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Manic Monday

Posted on Tue Dec 22nd, 2015 @ 7:22am by Commodore Lax Rendo're XVIII

Mission: Trouble on the frontier
Location: Grid 42 Alpha Bandalore Sector

Classical music played over the speakers of the meeting room. Ten of his closest advisers sat at the table before him. They had all been gathered back to the meeting for an announcement that none of them were sure what it would be. More raids? More Propaganda? Lax sat, listing to the music:

Few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

The Commodore turned the music down so that the beat was just barely audible in the background.

"Ladies, Gentleman, Slugs, and others, thank you all for taking time from your busy schedule to be here today to talk about our next moves." Lax, who was sat across his chair beamed at the gathered. "Mr. Standish! Give them the report"

Lax's pig faced adviser stood and moved to a holo board on the side of the room. He was now wearing a uniform that resembled a British Army officers dress from Earth's Nineteenth Century. Lax had him where it because he said it looked "Official" as a Modern Major General.

"Our campaign has four parts, as you are all well aware our main propaganda front has done exceptionally well. Scaring the inhabitants of the region against the Federation and lowered the perception of some of their high ranking officials. Fortunately, the cost has been offset by advertising deals made during shows that have been produced. We have chosen to step up our campaign against the members of both the Federation and the support that they have received and scale back on direct market penetration efforts. Our efforts will be very word of mouth and Viral on the home front."

A Caradassian raised his hand, slowly at first, almost afraid to be called on.

"Captain Dakin, how may I help you?" Lax offered the floor.

"Commodore, the propaganda has worked extremely well in bolstering recruiting efforts in my fleet, allow me to assist in this endeavor." He let out a rare smile as he waited. The last time Dakin had smiled was when he watched his brother die slowly, from the poison he had slipped into his drink.

"You see.. this.. this is the kind of go getter that we need!" Lax clapped, "You aint no Hollaback Girl!"

"Umm, thank you sir." The captain put his hand down as Standish moved on to the next slide.

"Point two, we have started to infiltrate the refugees from Gaspar. Some of our operatives have volunteered to assume the role of fleeing refugees, and have already secured passage to Deep Space Twelve. We intentionally picked native Gasparans with no record to as to not set off red flags from Starfleet. They will be in a position to cause panic behind the lines. We've also taken the opportunity to booby trap some of the rescue operations, hopefully cause collateral damage among the rescue teams."

"How will we supply them?" A human raised his hand. "I mean, we can't expect them to use pieces of bulk head and conduit."

"We have already worked out the details. Weapons, supplies, armor, and explosives are already in place on Deep Space Twelve. We were looking for an opportunity to deploy assets and Gaspar provided a very beneficial opportunity."

The assembled nodded, as Standish struggled to get the third slide of the presentation up. The slide moved finally to fleet strength projections, all while the song quietly continued to play in the background. Standish had broken down fleet strength. Half of the ships in the fleet fell below what he considered cruiser strength, suitable for wolfpack tactics in taking down larger federation assets. The remainder boiled down to Frigates, a Few heavy Cruisers, Destroyers, Corvettes,; all in various stages of repair and two "Battlecruiser". The following slides displayed allocations of funds to each of the ten commanders for their fleets, bounties, repairs, dividends and splits of spoils.

"All of you have done great work, keep up the good work, and together, we can all be wealthy, wealthy individuals." Lax stood and opened his arms as the group applauded.

"Commodore, if I may, there was the one other matter that needed cleared up." Standish moved the slide.

"Ohh yes, Ladies and Gentleflops, allow me to turn this part up here, these masters of ancient Earth Music were amazing"

I heard that you were talking shit
And you didn't think that I would hear it
People hear you talking like that, getting everybody fired up
So I'm ready to attack, gonna lead the pack
Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out
That's right, put your pom-poms down, getting everybody fired up

Few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

So that's right dude, meet me at the bleachers
No principals, no student-teachers
Both of us wanna be the winner, but there can only be one
So I'm gonna fight, gonna give it my all
Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to ya
That's right, I'm the last one standing, and another one bites the dust

Few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Lax closed his eyes as the hard hitting bass music pulsed through the room, and then her turned the music down.

There is a traitor in our midst, a being whom, thought that they could report back to the Federation reports about what we have done, what our plans for the future are. That is wholly unacceptable, and I would hope that by now, you all know that I'm serious when I say that we are a family. A caring, loving family."

Lax pushed away from the table. He stood and slowly paced the room. He moved from seat back to seat back. "I have been nothing but a doting father figure to all of you, and this" he paused as he looked around the room, "is how you repay me? By allowing the Federation know what we are up to? Putting your family at risk?"

Lax removed the machete from his belt, nicked, marred, and rusted from years of use. He stopped at the Ferrengi at the table named Tomak. "Tomak, thank you for letting me know who the person was." Lax smiled as he quickly brought the machete down in head of the man sitting next to Tomak, a human named Jonald, blood sprayed up as the man let out a scream. Lax followed the first hit with two more in quick succession which splayed more of the warm liquid onto the table and the others surrounding it. The Klingon sitting across from the scene laughed.

Jonald fell over screaming in terror as one final blow connected to the back of the head. Spraying blood once more up the Commodores face.

"Jonald's ships will be redeployed equally to the rest of the fleet. As for Jonald, he will be made an example of what happens when the Federation is done with you. He will be decorated with full honors of our society, broadcast, and then shipped to those at Deep space Twelve."

Lax stopped for a moment to look a the body. "We have an opening on the small council if you know anyone interested!" Lax turned and smiled to the group.

"Go now, Standish will wire each of you through the normal channels your orders. Have a great day, and be well everyone." Lax stood above the bleeding corpse, and gave it another hit with the machete as the rest of the Captains filed out. Lax turned up the sound again, a new piece was playing on the classical station:

Well I don't know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain't right,
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs,
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you.


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