Entry tags:

napoleon solo | man from uncle

WHO: Napoleon Solo
WHEN: 226501.20, late night
WHERE: Enterprise: Restricted Areas
SUMMARY: Napoleon knows something hinky is going on with Commander Troi and his presence on the Enterprise. So he puts his spy training to use and finds out exactly what exactly is happening to the Travelers.
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Complete

There was clearly something going on in this starship and Napoleon was determined to figure out what that something was. He wasn't very secretive about gathering his initial intel. But after finding out that all of the people that were being plagued with headaches, violent urges, and nightmares were Travelers and not any of the Starfleet personnel - Pike excluded, who was a special case of Traveler - Napoleon decided he needed to be quieter about his doings and break the rules.

He knew he needed an all access card to get into the restricted sides of the ship. The Travelers were not given anything like that, so he ended up finding an ensign that did have one. Laying on the charm came easy to him. It was one of the reasons why the CIA had wanted him in the first place. He could sweet talk himself into and out of situations with an ease that came as natural as breathing. It was no surprise that he walked away from the encounter with the ensign with the access card he needed and the ensign kissed breathless, but none the wiser.

A part of him wanted to involve his partners in what he was doing. Covert ops were, after all, their specialty. But he figured he'd get his intel first, verify that there was something going on first, before going to them.

He would never get the chance.

It was deep within the heart of the ship, restricted door after restricted door, that Napoleon finally found what he was looking for. In a room with a tech table displaying the nebula that had brought them here drew his immediate attention upon entering the room. He recognized it from the public information the Travelers were given upon arrival. But there were blips in the projection, little lights to indicate something was going on in the nebula.

Eyebrows furrowing, he dug through the PADDs full of information that were neatly lined up on the tech table. And the more he read, the more anger rose in him until he slammed a fist against a wall.

Experiments.

Commander Troi wasn't just here to gather information on the experiences of the Travelers. He was also conducting experiments on them, at least, on the nebula that had brought them here. In turn, the nebula was affecting the Travelers adversely and the bastard knew it. And, what's worse, so did Starfleet command. Had sent him to do it.

Someone was going to pay for this, causing all of this suffering. And gathering the PADDs full of evidence, Napoleon didn't care if he got sent to the brig in the process: The Travelers deserved to know what this asshole was doing to them before their symptoms became worse.