Double The Rollands

Posted on Fri Jun 20th, 2025 @ 1:45pm by Commander Jayla Rollands

1,320 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Personal Logs
Timeline: Before/During Sim of June 19, 2025

The grounds of Starfleet Command were quiet, for once. Things were finally settling down after all of the nonsense of everything with the Borg transporter incident. Though, many were still iffy about using them.

Commander Jayla Rollands sat staring out at two birds flittering around on the grass. She’d just finished a meeting that could have been a communique, and had some extra time before she had to be back on the Potemkin. The sound of rushing feet shook her from her daze.

“Commander Rollands,” came a questioning voice she recognized. “Lieutenant Boyar, been a while. I’d assume you were still security for my brother.”

The young face she remembered when she was verifying who she trusted with the security of her eldest brother, Patrick, seemed to have aged over the last few years. “It's my shift off, but that isn’t why I’m here.” He handed her a PADD which had a recording pending. “You need to see this. And the statement you just made emphasizes it even more.”

“You have me worried,” she said quietly as she played the recording. There was no sound, but the image was clear: her brother was being freed from where she’d been told he’d spend the rest of his life for the kidnapping of a Starfleet officer. Not only that, SHE was the one who was signing him out. “No, this makes no sense.”

“Exactly why I came to find you once I heard you were out of your meeting. I didn’t think you would do this, and the fact that you are just sitting here? Someone is impersonating you to get your brother out.”

Jayla put the PADD down on the seat next to her and buried her face in her hands, a wave of panic setting in. “No, this is not good, no…” her voice trailed off as Lieutenant Boyar sat down next to her. “Of course, my people didn’t bother to check where he was going after he was released. But, I did check, and whoever she is, she passed all the checks, including the DNA check.”

Her eyebrow raised, “The DNA check? That doesn’t make any sense in passing that. We made sure it was not something that could be faked.” Her eyes glanced over to Boyar. “If they thought I released him, there’d be no reason to follow up on where he was going. But, I need to get back to the ship to figure out what is going on, and make sure whoever she is…”

He stopped her, grabbing her arm. “Actually, no, you are coming with me,” he said, the tone of voice changing before she felt the grab of a transporter as she tapped a spot behind her ear that she had hoped to never use.

—-------

“Whoever you are, you have no right!” Came Jayla’s voice as she looked out past the almost dungeon-like space she was placed into after transport. She’d been thrown in by the man who was clearly not Boyar, and the door had locked behind him.

A shadow of another person appeared as the false-Boyar tossed his combadge onto a table that seemed to hold all types of things. “They have no right, dear sister? Oh, we have every right.”

The face that was revealed a moment later was that of her brother, but not her brother? “You…you aren’t Patrick. But you are?” Her head was swimming as she tried to tap her combadge, only realizing it was also now on the table with the other. “Oh no, he is, but not the one you know,” whispered a voice from the other side of the dungeon.

It was a voice she knew all too well: her own.

“No, you were killed, I saw it with my own eyes,” she stated as she turned towards the one who spoke in her own voice. “I did, huh? Well, then make sense as to why I’m here.” The other Jayla Rollands came out of the shadows, arms crossed. “Go on, I’m waiting.”

Before she could answer, another person’s footsteps could be heard. Her eyes darted over to another corner again, seeing the face of the brother she did recognize. “See, little sister, there are still ways I can make sure you stay on Earth. It just takes another me and you to make it work.” The sly grin she’d seen on his face last time she’d been kidnapped was there behind tired eyes from being imprisoned.

“And I snagged the other Boyar because I knew it would be someone you’d trust. Just had to set the plan in motion before he brought you the recording.” The other Rollands walked over to the two Patrick Rollands and Boyar. “It was genuine, by the way, as I did break him out in a way. Though, records will show you freed him.”

Jayla’s eyes didn’t meet those of her other self, but did see the outfit. “That isn’t your normal tight fitting outfit. Which means you have something up your sleeve.” She got extremely serious for a moment, “You think they won’t know it isn’t me? I’m due back on the ship!”

“Oh, don’t worry your pretty little head about that. They will have you, and Boyar already contacted them saying you would be late, as you were checking the security of your brother.” And before Jayla could say another word to herself, she vanished in a quick transporter beam.

The not-her-brother version of Patrick crossed his arms and smirked, “Why was this so easy? I thought we would have been dealing with more security. But, just DNA to get through?” The actually-her-brother version of Patrick grinned, “See, I always win, dear sister. And now you are stuck down here again.”

—-------

With nowhere to go, and being guarded by not only her brother, but the mirror version of her brother, and the mirror version of Boyar, Jayla paced the cell she was in. There was an odd transporter sound that broke the silence, and it wasn’t one that could be recognized. In that moment, Jayla tapped the spot behind her ear again before a voice familiar only to her broke the silence as well.

“Dear baby sister, you truly think you could keep us away forever? And…” there was a tapping of a console nearby before all she heard was a screeching in her ears and her head began to throb. “We know about your little implant, and my sister will be able to fake having it if needed. We’ve been watching you.”

Pushing through the pain and sounds, “You aren’t Aeron, he died when I was seven! And,” she winced, “they know me well enough to know when I am not myself.” She collapsed down onto her knees, realizing now what they’d just triggered on the console: Her implant was not only not triggering the tracking device anymore, but it also was no longer blocking out the alpha waves that kept her from being controlled if anyone knew how to do so.

The voice came through the screeching again, “I am him, the version that wouldn’t just go off to try to defeat the Borg. The version that yes, takes care of his family, but knows when to back off and realize Captain Rollands potential. She did it all on her own, unlike you. You only joined Starfleet because you lost me when you were younger. She forged her own path.”

As much as Jayla wanted to say something in return, she couldn’t get the strength to do so. She found herself curled into the fetal position in the corner of the cell she was in, one last statement coming through her ears.

“She is ours now.”

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