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Admiral T'Var and Commander Massina return to the infirmary after being informed by Dr. Resnik that their 'guest' is now awake and showing signs of a full recovery. My OCs rendered by www.deviantart.com/dazinbane .

Admiral T'Var is surprised to see the young woman whom earlier was in a deep sleep, unresponsive to stimuli, now sitting up and very alert, having just finished off a tray of food consisting of a porter house steak and french fries. As the Admiral and Commander Massina enter the infirmary and walk toward the bed where the woman is finishing her meal, one of Dr. Resnik's orderlies removes the tray and the food remnants from the patient's area, carrying it past the admiral and commander. Commander Massina's eyes widen in surprise as she scans the tray as it passes by.

"It seems our guest has a big appetite!" Massina says after observing the tray.

"Indeed..." T'Var responds after barely glancing at the tray. "Perhaps our guest shall be willing to answer our questions."

Massina nods in agreement as she voices another observation that she finds curious.

"Strange thing, Admiral. ." Massina recalls. "Dr. Resnik said our guest is Vulcan, if I remember correctly."

"A Vulcan/Human hybrid, I believe where the doctor's exact words...." T'Var replies. "Your point, Commander?"

"Well Admiral, I've never met a Vulcan, or mixed Vulcan who ate meat! And this young woman just put away a twenty four ounce Porterhouse!" Massina whispers as the two officers reach the stranger's bedside.

"That's because I wasn't raised as a Vulcan or on that planet..." the young woman answers in a clear, strong, voice that sounds so familiar. "Actually I'm from Earth, New York City, born and raised."

"It seems our guest's hearing is not impaired." T'Var observes as she carefully observes the attractive young woman sitting up on the bio bed, smiling back at her.

"I am Admiral T'Var, commanding officer of Starfleet Salvage Command and the Delta Aquilae Shipyards. This is Commander Massina, Chief Intelligence and Strategic Operations officer." T'Var says, making her introduction. "We have many questions for you. The first question is, what is your name?"

Mirror Ella smiles a little wider as she stares at the two officers. She had been briefed by Smiley at Terok Nor, prior to the start of this mission, about the remarkable resemblences that the people of this universe will have to people she already knows. But she hadn't consciously encountered any, until now. How so much like her grandmother this Admiral T'Var is. The same facial features, body build, mannerisms, even down to the voice. And standing beside her is Brooke Massina, just like back home, obviously trusted, coldly efficient, and physically so very similar.

"My name is T'Lar but my friends call me Ella." Mirror Ella says, her familiar voice edged with emotion. T'Var notices the sound of amusement.

T'Var raises one of her eyebrows in apparent surprise at Ella's words. The admiral's own granddaughter's name is T'Lar who is also known as Ella. And their physical similarities are striking. Yet, this woman gives off a dangerous vibe, like a wolf sitting quietly in the shadows watching for prey. Where T'Var's granddaughter is warm and very friendly, with a openess and honesty that most people find pleasantly refreshing, this woman gives off the feeling of cold calculation and supressed violence. This woman is a predator, in spite of her beautiful smile and charming disposition. She obviously believes in her own abilities and is definitely self assured.

"Interesting..." T'Var says calmly, before switching to questions. "Perhaps you can tell us why you were aboard the freighter OLEN? The ships manifest does not show your name among the passengers and crew? Would you explain that please?"

Mirror Ella's dark eyes narrow as she stares cooly at the admiral. Those words and the way they were asked are so reminiscent of the interrogatories spewed by the 'Widow' back home. Ella's mind immediately goes back to the instructions given to her by the 'Widow' prior to this mission. She is under orders that under no circumstances is she to divulge details of her mission. Especially if captured. Ella knows that without the interdimemetional transport device, she's not going home. She always understood the inherent danger of this mission, but the potential rewards were too great and desperately needed by the Terran Rebellion and she is willing to die in order to see her people victorious and free. Ella and her team were chosen for this assignment because the 'Widow' knew that they would successfully complete it. So now she plans to keep her word and in true Terran Resistance fashion, say nothing.

"I'm sorry Admiral, but I can't tell you anything. I'm under orders..." Mirror Ella says, while leisurely crossing her legs.

T'Var was not surprised by Ella's words. Obviously this woman is a highly trained operative and her recalcitrance is expected.

"I see.." T'Var says with her trademark calmness. But again asking a question, still trying to get some information out of her. "And whom, may I ask, gave you your orders?"

Mirror Ella leans forward on her bed, staring the admiral squarely in the eyes while smiling mischievously at the irony of this situation.

"You did, grandmother...." Ella answers, obviously finding humor in the present situation....

Well, Hello! How Are You Feeling? Mirror Universe.. Ella Meets T'Var.. Grandmother! Mirror Shards.. Mission Status Report!

