The Enemy of My Enemy
Character Background Stories
Timeline: 12 Years Ago (2381)
::The Zam, Oakland::
Korra cringed slightly as the man on the other side of the table finished the silvery liquor in his glass.
"That's your second supernova. The last time you . . ."
"Oh, please." Oliver rolled his eyes as he unzipped his uniform jacket and reached out for the third glass on the table. "I can handle my liquor."
"Sure you can." retorted the short haired brunette as she snatched the glass from the man's hand.
Oliver leaned over the table and was about to take back or at least try to take back his drink from the Marine when the two of them were interrupted by a Cardassian lieutenant junior grade in science teal.
"Oh my, isn't that Korra Ymir and her 'he-is-just-my-best-friend' Oliver."
Korra raised an eyebrow.
"What do you want, Illora?"
Realizing the futility of his effort, Oliver fell back into his seat and gave up any hope of getting his drink back. Looking up at the Cardassian, he joined the fray with a small smirk.
"Be nice, Korra. Lieutenant Marritza here is, and I quote, 'the future of Starfleet, and a paragon of efficiency and diligence.' To be honest, Illora, I'm surprised my grandfather still hasn't given you his Staff of Avelorn yet. He always talks about how badly he wants to pass down the family heirloom to someone who is truly deserving of it."
A smug grin crept onto Illora's lips.
"Actually . . ."
Oliver's smirk faded slowly but irreversibly.
"Wait a second, he gave you that stupid staff?" Looking to Korra, he said incredulously, "He won't even let me touch it. Not even once in the last fifteen years."
Illora shrugged nonchalantly.
"Well, I must be truly deserving of it I guess."
Oliver threw up his hands. "Unbelievable."
With a sympathetic sigh Korra handed the man the glass of supernova she had kept away from him.
Grinning triumphantly Illora glanced down at the watch on her wrist. "Oh well, you kids have fun. I have a shuttle to catch. I'm having lunch with the admiral in Genoa."
As the Cardassian disappeared into the busy street outside of the restaurant, Oliver rolled his eyes and gulped down the whole glass in one shot.
A few moments passed quietly between him and Korra. Then he turned to the Marine.
"I can't believe you slept with my arch-nemesis."
"Hey, I broke up with her months ago. Besides, since when is she your arch-nemesis?"
"Since just now."
"Oh please, you will get over the staff by the end of the week."
"Ugh." Oliver growled. "Whatever, but please tell me you are coming to the dinner tonight, or I will never hear the end of it from the old man. Or Illora, for that matter."
Korra finished up the last bit of Kalorian steak on her plate and shook her head.
"As much as I love your grandmother's cooking, I'll pass. Dinner parties with politicians and diplomats are your specialty, not mine."
Setting down her fork and knife, the Marine glanced around the restaurant.
"Besides, I'm sure you will find someone else to go with you in no time. How about . . . the Bajoran over there by the fountain? She's cute."
"Nah, she's married."
"The Trill at the bar?"
"The blonde over there in the pink tank top?"
Korra turned back and raised an eyebrow at the man. "When has neurosis ever stopped you from getting into someone's pants?"
Oliver shrugged. "True, but I'm not looking for a one-night stand here" Another look from the Marine, he added, "Well, not just a one night stand, but a one night stand that I can bring to a fancy dinner party with councilors, ambassadors, and admirals before commencing the said one night stand."
The Marine rolled her eye. Gesturing at the doors, she said, "Then how about the brunette that just walked in? She seems normal, and she's definitely your type."
"Yes, and yes . . . except that's Lieutenant Tala."
"The same Lieutenant Tala that caught you sleeping with her roommate?"
"Yeah, that one."
Korra gave the man a what-the-heck look and stood up from her seat. Grabbing her flight jacket, the Marine shook her head. "I have a Gryphon to fly. You are on your own, Ollie."
Oliver raised the empty glass in his hand. "Tell Kia I said hi."
Rolling her eyes one last time, Korra headed out to the door without another word.
Oliver watched her disappear into the crowd outside before picking up the menu again. You can't find a date on an empty stomach after all.
Cadet Steiner walked in, to the surprise of everyone watching and proceeded to scan the bar. This was certainly one of these off-campus joints that did not serve to regulation. Of course, quite a few people knew who she was the moment she walked in. She then noticed the Lieutenant that walked in and smiled at him as she overheard his conversation with the marine before she disappeared out the door.
Eva walked over to the Lieutenant and directly sat down in front of him, and looked Oliver in the eyes. She then smiled. "You're a regular James T. Kirk, aren't you? I wonder how many conquests you'll have in your career? But you are not as infamous that I am. You'll be pleased to know that I may be the only female in this bar that is remotely interested in you." She then looked at the waiter. "Wine, Chardonnay." She ordered. "You and I have much in common."
Oliver was both intrigued and amused by the blonde who had just popped out of nowhere and sat herself down in front of him. Awkwardly direct, audacious, and . . . gorgeous. He liked her.
"Wow, 'the only female,' huh? I think I'm hurt." Leaning forward, Oliver added with a smile,"But again, it doesn't really matter as long as you are that only one." Then the smile turned into a hearty grin. "Name is Oliver. And you are?"
"My name is Eva." She noted. "And I have a little proposition for you. It's one of those 'you scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours deals.'"
