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Post by aoibheni on Dec 3, 2018 21:15:55 GMT
"a ship can only fly as well as it’s the best pilot"
...and Bleet sure as hell ain't the best pilot. Lovely log, Chris. Very nice description of Cordan's mental state.
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Post by Chris H on Dec 19, 2018 14:05:44 GMT
Begin Lieutenant JG Senior Officer Report for Previous Zorya Mission Entry:
Stardate: 11812.18 (Added to log entries for Starfleet Officials to see on Stardate: 11812.19)
Name: Demetrius Cordan
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Current Ship Serving Aboard: USS Zorya NCC-86273
Position: OPS Officer
Report Begins:
The Zorya was originally doing a diplomatic conference meeting between two species, lets just say that they were interesting and very angry and feisty, it is a surprise anyone could stand them, the two species broke out into a fight and during all this. Our science team went to investigate a science lab that was drawing power even though it wasn't being used, they found this green, goo like substance that seemed to partially feed of energy. The science team ended up being infected and we beamed them to Sickbay where they put into a quarantine room. They tried to escape multiple times but to no avail, the two species that we were holding a conference for, decided they wanted to fight each other, we restrained them by forcefields but eventually ships from their species turned up demanding their return or they would open fire. They never gave us a chance to respond until they fired upon us. Causing a bit a damage which resulted in the hospitalisation of our helmsman, Ensign Jeremiah Perez-Rome, he is now in recovery. The damage also resulted in the accidental release of the science. We have managed to recapture them but with a slight accident. They are somehow merged together, myself, the medical team and the engineering team will be working together to try and separate them.
Lieutenant Junior Grade Demetrius Cordan signing off.
End of Report.
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Post by Einar on Dec 19, 2018 15:00:03 GMT
Good log!
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Post by aoibheni on Dec 19, 2018 16:23:16 GMT
Great mission summary, Chris. Nicely done!
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Post by Chris H on Feb 4, 2019 19:41:47 GMT
Personal Log
Stardate: 11902.04
"Begin recording." The light blinks to inform that the recording is now taking place, "Lieutenant Cordan, Personal Log. Stardate 11.... oh what the hell, it will be in the official details anyways. Jeremiah is well again, he has been released from sickbay but the Doc thinks he is currently needing a bit of rest so he has been moved to the beta shift, much to my dismay, of course, I am excited to see who we get for the navigations officer permanently on the alpha shift. Oh, by the way, don't tell Jeremiah that I have hidden a few things from him, practical joke to make his relaxation time a bit more fun. It would be good if I partially remembered where I put some things. Anyways, Jekyll and Hyde are still attached and it is going to be fun for our medical and engineering teams to find a way to unstick them, I don't envy them at all." Cordan gets up and walks to a cupboard and pulls out a bottle of Bloodwine, D'k tahg and a cup, he then walks back to the computer and sits down. "I think from what we have all been through, some of us deserve a drink," He says as he chops the tops off the Bloodwine bottle and pours it into his cup and a big long sip of it, "chon!" TRANSLATION: Excellent! he shouts after finishing his sip, "Here is to everyone who serves and dies across the universe for whoever you are no matter who you are, you deserve the honour." He says raising his glass and toasting to the fallen. "Computer, end recording"
End of Log
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Post by Chris H on May 13, 2019 19:36:51 GMT
Transmission from Trill Homeworld to USS Zorya NCC-86273
The following is a records update for the Cordan symbiote.
This is being added to official Starfleet, Trill Symbiotic Society and Federation records. A copy has been sent to USS Zorya Command Staff.
