a Romulan born outside the Empire or his identity had been wiped from all the records.

The only positive thing from capturing Joka was that they had been able to match the knife and more importantly the poison on the blade to the murders that had occurred on the Leviathan since he’d arrived.

Joka had given Commander Rashad nothing but abuse. The fact that his identity was unknown frightened her. He was probably a member of the Tal’Shiar and that alone made him dangerous. He was probably a spy sent to gather information on Federation technology, most likely the slipstream drive, the fact that he’d taken over the identity of another meant that his master thought it important. A data pad with all the information on the slipstream drive had been found when he was captured. No trace of the ‘real’ Ensign Joka had been found, the last known sighting was back on Vulcan just before he left for DS9 to join the Leviathan.

A search of his former quarters had revealed only one further clue. A vest of sorts and Taline had spent a whole afternoon try to fathom what its purpose was. When Taline had sent the information to Starfleet engineering Corp for a second opinion, he’d got a very prompt reply.
Cease all investigation on the device. Under no circumstances activate the device.

The odd thing about the response was where it had come from. Instead of being from Starfleet Engineering Corp, this response had come from Starfleet Intelligence. The response had also stated that a vessel was being despatched to pick up the device and anyone who had come into contact direct with it. That meant Ensign Joka.


The Commander looked at the prisoner, he was beginning to look very thin. For some unexplained reason, his body was for want of a better explanation ‘disappearing’ before everyone’s eyes. With Doctor Katts away with the Hellcat, the only medic aboard was the EMH. But even with access to the entire accumulated medical knowledge of the Federation, he had no explanation.


Joka for his part had given no explanation as to his condition and as he’d grown weaker by the day, he’d cursed the crew less and less. Now he was just sat quietly, almost as if he was resigned to his fate, to his ultimate death. The EMH had said it would be only a couple of more days now.


[Bridge to Commander Rashad.] The voice of young Brayden McCaffee announced over the comm. [The USS Falcon has arrived and is requesting to transport across.]


"Permission grated. I’ll meet them in transporter room one." Rashad replied.


"In a few hours, you’ll no longer be my problem." She said to Joka.


She rose from the seat and headed out of the door, turned right and entered the turbolift.