Oliver studied the woman for a moment. Then with a small smirk he said, "Hmm, I do like a good back scratching. It's really good for blood circulation, you know. I'm all ears."
"You and I have a mutual problem." Eva noted. "Admiral Johnathon Lee. He's taken it upon himself to make my tenor here at the academy.... Difficult." She mentioned. "And so, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. We're going to watch each other's back, you and I, and watch the good Admiral. Question my family's honour and integrity? He has brought this upon himself. If he desires treachery, I'll give him equal amounts of treachery." Eva mentioned. "I am going to be a Starfleet Officer, and neither him, nor those clowns in Red Squad will stand in my way. And when I wear that uniform, I'm going to rub it in his face so much, it will shame him until they put him in the ground." Eva sipped her wine. "What of you? What do you want?"
Oliver did not expect to hear his grandfather's name. The blonde clearly didn't pick him out with a random throw of the die. And now that he thought about it, she did seem somewhat familiar. Where had he seen her before?
"Wow, for a second there I thought I was getting some real back scratching." he said with feigned disappointment - only half feigned actually. Pausing for a brief moment, he continued, "Now, Eva, I don't know how much you think you know me - other than my good looks and irresistible charm, of course - but what makes you think I want to make an enemy out of Admiral Lee? And for the sake of argument, let's say I agreed to your proposal, what exactly am I getting out of it anyway?"
"First, it is only a matter of time before he finds some way to get rid of us, I wouldn't be in his office over an application to Starfleet Academy otherwise. We were in there because we were singled out., and he likes the sound of his own voice." Eva sipped her wine. "Finally, you will receive my everlasting gratitude. A favor for a favor, wouldn't you say? I want the uniform, and what do you want Lieutenant? If you decide to walk away, that's your choice. But he's going to find some kind of Career Suicide to drown you with sooner or later. We can stand stronger, if we do so together."
The mention of the Academy jogged Oliver's memory. She was the cadet sitting on the couch as he stormed out of the office suit this morning. Yet questions remained.
"Why exactly does the admiral want to make your life at the Academy difficult?" he asked.
"My parents were the Steiner clan who joined the Maquis. It seems everyone has an opinion of me. Half my class thinks I should be congratulated, the other half thinks I should be executed for their crimes." Eva noted. "It seems Admiral Lee has made his dislike of me personal. I'm not going to wait for him to destroy my career. If he wants to be my enemy, I'll gather up the skeletons in his closet and air them before everyone. Understand I don't care what they think. I'm going to make my own career without the rest of the academy, or even my family."
"The Steiners?" Oliver raised a slight eyebrow. It all made sense now. To say his grandfather disliked the Steiners was a galactic understatement. He wasn't sure exactly what happened between them; the old man rarely talked about it. But one thing was sure: it was about much more than just the Steiners' joining the Marquis.
Nodding at the patch on Eva's flight jacket, he said, "The Ghosts of Razgriz, one of Starfleet's finest. And judging from the design, it was your grandfather's old squadron, wasn't it?" After a brief pause, he quickly added an explanation, "My best friend is an avid collector of flight patches. Once she starts talking about them, there's no stopping her, and I might have learned a few things about flight patches from her over the years."
"I am a pilot, that loves the Federation more than anything. That was the reason my family joined the Maquis, because the loved the Federation. They did what they had to do, and sent me to Earth just to get kidnapped by the Cardassians only to be tried by them for the crimes of my family." She noted. "I have only my grandfather, Lieutenant. Cardassians live and stamp their dirty feet over the home I played in as a child. I have no home, no friends, no lands. They only thing I have.... Is my honour." She sipped some wine.
Oliver sipped from his glass of water as he pondered. He was no fan of the Marquis and their willingness at times to resort to terroristic tactics, but the woman sitting on the other side of the table from him couldn't have been more than a child at the time her parents took up arms against the Cardassians, and even the Federation. Whatever history his grandfather had with the Steiners, he should not have visited on Eva the sins of her parents. What had she done other than bearing a name that the old man detested?
With a small smirk he said, "Well, we can do a lot better than just watching each other's back. The admiral is holding a dinner party tonight for the Trill ambassador. You should come with me. I'm sure the admiral would 'love' to see you there. Just imagine the fun."
"Why, I will procure a fine dress. I'm going to show him that there is nothing he, and Red Squad, can do to force me out of Starfleet Academy. No power in this galaxy that will make me give up on my dreams. This evening will send many messages to the Admiral after he pulled me into that office and tore open these scars of mine." Eva was the most driven woman he ever met. "I swear to god. I will make him pin that rank pip on me personally. From this moment on. I WILL graduate at the top of my class." Germans were notorious for their tempers, and apparently she inherited her grandfather's infamous temper. "He provokes me, then he will know what I am capable of."
"Are you always this intense?" asked Oliver. "I like it." Placing his hand over his heart, he added, "In fact, I think I might be in love."
"Only when I'm angry, and motivated." Eva noted.
Oliver grinned. Raising his last glass of Super Nova, he said, "Here's to a . . . memorable evening."
Lieutenant Oliver A. Lee
Strategic Operations Command
2nd Lieutenant Korra Ymir
Marine Starfighter Pilot
(NPC - Oliver/Roger)
Lieutenant Illora Marritza
(NPC - Oliver/Roger)