#finally got back to my romulan and put this poor girl through hell

[mysterious-cuchulainn-x]

Which Was Not All a Dream

Varena stared into the mirror.

Her hair was bronze.

That was good; that meant she was herself. Her own mind, her own thoughts, on her own ship. The Ra’kholh. 

Vengeance.

Readjusting might have been easier, she supposed, if she were still aboard the Revastal, but the valiant light warbird had taken critical damage in the fight against Hakeev’s fleet. A Mogai-class was inarguably generous compensation for her efforts on behalf of the Republic, and yet...

She ran her fingers over her eyelids, over smooth skin at the bridge of her nose.

Borg implants. Thalaron devices. Disruptor fire.

At least the version of Veril she’d shot had only been a hologram. The thalaron devices were likely destroyed with the Khnial. But the suffering she had inflicted on that nameless soldier was inscribed indelibly in the past.

She had nearly given up, at that stage; it had felt kinder to simply conduct the procedures she was compelled to than to fight by botching the surgery. But all that meant now was that she remembered precisely how she had caved.

Satra would remind her that she had broken the conditioning, too, kept her mind intact enough to escape as soon as she had that option, and that was itself no little thing. Not against the Tal Shiar.

Had Khimek survived, when the Khnial exploded? 

He might tell her it didn’t matter—wouldn’t tell her anything, for the same reason. It was Hakeev’s choice to join battle, and Hakeev’s choice to fight until every last one of his lackeys was dead. Khimek would not have been the first to give his life for the cause, and he would not be the last.

Varena opened her eyes again, bloody green beneath the loose wiring of her hair.

Khimek had given his life, but in the process he had saved hers. And she was a starship captain, before Tal’Mera’s ill-fated spy games and after, and she would lead her people to claim what they were due.

Ra’kholh.

For Virinat. For Delta Corvi and Maiori Vrimek. For Tovan’s sister, and Veril’s father; for Khimek and that nameless soldier and her own damned self.

For all of them.

#star trek online #oc: varena t'shelhnae #post-mind games #finally got back to my romulan and put this poor girl through hell #cuchulainn writes