Prelude to the Mission [Tray]

[Seth Morgan]

Commander Seth Morgan had a mission of utmost sensitivity to attend to. When dealing with Cardassians, one could never be too careful, and he was no exception. And this was why he had only had Trayton Hunt informed that he would be going on an important mission with him – not what it was, or where they would be going. He would go over those details with Hunt himself when he got there.

And while on Deep Space 9 he had a little bit of downtime – just a little bit. Enough to stroll the Promenade, maybe get to see the wormhole in action through the window. And of course, a drink and a few spins of the Dabo wheel at Quark’s wouldn’t do him any harm, either. Relaxation time always helped before going on a very serious mission – especially one like this. He’d been surgically altered before. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing, and it always made him nervous, trying to imitate another species when those around had lived as that type of species for their entire life. Luckily, he – and the man he would be working with – were very well-versed on Cardassians.

He stepped from the airlock. He had been on a Nor-class station before, a few times. This was the only one he’d been on, however, that was not under Cardassian control. Just as he got off, he looked for Hunt; he had told him to meet him here at this time, and his shuttle had indeed been on time.

[Trayton Hunt]

He had been sitting in his office when he received the message from Commander Morgan. According to him, and Starfleet Intelligence, he was going to be joining him for some sort of mission. However, none of the details or specifics were mentioned. According to the message he was suppose to meet him at one of the airlocks at eleven hundred hours.

It didn’t take him long to get there from his office. The station was still relatively quiet during this time of day, not that he really minded. It was one of those days where he was in the mood from some peace and quiet. It was also a day that he just wanted to be alone and work peacefully.

He had gotten to his destination twenty minutes earlier than he needed and was more than thankful that the corridors were rather barren, with the exception of the occasional passerby. As he was thinking about what happened to him on this day years ago, years that felt like days, he happened to see Morgan appear down the corridor and look around for him.

“Commander Morgan,” he called out as he approached the man. “So care to explain what exactly this mission is about?”

He really didn't feel like beating around the bush today and decided to forgo the usual pleasantries.

[Seth Morgan]

That was good; Hunt was here not just on time, but early. He wasn’t sure the man would be enthusiastic about this mission, but he knew that Hunt would do what was required, and Seth would for sure. “So, care to explain what this mission is about?” he asked. He was glad the man got to the point. “Not while we’re exposed like this,” he replied. He motioned to the Bajoran Security Officer standing near the airlock. “Take us somewhere quiet and private,” he told him.

That happened to be Tray’s office. Seth did a thorough sweep for devices, and found a few. He disabled them, and said, “Looks like the Obsidian Order has left their mark.” He went to the Cardassian computer, checking it as well. “You have been briefed on the Obsidian Order.” It was a statement, not a question; of course Hunt would have been since he had made himself learn all he could about the Cardassians.

“Starfleet Intelligence has received word that the Cardassians are making a subspace weapon. We have reason to believe that this is true. I’ve been sent to find out about this, and if possible destroy it. I am allowed to pick two people to come with me. As an expert on Cardassians, you are one of them. We will leave two days from now.” He stated it – this was non-negotiable. Hunt’s knowledge was necessary for this mission. “We are to be genetically altered to appear Cardassian to the eye and to scans, and then we are to meet with my contact, Ka’Var. Any questions?”

[Trayton Hunt]

He couldn’t blame the man for wanting to talk someplace quiet, although why he didn’t just meet Tray in his office was beyond him. The trek back was short, thankfully, and quiet. When they entered into the small work space, Trayton took his seat at the Commander did a sweep of the room. When he watched all the bugs that Morgan found, Tray couldn’t help but raise a brow. Obviously he was going to have to talk to Odo about why those were not found before his office was made ready for him.

“Briefed? Ha,” Tray said sarcastically.

Of course he knew about the Obsidian Order. The damn bastards had only tortured him and his friends for months trying to get information, and on some days just because they were bored. It was ironic that Morgan would show up on the station on the anniversary of his capture.

When Seth had mentioned the mission, Trayton immediately stood up from his chair, and slammed his hands against his desk. “The hell I am. I’m not getting altered to look like a God-damn spoonhead.”

He didn’t really mean to yell when he spoke, but the idea of getting altered to look like a Cardassian was not on his list of favourite things...especially today.