Star Trek Lost Paradise Quote of the Day (4)

Today's excerpt is brought to you by Archangel T'Koris. Firefight on the station! And T'Koris is caught right in the middle so to speak. What's going to happen next? Stay tuned.

Archangel spun around as the away team charged in as planned, ducking away from the line of fire, unwilling to be caught on the wrong side of a stun blast.  As she turned to stand alongside her shipmates, she found herself confronted by a dilemma, torn between her loyalties.  Her hand strayed up to touch the two bone ridges on her forehead, mirrors of the enemy.  She had been born in the Federation to a human woman, raised there.  She owed the Federation.  But she was also half-Romulan.  She owed them her loyalty as well.

She raised her phaser, aiming for one of the Romulans, but couldn't pull the trigger.  Despite the oppressive weight of her duty to the ship and the fleet that felt as if it was crushing her, the rigorous training she had been through to shoot without question, she couldn't.  Her phaser hand shook as tears welled up in her eyes.  The careful web of rules that she had built up around herself was coming crashing down.