02-22-2025, 08:42 PM
“Not a fan of chaos, Chief? Thought that was standard issue in security.”
Art looked to Alden, a smirk forming on her face. “I do like the chaos.” She admitted. “But only when I’m in control of it.”
She turned back to her screen, the read-out giving her more questions than answers. So, this Trill was brought onto the ship in the dead of night, with no heads-up to the Security Chief, and was put in a high-level VIP room. Her first guesses were that they were a senior ambassador, and she had to double-check to make sure that one line said Unjoined due to their age. There was also a Starfleet section of the file, which she went to, and her face fell.
“Looks like our VIP guest is a Starfleet dud.” She told Aldren. “No idea why he’s been put on this mission; he must have family in high places. Diplomatic assistant though, I wonder who he’s an assistant to?”
[Jensen to all senior staff, as well as Midshipmen Alden, Bowman, Bremner and Campbell, report to the briefing room at once.]
The Chief turned to another officer, nodding for him to come to her console and look at the read-out. “I want you to see if you can find out who we’re supposed to pick up – this guy’s a nobody, but looks like he’s an assistant to somebody. If you need my Command codes, just let me know.”
Turning back to the Midshipman, Artie steeled her facial expressions for the conference with Captain Braggins. “Let’s go.” She said simply, tersely.
>> Briefing Room >>
Art looked to Alden, a smirk forming on her face. “I do like the chaos.” She admitted. “But only when I’m in control of it.”
She turned back to her screen, the read-out giving her more questions than answers. So, this Trill was brought onto the ship in the dead of night, with no heads-up to the Security Chief, and was put in a high-level VIP room. Her first guesses were that they were a senior ambassador, and she had to double-check to make sure that one line said Unjoined due to their age. There was also a Starfleet section of the file, which she went to, and her face fell.
“Looks like our VIP guest is a Starfleet dud.” She told Aldren. “No idea why he’s been put on this mission; he must have family in high places. Diplomatic assistant though, I wonder who he’s an assistant to?”
[Jensen to all senior staff, as well as Midshipmen Alden, Bowman, Bremner and Campbell, report to the briefing room at once.]
The Chief turned to another officer, nodding for him to come to her console and look at the read-out. “I want you to see if you can find out who we’re supposed to pick up – this guy’s a nobody, but looks like he’s an assistant to somebody. If you need my Command codes, just let me know.”
Turning back to the Midshipman, Artie steeled her facial expressions for the conference with Captain Braggins. “Let’s go.” She said simply, tersely.
>> Briefing Room >>