Host records:
Host 1 Name: Cedor Gender: Male Marital Status: N/A Children: N/A Occupation: Shopkeeper
Host 2 Name: Yoseh Gender: Female Marital Status: Married Children: 3 Occupation: Housewife
Host 3 Name: Niale Gender: Female Marital Status: Married Children: 1 Occupation: Freighter Captain
Host 4 Name: Diabeel Gender: Female Marital Status: N/A Children: N/A Occupation: Waitress Notes: Daughter to 3rd host
Host 5 Name: Ralleen Gender: Female Marital Status: Single Children: N/A Occupation: Starfleet Medical Transport Pilot
Host 6 Name: Doctor Vihjed Gender: Male Marital Status: Married Children: 2 Occupation: Starfleet Surgeon
Host 7 Name: Huzi Gender: Male Marital Status: Single Children: N/A Occupation: Starfleet Head of Security - USS Intervention NCC-56821
Host 8 Name: Sausol Gender: Female Marital Status: Married Children: 6 (4 Adopted) Occupation: Freighter Captain
Host 9 Name: Rebecca Gender: Female Marital Status: Married Children: 3 Occupation: Starfleet Rear Admiral
Host 10 Name: Kaadel Gender: Male Marital Status: Married Children: 2 Occupation: Academy Instructor - Professor Previous Occupation: Starfleet Fleet Admiral
Current Host (11) Name: Demetrius Cordan Gender: Male Marital Status: N/A Children: N/A Occupation: Operations Officer - USS Zorya - Lieutenant Junior Grade
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Post by Chris H on Jun 25, 2019 10:09:13 GMT
Stardate: 11906.25
Her Majesty's Ship
Cordan walks onto the Holodeck in full Royal Navy getup with hat and all, "Computer begin holodeck program. Cordan-294-Trout." The computer bleeps and loads the landscape around him, in-front of him are the gates to the dock yard and he walks through them and towards the docks. "Ah, don't you love that sea air?" He says to himself as he walks towards the ships docked in their bays as a whistle can be heard and everyone starts running away from the dock yard. "You there. Whats happening? Don't tell me they are back?" The seaman stops and and looks at Cordan, "Yes Admiral Cordan, Troutbridge is back." As soon as the seaman says that he and the seaman run for cover as they can hear Sub Lieutenant Philips barking orders to dock yet they obviously are wrong as he keeps directing the ship bow to the dock.
10 seconds pass by seem like an eternity as the frigate goes at full speed towards the dock............ BANG can be heard as pieces of stone, wood and metal go flying everywhere and people can be heard shouting, 'take cover', 'everybody down'. Cordan come out from behind the wall his is taking cover behind and shouts at the top of his voice, "POVEY!!" A very worried looking Captain Povey appears from round a corner, "Yes Admiral?" He says in a very nervous sounding voice, "Do you care to explain why Troutbridge, who I sent on a mission that was to last 2 weeks are back after only being out at sea for 2 DAYS!" Povey's face turns completely white as he mumbles his words as he is trying to think of a reason. "Very well Captain. Let's go meet them." They walk over and Povey keeps trying to apologize to Cordan but to no avail. Cordan reaches the site of Troutbridge's docking. "Number one!" Sub Lieutenant Philips, Chief Petty Officer Pertwee and Lieutenant Commander Murray peer over the side of the hull. "Yes Admiral?" As he says that Cordan has a few seamen put the gangplank onto the ship and the three officers walk down to meet Cordan and Povey. "Do you want to explain why you are back early after only being at sea for 2 DAYS and you are not on your way to Belgium." Cordan says turning ever redder. "Well sir, we ummm.... forgot to..." Murray says, "SPIT IT OUT!" Cordan shouts in reply.
On the next episode of, "Her Majesty's Ship" Does Admiral Cordan throw them in the brig or do the crew of Troutbridge manage to get themselves out of this one?
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Post by aoibheni on Jun 27, 2019 10:17:47 GMT
Interesting insight into Cordan's off hours, Chris. Well done. I'd love to see what he feels about the current mission too, sometime.
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Post by Chris H on Jan 21, 2020 11:18:46 GMT
Personal Message from Demetrius Cordan USS Zorya to CO USS Merlin
Message for Molly Archer
Ship: USS Merlin NCC-21785
Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
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The visual flickers on screen and Cordan appears on the screen. “Hey, pumpkin.” A smiley Cordan can be seen on the other side. “I know I said I would write more but I kept forgetting. I do apologise for this.” His face goes a bit neutral, “I am sorry to hear about your brother, I wanted to attend his funeral but you know the rules I can’t do much with my previous family, this and occasionally meeting is about as far as the rules of the Trill society allow me to do.” He wipes a tear from his cheek, “I must say though congratulations on your promotion to Captain. I now your mother would have been proud.”
