[Starbase Edmund, Personal Quarters]
Luther walked into the room and smiled at the couple. He even offered them a slight bow. "Ms. Jones. Evan. I'm from the future and I've come to warn you of an urgent matter," he said.
"History shows that Admiral Kirok will be taking a prisoner aboard the Discovery very soon. He will transfer this man over to the USS Shran in a matter of days. If the prisoner reaches the intended destination, a sequence of events will follow that could ultimately result in Evans' death," he added.
"But if you release the prisoner, you can save Evan. See your old Vice Admiral access codes are still active. A clerical error, I'm sure. But freeing the prisoner is the only way to save Evan" Luther said.
[Starbase Edmund, Personal Quarters]
This man was the second stranger to strut into her personal quarters in only a few days. Unlike Agent Ferguson, who had seemed sincere in his quest to save the Federation from a second borg cube, the one before her now struck her as a man who smiled too much, as if he could obscure his sinister intents with a pleasant gesture. Such men were seldom to be trusted. T'Ra would have liked to scowl at the stranger, but her expression remained neutral, giving no indication of all that was running through her mind.
In any case, Evan was already scowling for her, pushing himself to his feet to roar, "You pance in here and just expect us to believe your cock-and-bull story?" He was huffing, visibly affronted by the claims. T'Ra held up a hand, a signal for silence. "But, T'Ra, it's my life here," he sputtered. Her hand did not waver, and Evan fell silent. How the tables had turned. That only days ago he had feared for her life, that now it should be his at stake. She flashed him a glance. Surely he knew what he meant to her. But he was stressed, feeling like he was under attack, as did she.
T'Ra turned back to the stranger, regarding him with a curiosity. She knew Evan would push for him to leave forthright, but she also knew that there was a certain danger to dismissing such a man and his threats before receiving the full picture. "You have given us very little to go on, and yet you are already calling for a mutiny. You ask that I defy one who is now to be my superior, someone I have worked with in years past, who I have learned to trust deeply. Surely you can see the flaws within your logic. If you are from the future as you claim, then I expect more than idle threats." As for the admiral codes, she hardly believed it was some mere clerical error. More likely, it was part of this man's devious plan.