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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2017 6:31:15 GMT
USS Zorya NCC 86273 Mission Briefing Stardate 11707.10 From: Captain Jiang Zhihao To: Senior Officers, USS Zorya
XO: Please get an update from the away team.
Away Team (CTO/OPS/CMO): Please update Commander Feyna on your progress.
CSO/ENG: Let's see if we can figure out this mystery with the images and the mechanical squeals. Run it through the database, look for any possible connections. Full analysis. If there's a message in there, I want to know what it is.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2017 8:36:18 GMT
USS Zorya NCC 86273 Mission Briefing Stardate 11707.17 From: Captain Jiang Zhihao To: Senior Officers, USS Zorya
CTO/OPS: Wrap up your away mission and return to the ship please.
All: Some of you seem to be aware of who this Adria is, and the looks on your faces aren't exactly soothing. I want everybody in the conference room in fifteen minutes.
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Post by Nola on Jul 18, 2017 0:45:51 GMT
"My lady?"
Alessia inhaled sharply and tore her eyes from the viewscreen. She'd been watching the star field, and gotten entranced a bit - as her thoughts hastily arranged themselves, she realized this wasn't the first time Degmar had tried to get her attention.
"Yes?" she bade, sitting up a little straighter. Degmar lowered his head, but even in the dim lighting she'd been able to see his somber expression.
"It is confirmed," he announced. "Doctor Lona is dead, as are his immediate associates."
"You're allowed to look at me, Degmar," she informed, an amused smirk tugging at her lips. Degmar looked up and smiled, chuckling briefly at himself.
"Forg-" he started, but stopped himself. "Of course, Alessia."
"What is the status of the Basque?" she prompted, glad to see the formality slip away.
Degmar was a Riani, and relatively new to the Order. His people had a strictly segregated society, divided along gender lines. It would take some time to overcome his submissive habits, but he was making progress.
"Still in orbit of Tandar," he said, offering a small smile. "They will remain there for at least two days as the planet continues to secure itself. It's unclear how many other cells remain active on the surface; Lona never gave us a number."
Alessia nodded, loosing a small sigh at the news of the Basque.
"Record Lona's name in the book," she instructed. "Be sure to note that he successfully served his purpose."
Degmar bowed his head and moved off to do so. Alessia took another look at the viewscreen before rising from her chair and making for her chambers. The doors slid shut behind her and she activated the large holo display that dominated the middle of the room.
"Prepare a message," she instructed. The ship's computer chirped.
"Destination?" called the ship's smooth, androgynous voice.
"Betazed, via the Denobulan array," she answered. "Encryption level 3." The display switched to a star map, which smoothly homed in on Betazed.
"Acknowledged. Ready to record."
"Malcolm. Rosemary is in position. You may proceed," she recited. "Encrypt and send."
"Encryption complete," said the ship. "Message sent."
"Read me the list of active operations, starting with the most recent," she instructed, moving to sit behind her desk.
"Qu'vat: civil unrest. Boreth: sabotage. Loval: prospecting."
Alessia only half-listened as she sat, taking a moment to rest her eyes. These moments were rare, though that was by design. Now that things were underway, she hadn't wanted to slow down. She didn't want to think too much about what they were doing, lest she get overwhelmed; it was better to simply push forward.
It was taking its toll, though. The time would come when she needed to stop and take stock of the work, if only so she could properly direct the Order's efforts. Doubt would inevitably creep in, as it did now. She would wonder whether she truly had this in her, as she did now.
Adria's words would drip into her mind like honey, soothing the ripples of anxiety and doubt, as they did now.
"Trill: sabotage. Kobliad: civil unrest. Axan-"
"That's enough," Alessia called, briefly rubbing her face in her hands as she returned to the task at hand. She opened one of her drawers, reaching for a PADD, only to hesitate and reach for something else instead: a gleaming silver comb, which she reverently removed and held in her hands.
She allowed herself a moment to remember Adria, to remember the warmth and security she'd felt as the Orion would lovingly comb her hair. The tears were sudden, but not unexpected. She allowed herself this moment of vulnerability, as Adria had taught her. She pressed the comb to her lips for a moment before returning the token, retrieving her PADD, and getting back to work.
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