“We are currently on the border of Talarian space and we are preparing to enter a ship we have found. I don’t know what we will find in there but I will be comfortable knowing you are on your assignments elsewhere.” He smiles, “If you need anything don’t forget to call me or reply to this.”
“Remember I am Lieutenant JG Demetrius Cordan no longer Professor Kaadel Cordan. I got the message about your brothers death from that name as it all forwards to me now.” Another tear starts to form, “I miss you Daughter.”
Signed off and sent on Stardate: 11912.15
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Post by Chris H on Mar 2, 2020 20:07:59 GMT
"The Shuttle Problem"
Stardate: 12003.02
To: Lt.Jg D. Cordan, Operations Officer, USS Zorya
CC: Cmdr T. Marsland, Lt.Cmdr S. Douglas
From: Cmdr. X. Hallows, Chief Quartermaster, Starfleet Resources and Requisitions Department
Lt. Cordan,
It has come to my attention that the Zorya has recently made an unusually large requisition for a number of support shuttlecraft. Due to the size of this requisition order a standard investigation was conducted to examine the nature of the request. As I am sure you are aware this is normally a formality and a tool to aid the R&R department to better understand the needs and requirements of ships and facilities in the fleet, however in this specific case I have felt compelled to issue a statement in regards to this request.
First of all let me point out that I am not unsympathetic to the measures taken by a starship's command staff during emergency situations. Actions must be taken to ensure the safety of the ship's crew and other lives that may be at risk. That being said, I must point out that Starfleet issued shuttlecraft are only to be used in a limited tactical capacity. Their chief function is to facilitate personnel and cargo transport when needs arise. Utilising shuttlecraft in a manner in which one report describes as "an unregulated docking sequence" or "Warp enabled battering ram" is to be strongly discouraged. These are state-of-the-art support ships and should be treated as such. The resources to build even basic support craft are a hundred times more than our standard issue torpedoes. Their life-support, navigation and computer systems are incredible technical achievements that took centuries to master and then decades more to miniaturize for your convenience.
We are currently in a conflict that has seriously curtailed federation resources and we as a department cannot blithely fulfill every single wish and whim and Federation vessel may have. We have however mustered a partial fulfillment of Zorya's requisition order which you will receive further instructions regarding shortly. In the meantime I need to make you aware that any further requisitions of a questionable nature may see your vessel blacklisted in our records. The result of which will require the signed authorisation by two senior flag officers to facilitate the order.
Please do not make me take this matter further.
Regards
Commander Xander Hallows.
P.S. Please inform your tactical personnel that we expect less euphemistic language used in future reports.
Cordan walks over to his desk with a cup of Raktajino and presses the button to hail Starfleet Command on his computer and a young female Lieutenant appears on the screen, "Hello Starfleet Command, Lieutenant Amanda Hope, Office of Admiral Reyf. How can I help?" Cordan smiles and politely says, "Hello, this is Cordan. Is Gaius in?" The young girl on the video screen smiles at Cordan. "Hello Cordan, he is ready and waiting, I will activate his holographic projector for you." Cordan smiles as the screen returns back to the standard Starfleet logo while the hologram fires up. “What the hell have you got for me this time you old idiot?” A voice says as his body and desk materialise in front of Cordan’s desk in his quarters, “What makes you think I want something? I might just be calling to have a chat.” The bald Admiral who had been best friends with Cordan for many years, up until he passed. “Cordan, you in all the years that I have known you have never scheduled a talk if you wanted to just catch up, you always dropped in unannounced. So, what is my favourite Trill up to these days?” Cordan smiles at Reyf, “Well Gaius, I got this from the Chief Quartermaster and from what I can tell my requisition order is only going to be partly completed and I really do need at least half of my requisition order. I need at the minimum, 2 Type-6, 1 Type-9, 4 Type-15 and at least 1 Danube-Class as the CTO decided to use them as cannon fodder.” He says forwarding his complete request and the response from the R&R department. Gaius’ face just turns to an expression that can only be described as ‘I KNEW IT!’ “I suppose I can authorize your request but if there is any backlash from this, I am directing straight towards you.” He says with a wide smile stifling a laugh.
