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Post by spacedaisy on Sept 19, 2019 17:16:18 GMT
“Computer list all communications originating from the city of Viviers, New France on 11909.12”
“Communications 11909.12 - Viviers, New France
0238 - Destination - Earth
0410 - Destination - Deep Space 9
0722 - Destination - Andoria
0855 - Destination - Earth
0901 - Destination - Earth
0913 - Destination - Corrupted data, file incomplete
0941 - Destination - Odyssey Station”
“Computer, stop retrieval. Display available data from the communication at 0913.”
“Data corrupted, message incomplete.”
“Reconstruct the available data and display what we can retrieve.”
“[corrupt_data] … died at SFI headquarters today … [corrupt data] … if she gave them any information on the … [corrupt data] … Moritori was arrested, but he’s loyal. I don’t think … [corrupt_data] … Chiron. I won’t contact again until we know it’s safe. Requesting radio … [corrupt_data]”
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Post by spacedaisy on Nov 7, 2019 23:08:23 GMT
Location: Starfleet Headquarters, Earth
Admiral Coscraigh sat behind her desk, intently reading the most recent report on the Bok’Nor Pact. The door chimed, and she sighed heavily. It seemed every time she was starting to get caught up, there was another chime at the door and it was never good news.
“Enter.”
Admiral Walker entered, carrying a padd in hand and settled into the seat across from her before she could even process who it was entering her office. He slid the padd across her desk toward her. She picked it up and skimmed the contents. Setting it down, she lifted her eyes to his.
“I warned you they weren’t the right crew for the job,” he commented.
“Then why did you green light my proposal?”
“I wanted to be wrong about her, and we didn’t have a lot of options.” He picked the padd back up and scrolled the report thoughtfully as he said this. There was no smugness in his eyes, only resignation to the facts.
“I suppose now we know that Sumner is always going to be the kind of Captain to throw a spanner in the works,” Coscraigh replied.
Walker nodded without response, his mind on the Sumner siblings.
“At least we have an informant now though, the mission wasn’t a total scrub,” she suggested hopefully, watching his face carefully for some indication this wasn’t going to bite her in the backside.
He nodded again and looked at her, “True. Seems they pulled it out of their ass again.”
Coscraigh’s eyes widened a bit at the rather crass and blunt way of putting it. He set the padd down and finally gave her his full attention, putting aside his personal feelings and connections, “What do you recommend we do here?”
“Well…” she pondered the question for a moment, “This was not an easy outcome for anyone involved. They had a True Federation operative on board their crew, which resulted in the deaths of six people, plus Elise Gaudin and now her brother is in critical condition as well. Even though they gained an informant in Bechard, I can’t imagine that crew morale is very high at the moment.”
“My thoughts exactly, how do we give them a fresh assignment in good conscience without knowing if they are prepared to carry out orders?” His fingers rapped a frustrated rhythm on the arm of his chair as he thought it over.
“We could assign them some psych evals.”
Walker nodded again, then rubbed his forehead in an attempt to ward off the impending migraine, “Let’s do it. Bring them in, run the evals. I want to be sure that crew is ready before we send them out again.” He stood up and headed for the door, stopping just short of the sensor which would cause it to open. He turned around, an expression of frustration and disappointment evident on his face, “This is the last time. Our fleets are stretched thin across space as it is and between the True Federation and now the Bok’Nor Pact, we don’t have time to coddle them anymore.”
“Yes sir.”
As the doors swished shut behind him his shoulders sagged. He knew she was being true to herself; he knew she had what it takes to be a good Captain, but he wondered how she was, really? The shape of the universe had changed so much in the last few years and somehow Sara Sumner found herself constantly tossed about in the currents of those changes. Was she in any shape to continue? He hoped so, because they needed her and her crew now as much as ever. He just wished they weren’t so damned unpredictable.
“I need a drink,” he muttered to himself as he stalked away.
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