Description
Admiral T'Var and Commander Massina return to the infirmary after being informed by Dr. Resnik that their 'guest' is now awake and showing signs of a full recovery. My OCs rendered by www.deviantart.com/dazinbane .

Admiral T'Var is surprised to see the young woman whom earlier was in a deep sleep, unresponsive to stimuli, now sitting up and very alert, having just finished off a tray of food consisting of a porter house steak and french fries. As the Admiral and Commander Massina enter the infirmary and walk toward the bed where the woman is finishing her meal, one of Dr. Resnik's orderlies removes the tray and the food remnants from the patient's area, carrying it past the admiral and commander. Commander Massina's eyes widen in surprise as she scans the tray as it passes by.

"It seems our guest has a big appetite!" Massina says after observing the tray.

"Indeed..." T'Var responds after barely glancing at the tray. "Perhaps our guest shall be willing to answer our questions."

Massina nods in agreement as she voices another observation that she finds curious.

"Strange thing, Admiral. ." Massina recalls. "Dr. Resnik said our guest is Vulcan, if I remember correctly."

"A Vulcan/Human hybrid, I believe where the doctor's exact words...." T'Var replies. "Your point, Commander?"

"Well Admiral, I've never met a Vulcan, or mixed Vulcan who ate meat! And this young woman just put away a twenty four ounce Porterhouse!" Massina whispers as the two officers reach the stranger's bedside.

"That's because I wasn't raised as a Vulcan or on that planet..." the young woman answers in a clear, strong, voice that sounds so familiar. "Actually I'm from Earth, New York City, born and raised."

"It seems our guest's hearing is not impaired." T'Var observes as she carefully observes the attractive young woman sitting up on the bio bed, smiling back at her.

"I am Admiral T'Var, commanding officer of Starfleet Salvage Command and the Delta Aquilae Shipyards. This is Commander Massina, Chief Intelligence and Strategic Operations officer." T'Var says, making her introduction. "We have many questions for you. The first question is, what is your name?"

Mirror Ella smiles a little wider as she stares at the two officers. She had been briefed by Smiley at Terok Nor, prior to the start of this mission, about the remarkable resemblences that the people of this universe will have to people she already knows. But she hadn't consciously encountered any, until now. How so much like her grandmother this Admiral T'Var is. The same facial features, body build, mannerisms, even down to the voice. And standing beside her is Brooke Massina, just like back home, obviously trusted, coldly efficient, and physically so very similar.

"My name is T'Lar but my friends call me Ella." Mirror Ella says, her familiar voice edged with emotion. T'Var notices the sound of amusement.

T'Var raises one of her eyebrows in apparent surprise at Ella's words. The admiral's own granddaughter's name is T'Lar who is also known as Ella. And their physical similarities are striking. Yet, this woman gives off a dangerous vibe, like a wolf sitting quietly in the shadows watching for prey. Where T'Var's granddaughter is warm and very friendly, with a openess and honesty that most people find pleasantly refreshing, this woman gives off the feeling of cold calculation and supressed violence. This woman is a predator, in spite of her beautiful smile and charming disposition. She obviously believes in her own abilities and is definitely self assured.

"Interesting..." T'Var says calmly, before switching to questions. "Perhaps you can tell us why you were aboard the freighter OLEN? The ships manifest does not show your name among the passengers and crew? Would you explain that please?"

Mirror Ella's dark eyes narrow as she stares cooly at the admiral. Those words and the way they were asked are so reminiscent of the interrogatories spewed by the 'Widow' back home. Ella's mind immediately goes back to the instructions given to her by the 'Widow' prior to this mission. She is under orders that under no circumstances is she to divulge details of her mission. Especially if captured. Ella knows that without the interdimemetional transport device, she's not going home. She always understood the inherent danger of this mission, but the potential rewards were too great and desperately needed by the Terran Rebellion and she is willing to die in order to see her people victorious and free. Ella and her team were chosen for this assignment because the 'Widow' knew that they would successfully complete it. So now she plans to keep her word and in true Terran Resistance fashion, say nothing.

"I'm sorry Admiral, but I can't tell you anything. I'm under orders..." Mirror Ella says, while leisurely crossing her legs.

T'Var was not surprised by Ella's words. Obviously this woman is a highly trained operative and her recalcitrance is expected.

"I see.." T'Var says with her trademark calmness. But again asking a question, still trying to get some information out of her. "And whom, may I ask, gave you your orders?"

Mirror Ella leans forward on her bed, staring the admiral squarely in the eyes while smiling mischievously at the irony of this situation.

"You did, grandmother...." Ella answers, obviously finding humor in the present situation....

Well, Hello! How Are You Feeling? Mirror Universe.. Ella Meets T'Var.. Grandmother! Mirror Shards.. Mission Status Report!