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For a long while the USS Odyssey had a Bajoran Chief of CONN, Travian Enar. He was played by Dave Church, Dennis' twin brother and accompanied the Odyssey on several missions. He decided to leave our game, but suddenly he returned for only a few posts. Travian Enar joined Bajoran Intelligence and comes to the rescue of the Odyssey crew during the mission on Dinwor V. The Bajoran terrorists have just been unmasked, the Bajoran force (with Travian) prevents one of the terrorists from escaping. Although not directly for Starfleet, Enar is still around fighting evil.
Subject: Travian Enar
(Dinwor V - Hidden south entrance - 2391.06.20, 1907)
Enar dropped to a knee, contemplation filling the short, silent moment he had. "About time you got here," he said, still staring at the unmoving form of his brother as security officers came in, their footsteps echoing in the dank room. After a moment, he got up, and faced them.
The human stood still, his aim steady. "Identify yourself."
Enar chuckled, nodding to the Bajoran-emblemed communicator on the uniform as he followed the man's instructions. The black color indicated that this man was a member of Bajoran Intellgence. "Relax," he said. "We're on the same side."
"Very well. Good job on stopping him from escaping. We'll take him from here." With that, the human grabbed the body, and moved off, his lackeys trailing him.
Were he in a crowd, Enar would have made a show of being taken aback. He'd expected this from the abruptness of the team's entrance, though, and merely watched as they left.
"No tact on that boy," he quipped for no one to hear, allowing some seperation before following the team out. They'd get their man, one way or the other.
(Dinwor V - Main Reception Hall - 2391.06.20, 1908)
Enar stayed back as the security officer paraded Noral's unconsciousbody onto the stage. 'Brilliant. Just brilliant,' Enar thought. 'But why stop there? Why not drive his head on a pike, displaying it as a warning for all to see?'
"Is he... dead?" A woman's voice. Enar turned instinctively, as he recognized it. Were- were THEY here?
"I don't think so," the officer replied. Curt, and professional. Entirely oblivious to the reasoning behind the question, which was exactly as Enar would have predicted from him.
"Why?" The woman responded. Enar moved closer, still staying in the shadow of the running stage light as he awaited his subordinate's arrival. 'Tessa,' he thought. 'Tessa Elan. THAT's who that is.'
"Why did you have to bring him here, of all places? My god man! Did you really think it was necessary to bring a dead body up on the podium, for all to see? There is an entire audience out there! They don't need to see this. Couldn't you have been just a little more discrete?"
"I said he is not dead." the grunt replied, seeming a bit more rattled than he had been before. "He is just stunned. In a hour he will be awake, and a little groggy. Now please, can't you see that you're spreading panic?"
Tessa paused. Enar took a step forward, seeing one of the other field agents moving through the crowd. Motioning him aside, Enar moved quickly to him.
"Where is Reyal?" Enar whispered, hearing Tessa yell "*I'm* spreading panic?" as they began to speak.
Parak's expression was grim. "Northeast entrance," he responded. "In about a million pieces."
Enar cursed, looking away for a moment as he said a quick, silent prayer for their comrade. "So much for knowing everything there is to know," he quipped. He looked back to Parak. "I'll talk to the Starfleet rep, and get custody of Noral. You finish up here."
Parak nodded, and left. Enar turned back to the stage to hear Tessa muttering what must have been an apology. He stepped back up, now easily seen in the light.
"No problem. You couldn't tell. It's understandable." Grunt responded, sounding decidedly patronizing. Enar, for his part, had heard enough. He didn't know this man, but he did remember Tessa.
A moment later, Harmondale stepped aside, and beamed off, Noral clutched in his arms.
Enar heard a growl from the woman, and almost smiled. "That's it," she said, just inside Enar's earshot "This is the last date I'll ever go on with him!"
"But why? He seems such a charming fellow," Enar cracked, walking up to Elan, the death of his comrade shrugged off like an unwanted coat to his usual cynical. "All the subtlety of a brick, and the social graces of a Gorn."
(Reply Elan)
Enar turned to her, quick smile on his face. "Travian Enar," he greeted. "Bajoran Intelligence. Formerly of the USS Odyssey."
(Reply Elan)
(Reply Elan, any)
(Posted by Dave Church)
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