We need to .. discuss things

Posted on Tue Feb 24th, 2026 @ 8:53am by Daise'Arrain Calin t'Rhenn & Riov Olmex Thikoho D'Grellon[Reece]

Mission: Season 6: Episode 6: Conglomerate
2957 words - 5.9 OF Standard Post Measure

The cabin she had been assigned was very nice. The guest cabins were very luxurious on this ship. She had made a slight modification and made sure the RIOV was assigned to the same cabin. When the young Federation officer, one Samaire MacBride-Reece had checked to make sure it was all correct, Calin had nodded and said "It is a private matter"

The human merely smiled. "Of course. I will make sure it is kept secure."then ushered her inside and given her a tour and explained about the replicator, which had been set to Ambassadoral levels at order of the Commodore for all Romulan survivors. Then she had left Calin to explore and unpack what little she had. Calin actually had everything she brought to the Havarah. She had beamed it into Data chips. Her belongings and those of Olmex, most of which he left in her cabin before his big announcement.

She had just settled onto the low couch, dressed in her favorite robe and sipping on a glass of what humans called orange juice, when she heard footsteps outside the cabin.

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The same Human Lieutenant was leading Olmex to his assigned cabin. Samaire smiled brightly and waved him to a door. "Riov, your cabin assignment." She said to him politly. It was actually a big thing for Samaire, coming from an era where they were at war with the Romulans. But she had always been open to people.

After the battle had ended, and the many post-action reports had been filed, Olmex had focused on ensuring his people were all situated and comfortable. He had issued an order for each of them to take the next three days, after the cleanup was completed, to decompress from both the battle and loosing their ship. After that, he would begin the process of working with the Commodore and her senior staff, to integrate his crew into the Syarfleet crew. He knew that it would be a stressful situation all-around. He jusy hoped that both crews would learn quockly to rely on each other to survive.

Finally, once he was satisfied that everyone of his surviving crew was comfortably settled, he allowed tge young Elysium Operations officer to escort him to the quartets that he had been assigned. "Thank you, Lieutenant MacBride-Reece," he paused after he said her family name, then asked, "Are you related to the Elysium's Chief of Security, Commander Reece?"

Samaire nodded. "Brother in law." She said. "His brothers are on board as well."

Olmex nodded as he replied. "To serve with one's family is a great thing indeed. I look forward to meeting them all as we work to unify our two crews." He gave Samaire a polite dip of his head, then added, "Thank you again for your assistance, Lieutenant. I am in toyr debt for the wonderful care you and your crew are shoulwinf my people." He then dipped his head aagain as he raised his right hand and placed his closed fist against his heart, in the traditional Romulan salute.

Samaire gave him the Federation salute and handed him the information Padd. "Enjoy your rest Riov." She headed off to deal with the next issue.

Olmex took the PADD and turned towards the door to his new home as Samaire walked away. As he stepped closer, the computer recognized hisbio sufnarure and the doors unlocked and slid apart.

Stepping inside, he was instantly greeted by the familiar feel of Calin's cabin, back on the Gavraha. While it was a larger cabin, it still felt familiar. He saw that nearly all of her things were present. He even saw the few things he gad stored in your cabin.

His eyes stopped roaming the open space, when they landed on the woman who owned his heart and soul. "Beloved," he said softly as he approached her.

Her head turned to face him, her gaze sharp. "Beloved," She repeated. Then she stood. "I have kept my cool for the past few days, because our people required it. But now." She placed the glass down on the coffee table with a sharp CLACK. Then she faced him fully. Her face was set into the polictical face she wore when upset or at work. "NOW I require answers. And I better like them."

Olmex stopped in his tracks, straightening up at the sound of Calin's angry tone. He then nodded. "I see it is, as the Humans say, time to pay the piper." He sighed softly, then moved past Calin, sitting down in the large, overstuffed chair, that was positioned across from the sofa that Calin had been sitting in. "Ask your questions, my love. I will answer what I can. But be warned, you might not like what you hear."

Calin crossed her arms. "You lied." A statement of fact. "You lied and deceived me. And I do not care what my uncle ordered."

For a few beats, Olmex was silent. Then, after letting out a short breath, he responded. "As I was originally operating under cover, of course I had to conceal my true identity. However, the moments we spent together were honest. The things I told you about myself we true, to a point. Obviously I could not reveal my real name, nor a few other secrets that I carry. However, believe me when I tell you, how I feel for you is real. If you still have feel8ngs for me, then all I ask is that you believe me when I tell you, I have told you everything that I am allowed to. This decision is not mine, but your uncle's."

