Miranda, Part 8

Posted on Tue Mar 12, 2019 @ 8:21am by Commander Caleb Ryan

387 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Doors of Perception
Location: Theta Tau Nebula/Planet Miranda
Timeline: MD02 0800

With breakfast finished, Moia stood up and started to gather the dishes.

“I’ll take care of cleaning up,” Ash told her, standing. “You, Rilasa, and Jera need to get to work.”

Moia glared at Ash, but then she nodded.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Jera suggested as she and Rilasa stood as well.

Moia raised an eyebrow. “Whatever for?”

“We need to see your body,” Rilasa said. “Intimately.” She cast a glance at Ash.

Skeptically, Moia led the two women into the small bedroom.

“Take off your clothes,” Jera said.

“What are you--” Her words cut off when Jera’s form turned into a golden liquid, shifted, and reformed into the spitting image of Moia.

“You’re a changeling!” Moia exclaimed.

“I am,” Jera-Moia said.

“I knew I recognized your name,” Moia commented. “You were the Bajoran Minister of Agriculture. The Obsidian Order leaked to the Bajoran Provisional Government that you were a changeling. We didn’t know for sure it was true at the time, but we thought it sow some confusion. I ran that misinformation campaign.”

“You did?” Now Jera-Moia was positively scowling. “Well, it was successful. They organized a shuttle crash that left me unconscious and unable to hold my form. I was already starting to feel the effects of the mutangenic virus the Federation unleashed. They spread the word that Minister Myru was dead, and I was locked into the deepest, darkest hole the Bajorans could throw me into. I would have died.”

“But you didn’t. Congratulations on surviving, Minister.”

“I’m not the minister any longer.”

“Ah, yes. Quite so.” Moia just grinned in that superior Cardassian way.

“Enough reminiscing,” Rilasa said. She studied Moia too, and then her holographic fields flickered, copying her as well, so that three Moia’s now stood in the room.

“Fascinating,” Moia said, staring at Rilasa-Moia and Jera-Moia.

“So now we need you to strip so we can make sure we have all the details down. Birthmarks, freckles. We need to be you exactly.”

Moia sighed. “I have a feeling this will be less fun than it was with Ash,” she commented as she started to unfasten her blouse.

FIN

Ltcdr. Ash Danrisa
Intelligence Officer
USS Nemesis

Rilasa Graeca
Intelligence Asset
USS Nemesis

Myru Jera
Intelligence Asset
USS Nemesis

Moia Ilmater
Intelligence Asset

 

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