Cordan smiles at his best friend, “Reminds me of the time we had to sneak some portable replicators and holographic generators out of the R&R department so we could have that party. Admiral Lane was not happy. I mean, we did invite him.” A smile that looks as if it is will split apart Gaius’ bald head appears, “I can’t believe we didn’t get demoted for that, two Admiral’s sneaking things out of R&R and then not being demoted is quite an achievement.” There was a short pause as both drink from their cups, “We should do this more often, either you come over here or I am coming over there and we can have a real talk and a real party.” Cordan’s face goes from surprise and shock to mischievously planning and also, how to sneak an Admiral on board the ship without everyone noticing. “We should, I will contact you at a later time. I have a bit of work to do and I bet you have loads to do. Till the next time.” He says holding up his cup and nods as does Reyf. “Oh, you will meet with the USS Meekon in one weeks time on your current flight path I will divert them from their current flight plan to cross a starbase and pick the shuttles up and then meet you. Reyf out.” And the comm cuts out and Cordan sips his Raktajino while continuing with his work and logs the new flight data into the computer from his communication.
End of Log
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Post by Chris H on Jul 13, 2020 12:57:47 GMT
Processing Time Paul as Volkova
Stardate: 12007.13
Cordan and Volkova had been sitting on the dirt floor of their cell for a good ten minutes. There were streams of sunlight streaking through the cell door and a few holes in the walls and ceiling let a cold breeze followed the light. It all seemed very temporary which could be comforting or terrifying and it was hard to tell which. After a short time the ropes that were tying their hands suddenly gave off a quiet ripple of electricity and slacked on their own and slipped to the floor. Far from being ordinary rope they seemed to have been some form of technological restraint. Volkova rubbed her wrists and turned hopped to her feet, pacing the room and observing every corner like a caged animal. She seemed pissed.
Cordan rubbed his wrists but remained seated, "That's better." He said, giving his hands a shake, "So, never thought I would end up in one of these again." He tested his legs by getting up to lean against the nearest wall.
"It's not exactly Utopian living," Volkova returned, with a slight shiver to her voice as the cold cut through the cell. "I'm hoping they don't keep us in here long. I get the feeling that it'll drop below freezing in the night."
"Oh, most definitely. This is most likely designed to soften us up so we offer little resistance when they come to put us to work, whatever that work is." He watches Volkova pace in circles making him feel nauseated, "If your idea is to firstly make me dizzy then well-done secondly if your other idea is to wear a hole in the floor keep going." He laughs a tiny bit, "You will just tire yourself out, anyways I wanna know what your tactical mind saw and evaluated when we were dragged down here." He says trying to take her mind off the current situation.
"At least five guards that I saw, all Gorn and all quite well armed. Where we were beamed in seemed to have some sort of perimeter fence. Hard to tell if there was any kind of forcefield though. I can't see anyone out there now so they're either over confident or figure that if we do escape we'll have nowhere to go which probably means we're somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Heard some sounds of digging and machinery under our feet when we were being dragged here so that means this id probably some sort of mining operation… And the fact that our blue friend told us his family would be in danger if he helped us probably means they're somewhere here… Hopefully." She finally stopped and leaned against the opposite wall to face Cordan. "I'd like to give a Tactical analysis of our chances but I'm afraid my Russian cynicism is kicking in right about now."
He smiles, "With you on my side. I think our chances are pretty good. Definitely a mining operation here with construction going on. Probably not the middle of nowhere as it was a short range transporter so we only travelled somewhere on this planet, probably in the interference zone we picked up on the Zorya before I beamed down. Though the chances that the Zorya isn't in trouble are slim if the Gorn have managed to set this up." He stretches before trying to see if he can see anything through one of the holes, "They are also most certainly confident about us being here either because it is impossible to escape or our curiosity might get the better of us and we decide to get to the bottom of this." He says having flashbacks to being a freighter Captain and an Admiral and maybe one or two holodeck programs.
