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Concerning our new guest....

Posted on Tue Mar 3rd, 2015 @ 9:17am by Vice Admiral Catherine Waldorf

Mission: Trouble on the frontier

The new office looked pristine which appealed to Harrison. He remembered the condition Terok Nor had been found in. Despite being assured that the Cardassians had left Boktor Nor in good order he had had visions of it being much the same.

He was also impressed by the lack of overt military overtones in the station’s fittings and architecture. He had no desire to seem like an overbearing commander watching his minions from on high.

He was about to ease himself into his chair when his comms light blinked to signal an incoming message.

“Harrison,” he said simply.

Despite her age, Catherine was always nervous speaking with Commanding Officers. Regardless, her nerves never showed.

"Captain, I'm calling in regards to the new Romulan ambassador." The Admiral hesitated. "I have concerns, ones that I'm afraid I can't express to you, not yet at least. However, I'd like a close eye kept on her."

“Understood, Ma’am,” Harrison replied. “I’ll get my Security Chief onto it right away.”

"And Harrison, discretion will go a long way. We don't need any.... excitement. Understood?"

“Yes, Ma’am. I assure you she will be discreet.”

"Good, I'll be along as soon as I resolve some issues on my end. Waldorf out."




"Harrison to Lieutenant Svardberg. My office if you please.”

Tori was in her office, unpacking, when she got the call. She acknowledged it, them sighed as she put down the picture frame she was trying to place. It was a picture of a landscape, a large mountain with a protrusion that looked vaguely like a sword hilt at the base, overlooking a deep blue ocean with crashing white waves. It was her one keepsake from home, a picture of her namesake.

It took Svardberg about five minutes to get to the Captain's office. She was called in immediately, so she knew something was up and she wouldn't like it. Usually CO's let a moment or two of waiting if more important things were being handled before a meeting. She entered and moved to attention for a second before relaxing. "Reporting as ordered, Captain."

“Lieutenant, I have just received a...request...from Admiral Waldorf. She would like a close eye kept on our new Romulan Ambassador, Riov S’ Ranya Mirok.”

There it was. The something she didn't like. She wanted to ask of she had heard him right, but there was no questioning it. A 'close eye' on an Ambassador. "And why exactly does the Admiral want a close eye kept on this Ambassador? Does she believe the woman will be endangering the station?"

“Nothing definite. My guess – reading between the lines of what Admiral Waldorf said – is that it is typical Admiralty paranoia. A high ranking Romulan arrives on an out of the way station like ours so they wonder what is going on. There is probably nothing to it but it would do well to humour the admiral.”

Tori stiffened, setting her jaw stubbornly. "Captain, I am a security officer, not a diplomatic corps officer or a spook. I run surveillance for criminal investigations, not espionage. The embassy is sovereign soil. I am not about to go spying on one Ambassador. If the Admiral wants to be informed of Ambassador Mirok's propensity to flaunt diplomatic immunity by way of petty crimes, I will be happy to provide her that information. If there is any. Other than that, I must protest."

Granted, she had done a lot of surveillance on their local Klingon ambassador. Some of which were outside jurisdiction, but that was different. That was because of a criminal investigation. And the fact that the woman angered her so badly. The Romulan ambassador had done nothing of the sort.

“Lieutenant,” Harrison said sternly, “might I remind you that it is your duty to maintain security aboard this station. It matters not what might threaten that security, it is your responsibility to contain and counter that threat.” His face softened and his tone eased. “That having been said, I am not asking you to spy. No disrespect intended but I am sure Admiral Waldorf has others in her staff who are much more capable of that. I do not want you to place a listening device in her office or anything like that. As you say, it is sovereign Romulan territory and to do so would be to violate that territory; not to add that I would likely lose a capable Security Officer and I am not about to risk that. Just monitor her comings and goings. All I am asking for is information on where she goes and whom she sees so that I can report back to the admiral.”

Tori's eyes flared when the Captain insinuated she was refusing to keep the station secure. "With all due respect, [I]Captain[/I], if, if there is a threat to station security, I will contain it or blast it out the nearest airlock. [I]This[/I] Ambassador is much less a risk than the one you let run around secured areas. I will let you know who she speaks to, but that is all."

“Lieutenant,” Harrison said sternly. “I trust you are not letting prejudice cloud your view. I welcome all races on this station. I also welcome their representatives. Until said representatives do anything untoward they will remain welcome. If you have suspicions – and a good Security Officer should always have suspicions – then follow them up. If that leads to information that my trust has been betrayed then kindly present it to me. But, I repeat, do not let prejudice cloud your view.”

Tori raised her eyebrows at that statement. "Isn't this whole spying thing about racial prejudice? Poiny earred hobgoblins too unlike their logical cousins for us to be comfortable, and prejudice from a war fought over two hundred years ago. They're no different than the Cardassians or Klingons in their politicking."

Harrison drew a deep breath. As he exhaled, his face seemed to compose itself. “When it comes down to it, is the Federation any different?” he asked. “We like to think we are above such things but propagating a virus whose sole purpose was genocide suggests otherwise.”

Tori grunted, "No, the Federation is not any different. So let's call a spade a spade. At least I know [I]why[/I] I am prejudiced against Klingons and make no bones about it. The Romulans? We haven't had open hostilities with them since the Tomed incident and the Treaty of Alegron. We fought beside them in the Dominion War, and they saved our collective behinds. They at least didn't try to kill us all before the Dominion War.'

“Your point is a valid one, Lieutenant,” Harrison conceded. “While the Romulans are not our allies, neither are we at war with them. Therefore, they must be treated with respect and courtesy. Nevertheless, a superior officer has made a request. It is not an order so we are not constricted in how we fulfil that request. Until it becomes one, we can act as we see fit.” He sat back, steepling his fingers and resting his chin on them. He considered the situation for a few moments. “I would like you to watch the Romulans like you would watch any stranger on this base. Believe them innocent of any hostile actions but assume they are capable of such. Do not provoke them in any way. Be polite and helpful and responsive to any reasonable requests of theirs. Above all, keep your wits about you. It might be that Admiral Waldorf has her own set of prejudices and there is nothing to her suspicions. If so, I will be the first to tell her. However, I need firm ground on which to stand if I am to do so. I also do not want to give the Romulans any grounds for complaints which might serve only to fuel those prejudices. On the other hand, her suspicions might be valid. If so, be prepared to act accordingly.”

"Friendly and suspicious, those are two things I excel at," Tori said, cracking a slight smile. "I doubt you will receive any complaints from the Romulan delegate about my security staff. If you do, I will personally take care of it. Is there anything else, sir?"

Friendly was not exactly a term Harrison would have used to describe Svardberg’s style. It was not that she was unfriendly, as such; it was just that she was not.... He found himself unsure just how to put it so he decided not to pursue the thought. “No, thank you, Lieutenant, that will be all.”

Tori nodded, then turned and left the Captain's office. Spying. Yes, this was going to go horribly well.

 

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