It's not just about poitics

Posted on Saturday November 23, 2024 @ 10:14pm by Captain Vott Mrall & Lieutenant Ryan Price

661 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Prologue: First Steps
Location: Starfleet operations center, Meeting room C
Timeline: Stardate 46155 0945 hrs

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Meeting room C in the Starfleet ops center was unremarkable, eight seat table, a small counter that might have coffee and pastry's under normal circumstances, but this was an impromptu meeting, He'd learned that his CO was in the building and looking to meet with any crew that would be signing on, Ryan had originally planned to beam to stardock when plans changed, he was sitting at the meeting table reading over a report when he heard the door open, he unconsciously stood to acknowledge the arriving officers.

"Good Morning. Captain Vott Mrall." The Bolian captain said formally to the officer. He knew this officer worked for Starfleet Intelligence and was assigned to the Mohawk. Why Starfleet would want an intelligence officer on a science vessel was beyond him. But this man had requested a meeting, and he wanted to know who would be working for him. What can I do for you Lieutenant?"

"Thanks for meeting with me Captain, I was hoping to check in seeing that the ship hasn't finished outfitting and meet to discuss expectations and any questions you may have." Ryan said motioning to the table in the meeting room.

The Bolian took a seat at the table. "The ship is almost ready to depart. Just a few more things to do on her. My teams are fixing it. How can I help you Lieutenant?" The Captain asked the intelligence officer.

Ryan looked at the Bolian, he spoke "I'm not going to speak on your experiences at Wolf three-five-nine, most of us who survived barely escaped, I was aboard the USS Lawton, we lasted just long enough to escape when the reactor went critical, I got sanctioned in the after action report for calling Starfleet out over it's blissful ignorance that reason would be the solution with the Borg, I've spent the last year on garbage assignments following those events while people whose job it was to prepare for this onslaught sat behind a desk passing the blame on the officers who died and those who didn't I don't want to say Starfleet needs to turn inward but we're not ready....and sending experienced crews into exile is a load of crap." he paused "Let's take the time on this assignment too fine tune for the next time...which will come." he ended with emphasis.

The Bolian was surprised at the man's candor. He had known there were some that thought the Borg were not done with us. Vott hoped that they were done with the Federation. Seeing that we could beat them, and unassimilate one of our own, they would not come back. He has been wrong before. "What did you have in mind Lieutenant?"

"Redemption." Ryan started, "Most of your current crew had solid records until Wolf three five nine, I think you were given the wrong end of the political stick and I think it needs to change."

Nodding, "I agree. I have my own... theories... about such things. We can discuss them later." The Captain was not wanting to talk about them openly at Starfleet Headquarters, in fear there were listening deices in this room. "This ship is just about ready to leave. I will be heading up to her later today."

"I'll be beaming up in about thirty minutes, my staff are waiting for me down the hall, "Pausing as he stood "Most of these meeting rooms aren't monitored and are swept for listening devices daily kind of handy." he turned "I'll see you soon captain."

Intelligence Officers always gave him the creeps. They were like counselors that knew what you were thinking. He watched the man leave the conference room. Apparently he was going to beat the CO to his own ship. He was fine with that, he needed to do a few more things down planetside. Giving the man a few minutes, Vott stood up and walked out himself. This assignment kept getting weirder and weirder everyday.

 

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