Shadows and Orders

 Episode Name:  Shadows and Orders

   Written By:  Grey

         Cast:  Dreyos and Neya.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Grey

     Aired On:  Thu May 26 23:56:48 2005

     Stardate:  54997.9

Time: Sun Apr 24 19:42:50 2005

Stardate: 54920.7

Neya is sitting at one of the tables, a drink in front of her, PADD next to her on the table. Ordering has apparently happened already and now is the time of waiting.

Neya sits down at square table.

Dreyos comes into the Twilight's Edge, and pauses near the door to speak with one of the waiters. The waiter nods after a moment and leads Dreyos over towards Neya's table.

Neya sighs quietly and glances up, sidelong, at the waiter. "No, thank you," she says, not really paying attention. "My glass is fu..." Two people, one a waiter, one not. Dark eyes widen, going huge, actually, as she studies Dreyos.

Dreyos doesn't seem surprised and doesn't say a word, sliding into the seat across from her. "Nice to see you again, Neya. Its been a while now," he says softly, in a raspy voice.

Neya seems to pull away, apparently out of reflex. "I'm sorry," she says primly. "But I do not believe I know you. May I help you?" Voice says one thing, eyes say something completely different - she's afraid.

After waiting an extra second for the waiter to pull away Dreyos glances up to her, head still tilted forward. "Of course you know me. Don't play coy with me, I'm not one of your victims. We received word from you. Or was that your twin?"

Both brows go up slightly. "I do not know of what you speak," she says quietly, reaching for her glass. "It is not polite to approach someone you do not know in a public place like this."

Dreyos sneers at that, reaching out to stop her from picking up the glass. "I will leave the choice to you, Neya. You can play stupid and I'll treat you like a stupid, lying traitor, or you can drop the act. If you don't want to talk here, then we'll go somewhere quiet and you can drop the act there."

Neya hisses softly at the man, eyes focusing on his nose for a moment. "I am NOT a traitor," she says quietly, heatedly. "What do you want?" Muscles bunch under his fingers almost convulsively.

"To talk with you," Dreyos says simply, letting the glass and her hand go. "About business. If you're not a traitor then you should be jumping at the chance."

Neya sniffs quietly and lifts the glass to take a drink. "What do you wish to talk about?" she asks quietly, glancing at him sidelong.

Dreyos smiles slightly at that, almost a blatent sneer. "You want to do this here?" he asks, gesturing to the tables around them.

Neya looks to the tables then shakes her head. "Let me get my dinner to go, and we can return to my quarters," she says quietly. "May I order something for you?"

Dreyos shakes his head softly. "No, its fine. I ate a little while ago before I realized where you were," he says, leaning back in his chair.

Neya studies him for a long moment, then nods. A hand raises so she can beckon the waiter, and with a smile, explains that she'd prefer to have her meal in quarters. Off he goes to wrap it up. As soon as he leaves, Neya glances over at the man. "May I have a name to call you by?" she asks quietly.

Eyebrows go up a touch at the question, and then he nods. "Dreyos. Dreyos Korava," he says simply to her, relaxing while he waits.

Neya dips her head, almost regally, and falls silent as she waits for the food. Once it arrives, she takes care of everything, then pushes to her feet. "Shall we?" she asks quietly, clinging to the bag.

Dreyos stands as well, moving with her and nodding to her question. "Certainly, Neya. The sooner we talk the sooner I can get out of your life," he says, before moving to lead the way out of the restaurant.

Neya leads the way, picking up the pace just a little bit, as if she is in full support of him getting out of her life. Out she goes.

Time: Sun Apr 24 20:18:10 2005

Stardate: 54920.7

Dreyos enters quarters number 1505.

Dreyos has left.

Neya leads the way into rather sparse quarters. It's bare-bones, to be certain, almost abandoned. "May I offer you something to drink?" she asks, everything that is polite.

Dreyos steps into her quarters behind her and waits a moment for the doors to close. "Before drinks, in fact before anything else, you need to answer something," he says before pausing. Then he says, "The red sparrow flies quickly." Odd? Yes.

<CONTEST> Neya contests her Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

Neya looks over her shoulder at him a little blankly. "Sparrows are red?" she asks. "Are those a Klingon species?"

"Don't move," he says firmly, voice getting even more raspy. He reaches under his shirt and draws out a foot and a half long wooden club. Its simple and mean, to be certain. "I once traveled into the light," he says slowly and clearly to her, watching her reaction.

