Star Trek Imagines

[PIC] Narek - Checkmate

Section 31 was a group dedicated to protecting the ideals of United Earth, the Federation, and to some extent the foundations of Starfleet. Section 31 officials were stationed at just about every area of Federation space. Until the 23rd century, Starfleet had recognised the division as one of their own, but quickly turned on said decision, choosing to categorise them as a rogue organisation. As of current time, Section 31 was not considered a part of the Federation.

Joining the organisation had provided you with valuable information, as well as learned you many invaluable skills. Bonds were formed with those you operated with, and friends had been made along the way. You were tight knit, very secure, and you worked together with confidence on each and every mission. Your failsafe was your fellow agents, so when you were called on for a solo mission, you were startled and a little confused.

"You're probably wondering why I've called you in alone, Y/N." The stern voice of your head operative, Eddison, had rung out.

"I had wondered, sir." Not meek in your tone, you stood confident, however there was a slight waver in your voice that suggested nerves. He waved it off with a small smile. 

"Well, I have quite the job for you, if you're up for it, of course."

"Absolutely." Your reply came without prerequisite, Eddison had yet to explain just what you'd have to do, and yet you were still so eager. 

"Well," he began, gesturing you to sit down as he did so himself. "I know you're already aware of the Tal Shiar, Y/N, but how much do you actually know about them currently?"

You shook your head in response, signalling that, other than the basics, you knew nothing. He continued. 

"They are an intelligence agency for the Romulan Empire, not dissimilar to us in some respect; it's more likely you could compare them to the Cardassian Obsidian Order. Their main goal is to ensure loyalty, anybody found defying them is imprisoned, forcibly sent away or killed. Dangerous stuff, I'll admit."

"What does this have to do with me, sir?" you interrupted, not quite seeing the point of your current standing.

"We have reason to believe one of their operatives is trying to look in on our plans, see how we are working and what we're doing. Several of our preparations have had to be rearranged because they've blocked us at every corner. I want you to try and figure out who it is, watch anyone suspicious and stop them."

You raised your eyebrows in shock. On your own? You didn't know where to start or how to start, but orders were orders and you took it in your stride. Accepting and standing, you left Eddison and began plotting your own course of action.

Work came quick and fast the coming weeks, and you had little time for relaxation. When you did, you chose to take it in a small café just off the corner of a park. It was nice to unwind in there, the bustling sounds making a serene atmosphere. 

"Might I join you?" A smooth voice asked, pulling your thoughts back to the present and your eyes up to the stranger. He was handsome, most certainly. A mess of brown hair adorned his head, and he had shimmering eyes, a sort of grey-blue, depending on the light. He thought the same of you, you were beautiful to him all the same. Both of you had one goal, though, and one goal alone, the attraction you felt to the other had to be pushed aside. 

"I don't know, might you?" You smiled, and he simply raised an eyebrow at your tone. Sitting anyway, you began to talk.

What you had learned, you remembered. All of what he had said, you took note. Narek was his name, and he hadn't been in the area too long. What you had also noticed, was that the young man had tried his best to style his hair so as not to reveal his heritage to you; he was, as clear as day, a Romulan. You knew what he was trying to do, though you didn't let on that you were anything but a simple townsperson, enjoying an afternoon in the café. 

These meetings happened nearly every day, Narek meeting you in various locations to converse with you; simple questions they would seem to anyone else, but to someone as trained as yourself, you knew these were indeed prying into business. So, you acted on that, misdirecting him to the best of your ability and playing naïve about it.  

"Do you have anything yet, Narek? You must've found someone we can use as leverage." came Narissa's stern voice, contempt in her voice at her youngest brother. He was, in her eyes, a disappointment, never quite being able to complete even the most mundane tasks given to him. He gritted his teeth, narrowing his eyes at her.

"I'm working on it, as well you know, sister." He hadn't wanted to give you away just yet, waiting for the opportune moment when he had you in a trap. 

She simply laughed and walked off, leaving a rather annoyed Narek in her wake. Determined was the young Romulan to capture one of the Section 31 operatives and finally prove his worth to the Tal Shiar, and his sibling. 

Out walking, you stepped with a caution that only trained eyes would see. Each step you took was calculated, calm. Your eyes darted round the streets around your organisation's secret compound for any signs of suspicious behaviour, well-trained eyes at that. Little ever escaped you, and it wouldn't this day, either. From the corner of your eye, a small glint of metal flashed, and you kept your head forward so as not to alert them to your notice. Crossing the way, the figure had retreated back into the shadows. You knew what to do.

Leading a path away from the buildings, you fled into the narrow back alley's that surrounded the busier streets. Footsteps now were quieter, more calculated than ever, because each little sound could be heard. Your peripheral caught a shadow once more, and this time you were ready. You flew down the passage and latched your arm around the figure's wrist, pulling them into some form of light to look at them, a knife pressed lightly against their skin.

"I figured." Your voice cool and calm, a chuckle escaping your throat as you looked into those grey eyes you'd come to enjoy the company of. Not a nice chuckle, a poisonous one. 

"As did I." He laughed back. Spite befell the tone of Narek's voice. "So, what will you do with me now? Kill me?"

You pretended to think, tapping your blade against your chin in thought.

"Kill you? Much too boring, Narek. Do spare me such a thought."

Narek saw his chance, a small gap it was, and took your wrists before you could react, pinning you to the wall. Your blade had dropped to the ground, and seeing you glance at it, Narek swiftly kicked it away, a smirk adorning his handsome features. 

"I could ask again, what will you do?"

His chuckle came again, this time darker. You acted on your first thought; you knew this was not just because you thought it was your only way out, but you wouldn't admit that to yourself. Leaning forward, you kissed the Romulan as best you could given the position you were in, and Narek found himself kissing you back. He loosened his grip on your wrists, instead dropping his hands to your waist, and you ran yours through his hair. Through kisses, you managed a sentence that threw his guard completely off.

"A bad move on your part. Checkmate."

Before Narek could even process your words, you threw him back and he hit the floor with a resounding thud. Smiling, not unkindly but with a wicked glint in your eye, you made your way to the end of the alley, turning back to look at him with a wink.

"Until next time, Tal Shiar."

And so, a deadly spy game had begun. 

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A/N: Thanks for reading! :) x