"Damnit," she said, "How the hell did this happen? We knew this looked bad going in. We knew the Gorn weren't to be trusted… How did we let this happen?" She sank back down to the ground and buried her head into her hands, her unravelling hair drifting over her face. Cordan thought she was crying for a moment until all he heard was cold rage in her voice. "It was stupid for me to come down here. Douglas had to. He's senior staff, but me? I should be at my post. I should have been at my FUCKING post!"
Cordan quietly sat down next to Volkova. "Don't worry yourself over that, I mean if you weren't I would be down here all on my own without you," He said, trying his best to comfort her, "I have been a chief of security on a starship, a Starfleet Admiral twice and never in my life have I ever seen a security officer so talented, skilled and loyal as you. I also believe that the universe has a way of placing you in the right place at the right time at the exact moment you’re supposed to be there."
She allowed herself an extended moment of self pity before lifting her head and looking Cordan in the eye. "...Including Douglas?..." she asked deadpan.
“Yes but don’t ever tell him I said that. He is a really good Chief Tactical and Chief of Security but you are an even better security officer.” He says laughing.
At the moment they heard slow and heavy footsteps make their way towards them. They turned and jumped to their feet staring at the cell door defensively as a huge Gorn, at least seven feet tall and bulky with muscle came into view. At his side was a slavers energy whip and with a pair of devices clutched in his hand. Volkova thought of any number of ways they could try to make a break for it as the doors slid open but their jailer was broad enough that he blocked any attempt to get by.
Cordan looks at the Gorn and put a hand on Volkova’s arm and whispers, “Don’t.” He says trying to warn her not to do anything drastic that will get her in trouble, “Firstly, we don’t want any trouble but we would like to know why we are here.”
"You are now the property of the Gorn Hegemony. You will operate as we see fit for as long as we deem necessary. Your government will be notified of your servitude. Please step forward for processing." He ran through the words as though they were practiced and repeated many times over. He waited for one of them to move first with what looked to be some kind of PADD or computer device outstretched in his hand. "Place your hands on the scanner," he said after a moment.
Cordan nodded. He knew the drill all too well. “Very well but let my friend leave. Send her back. She has done nothing wrong and has a life she needs to live. I have lived a long time so take me instead,” he said hopefully, trying to spare Volkova from any harm and trying his best to persuade the Gorn despite knowing how hopeless the situation is.
"Not my decision. She will work." The Gorn said, still holding out the PADD.
Volkova pushed in front of Cordan and threw him a look as she planted her palm on the scanner. "Someone has to still watch your back, old man," she said sardonically.
Just as she said it she yelped with pain as the Gorn reached for her neck and roughly placed a device at the base of her skull. She leapt back and her hand went to grab for the device but received a shock as soon as she touched it. Cordan moved forward to help her but she stopped him with an outstretched palm. "It's fine," she said, breathing heavily, "Just took me off guard."
He gives her a look, “As long as you're sure, and we shall see if you have earned the right to call me old man by the end of this young one. You are almost there but I need to see how well you hold your drink first before I give you the right.” He says chuckling as he puts his hand on the PADD and he stares the Gorn dead in the eyes. “Let’s get this over with shall we?”
The Gorn made the same swift movement and placed the device on the back of Cordan's neck. He felt a blinding pain in his head as whatever it was sank into his nerve endings.
Cordan shook his head, resisting the urge to grab his neck. “Well, I thought getting stabbed in the leg would be the worst pain I would feel in a while. I was wrong.”
"You will be fed," the Gorn said, stepping aside and pointing them down a cut passageway in the rock to the left of their cell.
Cordan leads the two of them out of the cell. “Let’s see what they have in store for us.”
"Hmmm. Nothing good I imagine." Volkova replied, ignoring the Gorn as she followed Cordan.
Their guard stayed close behind them as they made their way through the passageway, walking a good forty metres deeper underground until reaching a larger room hollowed out in the rock. It was arranged as a dining room with a dozen large, tables and benches with a row of replicators along the wall. There was the Gorn numeral for One printed on the opposite wall. A good number of fellow prisoners were gathered in the make-shift dining hall, eating and chatting. They seemed well cared for, if somewhat tired and defeated and their plates were filled with a variety of dishes from Rigellian Curry to American Style pancakes with maple syrup. The number of races gathered were as varied as their food choices and all appeared to be from the races found on the Cestus colony. Humans, Vulcans, Bolian's, Rigellians, Saurians, Trill and a number of others, but they all had the same implants that were now fitted to Cordan and Volkova. A few looked up and glanced over at the two officers but looked down again before catching the eye of their guard.
