Mistaken Identity - Part 1

Posted on Thu Nov 14th, 2024 @ 5:03pm by Lieutenant JG Deezell Vox
Edited on on Mon Nov 18th, 2024 @ 4:03pm

1,401 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Episode 119 - "Shattered Mirror"
Location: The Mirror Universe
Timeline: Current

Last time on Starbase 400....

NB Dee (Mirror) Vox (Ours)

We transverse down a dark corridor, its lights dim and flickering. We turn a corner and enter a large room through a pair of doors. Darcot Gebhop, a known Orion Crime Boss, sits at a table with his associates. There is not a sober person at that table. The gang is celebrating another haul of profit.

A young woman is seen coming out of another room, carrying a tray of drinks. She is wearing shabby clothes that are torn in many places. Despite the dim lights, we can see the bruises on her arms and legs. She approaches the table and puts down the tray. She turns to leave but is forcefully grabbed by Darcot's strong hand, pulling her onto his lap.

He runs his hand down her hair. It's at this point that we see her face, Deezell. But not our Deezell, her mirror counterpart in the dark and dangerous mirror universe. She tries to get off his lap as he strokes her face, but he tightens his grip.

"You're mine now bitch. You thought you could make a deal with me and get rich by betraying your family? I am the only one who gets rich here, and thanks to you, we did, but your foolishness cost you everything, including the lives of your parents, who were too stubborn to see a good deal when it was right in front of them. Now go make yourself pretty. " he finished throwing her off of his lap, and she landed in a heap on the floor. She looked back at him, the hatred swelling inside her, but she dared not let him see it.

She headed back to the other room, slumped onto her shabby bed and with her head in her hands, she sobbed.

In a foolish act of greed, Deezell Timurs tried to make a deal with the Gebhop Crime Syndicate to get herself off the Trill Homeworld and be independent of her parents. But the whole scheme backfired, resulting in the deaths of her parents and her immediate family, and all of their wealth and possessions plundered. She was now alone and in the abusive servitude of Darcot Gebhop. Her life now belonged to him.

She wasn't going to stay like this. She was doing anything she could to find a way to escape, hiding items that she could use when the time was right. She had no idea what she would do if she managed to escape, where she could go, or even if she could escape.

Wiping the tears from her face, she put on one of the many skimpy, revealing outfits she was forced to wear so Darcot and his associates could leer over her. She had to use all her willpower to resist lashing out when they groped her every time they had a drunken gathering. Hope was the only thing she had that she could get away and somehow atone for her mistake.

the story continues....

Dee was not aware of the modifications their holo-communicators made to project appropriate attire, so she arrived in an outfit she thought might help her blend in. She would use the hologram if needed.

Once she and her team had beamed to the mirror universe, which almost immediately had a tangible, unsettling feel, they began their assignment. She was part of the team set to gather any intel on their engineering advancements and, of course, delete any information they stole from our universe.



Dee was surrounded by the gang, who were getting more and more intoxicated by each passing minute. Her restraint was being tested to its limit by their crude remarks and continual unwanted groping and stroking of her face and hair. Just when she thought she was about to snap, the back doors to the layer were blown open, as their supposedly secure layer was raided by their fiercest rival gang, the Zo'awala. Dee took this opportunity to get out of the groping hands and move out of the way as the rival gang went in for the attack.

She got out through the damaged doors and out into the station. She did not have the slightest plan, only to get away, to anywhere. Despite their inebriation, five of the eight members of the Gebhop Syndicate survived the attack, whereas none of the Zo'awala were so fortunate. Darcot Gebhop, who, despite losing his right hand in the skirmish, was furious with Dee's escape and ordered his men to find her.

Unknown to her, Vox was only meters away from Darcot's henchmen and was utterly unaware of what would soon happen.

She stopped briefly to get a layout of where she was when Darcot's men set upon her. She was immediately knocked unconscious, dropping to the floor, where she was kicked repeatedly by the men. "Stop!" a loud voice was heard. Darcot approached. "How we survived that hit, I don't know because you fracking idiots can't follow orders. Capture her and bring her to me. At no point did I tell you to beat her. Pick her up and bring her back to base. " he ordered, walking off, chuntering under his breath. 'Frigging idiots'

Once the coast was clear, Dee appeared from the darkness of a nearby corridor. She had witnessed the whole thing. She knew now they wouldn't be looking for her, but who was that person they had taken? She looked exactly like her. She had heard stories of a mirror universe and wondered if that was where she had come from. She headed off down a corridor but stopped after a few steps. Her conscience had kicked in. This was her chance to escape, but she knew, deep down, that she couldn't let them hurt this mirror version of her. She had done no wrong.

Back at the gang's den, Vox was still unconscious and was battered and bruised but not severely hurt. She had been left slumped in the corner of the main room. Dee sneaked back into the den. She could see her mirror counterpart in the corner of the room. She was transfixed in looking at herself. The hair was slightly different but it was her. She snapped back into focus as she heard footsteps. She hid the best she could.

Darcot picked up Vox, took her into the same room, and laid her on the bed. "You better come too soon, bitch. That was brave but pretty frigging stupid. I hope my stupid men didn't hurt you too much because I ain't done with you yet.". He left the room and closed the door, locking it as it shut.


Several hours past during which time, Vox was subjected to abuse by various members of Darcot's gang without his permission. Once it appeared that the gang had gotten bored, Dee sneaked across and into the small room. Vox was bruised, bloodied and her clothes torn. She was unconscious.

Dee rocked back and forth, trying to think of a plan. After about 10 minutes, our Dee stirred on the bed. She opened her eyes to find herself looking at herself. "Hello, are you me?" Dee asked.

Vox stared at Dee. "I guess so, yeah. But not from this universe," she added.

"I had heard stories about another universe, a mirror of this one, but I didn't believe in it. So, it's true. I'm sorry you got hurt because of me. " Dee replied.

"It's not your fault. There were risks of us coming here; I knew that." Vox replied.

"Us? There are more of you?" Dee asked.

"Yes, but that's not important at the moment. I need to get out of here and back to my team. I need your help. "

"Well, seeing as it is my fault you are in this mess, I will help you. But, can you take me back with you?" Dee asked.

"That's a big ask. Let's get out of here first and then see what we can do. After all, it isn't me who has the authority to make a call like that." Vox replied.

"I understand," Dee replied. The first thing we need to do is get out of this room, which so happens to have an access conduit behind the bed, which I have used to sneak out before. "Vox smiled. " OK, let's go."

End of Part 1.

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