"So start with your true name." She retorted. Her gaze was watching him carefully.

Olmex considered Calin's initial request. He had been undercover for so long, it felt odd to do as she asked. Finally, he spoke. "My first name is truly Olmex. However, my family name is D'Grellon. My father died fighting the Breen during the Halto Incident. My mother was a junior senator, who was murdered in the Senate Chambers when Shinzon staged his coup." He took a breath, then continued. "When I enlisted in the Rei'Krannsu, I was assigned to the 56th Legion."

His jaw clenched noticqbly as he continued. "During the Dominion War, the 56th was entrenched on Velo, located in the Bajoran Sector. For several months, we fought through some of the bloodiest ground warfare of the entire conflict. By war's end, the 56th has been depleted so heavily, there are only twelve of us remaining original members left alive. After the war, when the military was rebuilt, my fellow survivors and I became known simply as, The Bloody Twelve." He stands suddenly and moves to the nearest viewport. As he stands with his eyes on the void outside the ship, his body is clearly tense from the memories that were running through his mind.

"When I could finally walk again, your uncle came to me, personally chose me to be his personal bodyguard." He seemed to swell with pride at these words. "I was beyond honored. Soon, in addition to my duties as protector, I became the Preator's hidden eyes and ears. That was when Mishka came under his attention. He knew that, for the Romulan people to have a chance at joining the galactic community, Romulans like Mishka had to be taken care of. However, she had her own powerful backers, so your uncle decided to have me go undercover, become a member of her crew, watch her, listen to who she speaks to. Then, he'd be able to eliminate both her and her sponsors."

He then turned back to face Calin, his eyes raw with emotion. "And then I met you. I knew you were on the Havraha, of course, but, I didn't know you. I had no idea that I would grow to not only respect you, but love you with every fiber of my being."

Calin studied him. She had heard about the Bloody Twelve. And it was not surprising she had not met him when he had been working with her uncle, she had gone into service at age 16 and had avoided the 'court' as it were. "And if we get back to Romulus? Then what? You go back under cover?"

He shrugged, honestly unsure. "If the choice was mine, and you'd still have, id never leave your side again. However, as a solider of the Empire, you know very well, that it isn't up to me. I am a servant of the People, and the sword and shield of the Preator. If he deems it necessary for me to undertake another assignment, I cannot refuse him."

Well, they would see about that. Her uncle knew of her... position within the family. Trained in the arts of Elementa—the Romulan philosophical and mystical tradition tied to wind, earth, and subtle telepathy—Calin had inherited the Jorani traits of precision, quiet observation, and calculated silence. So she knew that if she got home and threw an emotional fit, it would not only shock her parents but her uncle as well so he would listen to her. "Tell me about your family." she said.

He let out a soft breath. "Aside from my brothers-in-arms from the Twelve, I no longer have a family. However," he inhaled a breath then continued. "My father was an honorable man. He fought for and defended the Empire faithfully and loyally for nearly eighty years. When I was ten, he had been notified of his elevation to Fleet Admiral of the Third Fleet. Then the Breen attacked during his promotion ceremony, destroying the station he was on with overwhelming numbers. It was later discovered that the Breen had turned one of the fleets junior administrating officers, and he betrayed the Empire by sabotaging the station's long range sensors and communications array. By the time reinforcements had arrived, it was too late. The Breen had destroyed thirteen vessels, the drydocks they had been in, and the station that sat in the center of the complex. Nearly fifty thousand soldiers died that day, my father one of them."

"And your mother?" Calin asked. She knew the family name but had little information about the family proper.

Olmex's eyes misted over when he thought about his mother. "She started her professional life as a prosecutor, fighting the advocates in the lower courts to keep the people safe. Slowly, she started to make a name for herself and was elected to the Fourth District Superior Courts by the time she was in her early thirties. A record that stands to this day. Five years into her judgeship, she met my father and they fell madly in love. After courting her for a year, out of respect to her parents, General Jettol and Lady Havraha, who our vessel had been named after, they were wed. Two years later, I was born. There had beenvomplications during delivery, and my twin sister, who would have been named Tala, was delivered stillborn. My mother was unable to bear any more children afterwards, due to the damage, so I was treated as if I were the center of their universe." He moved over to the small bar and poured himself a two fingee of Romulan Ale, downing it with a single gulp. He was silent for several moments.

"Very well" Calim replied. "A pity her name was used for such things that our late captain were into." She was starting to relax but not fully. "So now what do you want to do?"

Ge poured another healthy serving of ale, this time sipping it. "Well, for starters, I need to bathe. Then, eat something decent. Then sleep. Tomorrow, I need to go speak to Commodore Lalor-Richardson about our people on her ship."