Volkova looked behind her to the guard and he pointed at the replicators. She once again walked in front of Cordan and approached the device. They looked like standard Starfleet issue. Probably taken from some warehouse in Pike City or another. The Gorn clearly wanted to make sure they and their workforce were looked after.
"Uhm… Reindeer Stroganoff on Linguini," she ordered with a shrug. A moment later her food appeared with a generous portion and steaming hot. "At least we won't go hungry," she said to Cordan as she grabbed her plate from the food slot, along with a fork from a nearby dispenser.
“Indeed.” Cordan walks up to the replicator and follows Volkova by ordering a Hasparat. “For a labour camp, the prisoners are surprisingly well looked after," he said, looking around the room and leading Volkova towards the table. “I suppose this beats looking after diplomats and dignitaries all day."
"Not funny, Cordan," she said as they sit down.
She looks around the room at the other prisoners, all of whom focus on their own meals with a low hum of conversation between themselves. Others who arrive with their meals are careful not to sit near them, leaving the pair of them alone at their table.
“I know. I’m just trying to lighten the mood.” he says as he too looks around, “Looks like we are being singled out of the current population.”
"They're afraid of us," Volkova whispered, turning back to her meal.
“They have a right to be. They know who we are and what we stand for. They don’t want to be known for hanging around with us because if they do and we do something they can be held as an accomplice,” he whispered back, before taking a bite out of his Hasperat.
"It's something else… Like we're in the way…" she said, "Either way, I doubt we'll be on our own for long. Unless they have something special in mind for the Captain and the others I think they'll be here to join us pretty soon."
“Indeed. But they may welll have something special in mind for them. I mean a Commodore, and the senior staff of a starship are quite impressive bargaining chips. I mean no offence to you and I but you are just a security officer and I am just a chief of operations whereas the rest are all full command staff,” Cordan says after swallowing his bite of Hasperat.
"Maybe…" Volkova added thoughtfully. She swallowed a last bite from her plate and got up, taking the waste back to the replicator for recycling. "Come on," she said to Cordan, "If the others are brought here I want more information to give them than just the dinner arrangements."
She marched up to their Gorn overseer with Cordan catching up quickly as he fumbled his own plate into the replicator and followed her.
"We're ready. Put us to work," she demanded.
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Post by Chris H on Nov 30, 2020 8:19:45 GMT
Joint Log Stardate: 12011.29 Tom as Tom Marsland Cordan walks into the lounge and sees Marsland sat at one of the tables and walks over. “May I, Captain?” He says, indicating to the empty seat at his table. Marsland looks up, an array of papers (papers, not PADDs) sitting on the table in front of him. He looks cleaner now, a fresh shower and clean, fit uniform, his three pips shining on his command red undershirt. Organizing the papers into somewhat of a pile next to him, he nods, “Of course, Lieutenant. Please have a seat. What’s on your mind?” Cordan sits down and straightens his uniform, “Nothing much sir. I do have to say I haven’t seen papers in a long time. Interesting choice to do paperwork may I say.” He says admiring the Captain’s choice. “It’s the only proper way to write heart-felt letters, in my opinion,” Marsland straightened the stack a little neater. “I am writing letters of condolence to each of the families who lost someone on the Zorya. Two hundred, seventy-eight souls, Lieutenant.” He set his pen down and took a drink of the bourbon he had in front of him, leaning back against the padded chair. “But you didn’t come to discuss my choices for writing, Lieutenant. What’s on your mind?” Cordan lets out a small laugh as he has been in this place before. “I don’t envy you Captain, I have done this many times and hated it everytime and it doesn’t get any easier. It was both I realised we haven’t really had a sit down to talk before and to see if you were alright sir.” Tom smiled wanly. “I’m alright, and I appreciate your concern. Well… I’m as alright as I can be… I guess. I just keep pushing through, day after day. We need.. I feel like we’re scattered, Cordan. Like we’re not all coalesced around a stronger mission. I feel like we need something to focus us again, a greater cause.. I don’t