==Temp NRC Commander Jason Simmons-Strategic Operations and Tactical Liaison, Star Base Alpha (Old Bio) ==
Jason was going over the latest reports he had been assigned to process before his shift was set to end. Pretty basic reports regarding Fleet movements and any notable encounters. Overall, Jason acted a "middle man" of sorts to help filter the reports to the proper personnel and ensuring those that needed immediate review were done so expeditiously. He sighed, as this particular batch didn't have anything of high importance.
He sighed, thinking not for the first time of the events that led him here. He had done what he had dreamed of doing since joining Star Fleet: Having a Command of his own. First, the Ozaki, which had been lost at the Battle of the Borg Megasphere. And then, the Nikola Tesla. A failure right out of the gate. He knew he held full blame for what happened on the last mission, which ended with a Romulan spy getting away with Federation intel. Jason had not been a part of the investigation team, as he had been on board the Tesla trying his best to keep the peace between the Federation and the Romulans that had been present when they attempted to rescue the Nightingale.
Even still, he knew the issues had run deeper than that. In an effort to calm the masses, Star Fleet had tried to put a focus on exploration. Which Jason could understand, and even agree with to a degree. Jason believed the biggest flaw to that came from it was the production of the Merian-class vessels, which focused a little too much on exploration, without the thought of ensuring the ships could protect themselves or others in the case of an emergency.
And the Tesla had been pushed into such a situation with the rescue mission. There was no real threat of force, because Jason knew as well as the Romulans that the Tesla probably wouldn't be a match for what the Romulans brought to the table. They had to rely on Romulan good will, which, from experience, only lasted as long as there was benefit to the Romulans.
He knew he wasn't alone at fault for the events that transpired, but, as Captain, he took all punishment that would have been divvied out to his crew, and became the scapegoat Star Fleet needed (wanted). Luckily, he had only been knocked down a rank and put behind a desk. At the start of it, he had been itching for a way of redemption. To get back out, even if it meant not getting Command again.
And then, he looked at the pictures that dotted his office. Of him and Addi. He had been able to be there for her. Be there for her and their now-two-year-old son, Andrew. A fitting name, as both a namesake for Jason's middle name, as well as the name of Addi's first husband. Jason held no ill will that he was not Addi's first love, and Andrew Donaghue had been a great man, even if Jason had never met him. And, looking at the most recent picture taken about two months ago, to be there for their unborn daughter.
He was brought out of his reverie as the chime to his door went off. He checked the time to notate he was due to meet a Security Midshipman who had wanted to discuss something of importance regarding the Midshipman's father, one Commander Orlando Grant. Jason remembered the Senior Officer during the start of the Krynar War, and that the man had died sometime before Jason's promotion to Lieutenant Commander. He had instilled a lot of good lessons into Jason from their brief time working together, but he was a little curious as to what the man's son could want with Jason.
Whatever it was, Jason was willing to talk to the younger man.
"Enter," he said, his baritone voice carrying through the decent-sized office. He looked to the door expectantly as Miles Grant entered.