And she does something that, perhaps, she wouldn't have thought of doing a year ago. The Orion woman settles into a subtle defensive stance, eyes narrowing just slightly. "Why would you do that?" she asks quietly. "That darkness is where you live." Eyes move from him to the club and back again.

Dreyos sneers a little as she moves. "Someone's been giving you a backbone, I see. Did they also make you forget who you are? You had better remember and convince me, Neya. You'd best start now."

That's enough to bring a look of confusion over her face and her head tilts slightly to one side. There's a hesitation - one for about two seconds - before she slowly slides to her knees, hands palm-up on her thighs. Her chin is up, but eyes are lowered. "Is this what you wished to see?" she murmurs quietly.

The sneer deepens a little and he nods. "That's a start, Neya. Stay there until I tell you to move. Now, who is your master, pet?" he asks her, still keeping his distance and still keeping his weapon ready.

Neya sniffs quietly. "Master Minos," she replies, as if he should have known that. The answer is immediate, no hesitation.

"Good," he says softly, almost like he really is talking to a well behaved little pet. "Keep convincing me. What do you have to report?"

Neya hesitates for a moment, then says quietly, "I have become close with the assistant chief of security," she says quietly. "He told me that there was an issue with the timeline, and things now aren't as they were before. He received permission from the Security chielf to tell me about that. There was some manner of invasion aboard the station. I did not learn of it until it happened. He told me to stay in a tube until someone came to get me. I have also become close to the head of Sciences aboard the station, one Galen Nilee. He is a trill criminal, due to the symbioant he is joined with."

Dreyos nods slowly, beginning to circle around her from a few feet away. "Close with the science officer and the assistant chief of security. That was your mission, to earn the trust of the personnel on station and learn secrets. Tell me you have learned something of value."

Neya dips her head slightly at that, shoulders dropping slightly. "No, Sir," she says quietly. "Only about the timeline," she murmurs. "I have been trying, but people were rather unwilling to speak before the invasion."

Dreyos frowns as he listens, still pacing around her slowly. "What do you know about the timeline?" he asks her.

Neya's voice is quiet. "Just that we are in a timeline that is not the one we WERE in. People who died during the invasion are walking around again, only they don't know the people who knew them."

Dreyos sighs softly and shakes his head. "Minos was right," he says in his raspy voice. "You need a firm hand. We've decided to give you a new handler, someone you will make a report to every two weeks. Someone to remind you this isn't a vacation."

Neya lowers her head again, cheeks turning dark, hair covering her face. For once, she remains silent.

"You'll receive the exact date and time via message," he continues, not noticing or caring about her darkened cheeks. "You'll meet in the Warp Core coffee house. Your handler will be sitting at the counter and will place a blue candle there. You'll take a seat and say, 'Blue candles are my favourite.' Your handler will say, 'I only buy blue candles. They match my couch.'" He pauses. "Repeat it back so I know you understand."

Neya's voice is low, soft. "I'll receive the exact date and time via message. I will meet in the Warp Core coffee house. My handler will be sitting at the counter and will place a blue candle there. I'll take a seat and say "Blue candles are my favourite." My handler will say "I only buy blue candles. They match my couch."

Dreyos offers her a smile, pausing in his walk to crouch and look at her. "Good, pet. Very good. I hope that you have something else to report soon. Minos is growing rather impatient. He wants some information from you."

Neya hesitates. "What information would he like?" she asks. "I do not know what to look for, what to ask. I know that Casya Cross remains here on the station, and that she has turned against him. She despises him."

Dreyos taps his the stick on the floor a couple of times. "That's a start. Anything. Everything. Anything that might be of interest. Pull with anyone on the station. Whether the Captain prefers red or green shirts with off duty. Anything."

Neya's brow furrows slightly and she looks, well, a little helpless. "I...I...yes, Sir," she says with a quiet sigh.

Dreyos smiles softly to her and nods. "Don't forget your instructions," he says, standing slowly and moving towards the door. "You'll get a message soon." he says, before sneering. "You can move now." Tucking the stick away, he slips out the door and into the hall beyond.

Neya remains where she is, head down once again, hair sweeping over her face. For quite some time, she simply kneels there, shaking. But then it's time to move, and she rolls to her feet.