know. I was just talking to Commander Douglas earlier, and I think the consequences of his actions are going to drive a wedge among some of us. I don’t know.. What do you think?” Cordan thought for a moment, “I can definitely say sir that it isn’t going to be a walk in the park, I don’t know about a wedge but I can definitely say that Commander Douglas is going to face the fire, speaking as someone who was an Admiral, the red tape and that Douglas will now be facing will be tough but I’m sure he will get through it. I think we all are a bit shocked at what has transpired during all this.” He takes a small break, “I think if we can all get through this we can possibly all support him and from a personal point of view I understand why he did it, from a professional point of view, I have to look down on it. It is differentiating between that which makes not just a good Starfleet officer but a good friend or commanding officer.” He signals for one of the bartenders, “A bottle of Tennessee whiskey please and a glass, thank you.” Tom appears deep in thought for a period of time. Finally, he speaks. “Agreed. I can understand the human instinct for revenge, for defending your family, your friends. As his Commanding Officer, though, he must still be held accountable. Anyways… how have you fared through all of this?” Cordan smiles, “Not bad sir, I have half enjoyed this. Quite exhilarating.” He says pouring himself some of his whiskey, “I suppose it will take us, not only myself, to process all of this but luckily I have a few past hosts to talk to about this and reassure me when things are dark.” He says hoping the Captain understands what he means. “Exhilirating is definitely one way to put it. Sometimes I wish I’d signed on to Captain a science vessel there, Cordan. I appreciate your company. I just wish the Zorya had fared better… and her crew.” Tom took another drink of his bourbon and visibly relaxed some. “We belong on our own ship, Cordan. Out there.. “ he gestured at the stars. “The sooner we can deal with Douglas, get Zorya fixed, and get back out, the better.” Cordan drinks some of his whiskey, “I agree sir and if you were posted to a science vessel, it wouldn’t be much fun now would it? Sadly she isn’t in good shape and the refit will take a while sir.” He says looking out of the window, “Have you been given information on the refit?” Tom shook his head. “Not much yet, no. Obviously get her the best and the latest technology that they can.” Tom looked over at Cordan. “You have some ideas, I presume?” “Just a few, maybe a coffee dispenser on every corridor, maybe a few reflective panels on the hull, stick a second saucer ontop?” He says trying to lighten the situation. Marsland chuckled slightly. “I wouldn’t complain about the coffee dispensers, of course, but that’s what replicators are for.” Tom took another drink, the brown liquid pouring into his mouth, glass left empty. “I would like to see us improve at managing our fighter wings. They have operated pretty autonomously. I think in our latest encounter they could’ve been put to use better. What do you think?” "Aye, the fighters could have been. I know that there are places at the Academy or Command where we can go and train ourselves and do battle simulations and I think with the growing tensions in the Federation and with our neighbours we need to be ready." He pauses to drink some of his whiskey, “Agreed. Take point on setting that up on Earth, once the investigations are done. Perhaps a holo-simulation of the Zorya will be good enough for now.” “Aye sir. I don’t suppose you know who our debrief is with when we are on Earth?” He says being inquisitive. “I do, but I’m not familiar with the name. An Admiral Raif. Do you know them?” Cordan lets out a laugh, “I believe I do, the name does ring a bell. Will know when I see him, as I knew one or two Raif’s.” Tom nodded. “Well, let me know any advice you have when you do. Although it is just a debriefing. Shouldn’t be too harrowing.” He grinned. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to get back to these letters now. I still have over 180 to write.” “Understood sir. If you need anything, you know where to find me.” He says picking up his bottle of whiskey and his glass, “I think I’m going to sit on a holodeck version of my old ship the Resolute.” Tom nodded. “Always good talking to you. Let me know as well if you need anything.” With that, Tom turned towards the stack of letters of condolence, and sat back to work. Cordan nodded back and went off to the holodeck to reminisce about his old ship and his old command.
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