"Shower is that way. Uniforms are in the bedroom. I will replicate you some food." Calin said calmly.

He started towards the shower, then paused, reaching out to take gentle hold on Calin's upper arms. In a voice filled with exhaustion and regret, he said, "Aside from a handful of individuals, you are the only one who knows who I really am. You are the only one on this ship that knows truth." He paused to take a breath, then continued. "I give you my word of honor...in everything that matters between us, I will never hide the truth from you again." He didn't need to say that there would be military secrets he would still be required to keep to himself, unless and until he was either ordered otherwise, or she became his commanding officer.

"Very well. I believe you." Calin replied with a small smile. "Go shower. You need to decompress."

Seeing her smile lifted a weight of of Olmex's shoulders. He leaned in and gently kissed her forehead, then made his way to the shower. He emerged thirty minutes later, wearing a pair of his physical training uniforms, as he didn't have any true lounge, or off-duty clothes. Moving to the dining table, he saw that Calin had already replicated a selection of his favorite foods. She also has a full glass of Romulan Ale ready for him. "Thank you for all of this, my love!" He gave her a smile that was both full of devotion and completely exhausted.

"This means I am no longer yelling." she said calmly. "But we have work to do." She warned him. She sat down and began to serve their meal.

Olmex nodded in understanding, then sat to her left. He then reached over gently holding her left hand with his right. "I know, my love. We will be unified going forward." He lifted her hand to his lips and gently kissed her knuckles.

She gave him an arch look and then softened a bit. "Very well. What do you have in mind?"

"For us? A long and happy life together." His grin warmed as he responded. Then he inhaled a deep breath and let it out before continuing. "For our crew, we will discuss that with the Commodore. While I know it will be difficult to fully integrate our two crews into one, however, I won't have us just sitting idly by, while the Starfleet crew does all the work." He released Calin's hand, as grabbed his wine glass, as he continued, "Also, after seeing to our survivors, you should know that, after myself, you are the next highest-ranked officer to survive. So, as well as your duties of being our CMO...you will now be doing the duties of my first. Congratulations." He lifted his glass in salute to her.

"Oh no come on, I am a medical officer, I have no tactical or any sort of experience for that role." She wanted to whine like a child.

Smiling softly, Olmex responded. "All of the other officers that survived are ensigns or junior lieutenants(*). You outrank them all, so it would be improper to elevate them above you."

She slouched in her chair something that would have her mother hissing had she been there. She crossed her arms. "Fine" came the reply. She was not happy about it. "But I still want to work with the medical team here."

Nodding, Olmex responded. "That is one of the tings we shall discuss with the Commodore. I want to incorporate our crew with theirs in the same, or similar fields of knowledge and experience. It would help us do our part more efficiently for our hosts and new allys."

Calin nodded. "I have a cousin who used to serve here" she said softly. "But she was born outside the empire so... not really accepted by the community."

This was new information to him. Olmex arched an eyebrow. "Here as in the Elysium? Are they still here?" He suddenly had the fear that if her cousin was assigned here, they might have perished during any one of the crisis that had occurred over the last year.

"No, she is on Earth with her adoptive family and her husband and children. I think she has two now." Calin said. "There are several family links within the Federation with my extended family. Jaeih is a cousin on my uncle's side. Not a close cousin but still a cousin."

A look of relief washed over Olmex's face. "I'm glad she is safe. If the Fates smile upon us, perhaps you shall see her, and the rest of your family soon."

"Seeing home would be lovely." Calin replied with a small smile. She finished her meal. "After this we should rest before we meet with the Commodore."

After finishing the delicious and very filling meal that Calin had prepared, Olmex suddenly felt very tired. Before he could stop himself, he yawned a wide yawn, then replied, "Yes...you're right. Sleep is definitely beckoning to me." He stood and helped clean away the dishes, putting them in the replicator alcove and pressing the recycle control. He then moved to the single large bed. It certainly looked softer than the beds that had been on the Havraha. He removed his shirt and pulled the covers back. Looking up at Calin, he said, "Shall we?"

She nodded and slipped into the bed with him "Lights off."

Together, in the dark, Olmex and Calin held onto each other. "The ship sounds vastly different than ours did," he said quietly. "Vibrates differently too. She seems....smoother....more alive than construct."

"Sleep beloved." Calin said softly. "You need your rest and tomorrow we have a lot to do." She curled into him and they fell asleep.

Author Note: (*) = to ease reader confusion, the Universal Translator replaced the Romulan Navy ranks with their Starfleet equivalents.