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Catching the command officers.

Posted on Tue Dec 15th, 2009 @ 12:21pm by Civilian Haqtaj Matlh & Commander Lorran Vos & Lieutenant Michael Lake & Lieutenant JG T'Arjia D'Ras & Chief Warrant Officer Akina Jrez & Lieutenant Amber Winters

Mission: The Futures Past. Season 1, Episode 4.
Location: SB 611, Promenade

As Beverly moved quickly across the promenade and back towards her office there was a shout. Irritated at the interruption she was about to ignore it when she caught site of the group who were calling to her.

Serge was pushing ahead, eagre as a kid at Christmas, with Jrez and D’ras behind and a young Lt (jg) Winters bringing up the rear. Amber was eager to see what was going to happen.

Serge was panting when he caught up, “Admiral, we weren’t expecting a red carpet, but you might at least have left a light on for us.”

Beverly didn't recognise the officer, but having met so many people over her years in Starfleet it was no surprise. "With how old this place is the lights tend to turn themselves off", she jested once again ignoring the protocol for exchanges between command officers and line officers.

Serge held up a placatory hand, “We are also a little ahead of schedule. The Hermes is an incredibly fast ship and, I admit, I was very keen to see this marvel of Space-Time for myself.”

He signalled behind him to Jrez, “We believe we may have come up with a process for reversing the time corridor, but it is dangerous, and will probably confuse you if I try to explain the details. Are you having a planning meeting some time soon?”

Beverly face took a second to change as she recognised Jrez. It had been almost thirteen years since she had seen the now ageing Trill, but that said, he still looked in good condition and it was always nice to meet with old acquaintances.
"Jrez. I didn't think I would see you again", she smiled and moved forward to embrace the quirky being. "Its so nice to see you!"
Jrez accepted the embrace, holding his former captain closely for nearly a full minute. "Thank you, M'am," he replied with genuine warmth. "I didn't expect to still be in the Service but somehow I never quite got around to leaving. Anyway, where else can I get access to my running programs when I want?" He smiled cheekily. "That offer to join me for a run still stands. Vartog has applied some nice tweaks over the years. I think you'd enjoy some of the more testing courses."

"With my old bones... You'd finish me off", she joked, wondering how she could be so lucky to see so many old friends in the last few days.

T'Arjia stood a little behind Serge and Jrez, her stance as neutral as it had always been. "Admiral. You look well"

Beverly's smile faded to be replaced with a sympathetic sigh. Her old friend, T'Arjia, looked the worst of all her friends. The priosthetic eye that still had a red glow to it was reminding her of a Borg Drone. "T'Arjia, its nice to see you again as well."

Giving a curt nod, T'Arjia managed a small smile. She had learned to do so over the years, not due to any emotional reason, but more to put people around her more at ease. "If only this meeting could have happened under different circumstances"

Amber marveled at the officer's conversing. She didn't have much to say, but listened to what was being said. In due time, she would have her say. All she knew is that she needed to be there.

While reluctant to interupt the reunion, Serge was eager to get started, "Admiral, may I at least be permitted to see the travellers, or their ship, and may I be allowed the use of your long range stellar sensors, once again?"

"That shouldn't be a problem. I will be calling the Commanding Officers to a meeting in the lounge. We have much to discuss. Captain T'Arjia I would like you present. The meeting will be at fifteen hundred".
She nodded at the small group and started to move away.

“A moment, Admiral,” Jrez said. “I need access to your comms systems. I have some important messages to send which relate to the reason why we’re here. I need them to be encrypted but it will be done using algorithms of my own devising, not Starfleet ones.”

"Do I want to know what you're planning, Chief?", she said with a smirk.

“Ma’am, if I get the information I’m after, I’ll be happy to share it at the meeting but.... Quite frankly, if I’m not successful then it’s better if you don’t know what’s going on. Starfleet Command is unlikely to approve of sending our comrades back to their own time – polluting the timeline and all that sort of stuff. Events might change, like Commander Mason might not descend into her hell of depression and alcoholism.” He tried but he could not keep the caustic tone out of his voice. “If this doesn’t come off you can blame it all on a rouge Trill who never really fitted into the Starfleet mould anyway. I’ll get kicked out of the Service and I’ll go back to what I’ve been meaning to do for the past twenty odd years – running cargo around the quadrant. You though – you and everyone else in this room – have your reputations and your careers to consider. Give me access and I’ll do what I have to do. Let’s just leave it at that.”

"Access granted. See the Duty Officer in Ops. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to prep for".
With that she nodded at the collection of old and new freinds and some she had never met before she took her leave.

Jrez turned to Moschnost. “I’ll see you at the meeting. Wish me luck. Hopefully our little surprise will yield some results.”

Serge smiled, "Dismissed, Akina. Amber, you are free to look around the station. I think you spent about as much time on here as I did, so the time you need and I will see you in the meeting."

Amber nodded and thanked Serge.


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