Get The Job Done
Posted on Tue Mar 6th, 2018 @ 5:59am by Commodore Tyler Malbrooke
Edited on on Thu May 31st, 2018 @ 9:38pm
1,040 words; about a 5 minute read
Mission:
Episode 2 - The Enemy Within
Location: Ready Room USS Pioneer
Timeline: MD004 1000 hrs
Tags: SD 71378.1000
Tyler had summoned Warrant Officer Joran Thal to speak with him. He had given the task of compiling the report on the Badlands to Beckett and he still did not have the report. Clearly a shake up in the SCIF was in order. The file on the Trill was extensive and perhaps he would be up to job.
Joran Thal made his way around the bridge and down the few steps to the ready room, pressing the door chime promptly with his chrome hand. It was rare and unusual for him to be summoned to the bridge, let alone a meeting with the captain.
"Come..." Tyler said when the chime went off. When the doors opened he saw the Trill standing there. He knew most if not everything there was to know about the Intelligence Warrant Officer as Tyler had gone over his file from top to bottom. "Warrant Officer Thal. Please, have seat if you wish. I have summoned you here to talk about the state of the Intelligence Department. Is there anything that I can get you?" Tyler sat stone faced behind his desk.
Joran took the several steps forward to stand in front of the captain's desk and took the offered seat without much of a sound. He held up his hand in a 'pause' gesture. "No thank you, sir. I'm fine." He could see the serious expression on his superior, as if the weight of the current mission was pressing down on him. "How can I be of service?"
"Joran... May I call you Joran?" Tyler asked as he refilled his coffee and went on. "It seems that my current Chief of Intelligence is either unwilling, or incapable of getting me the report I need. I would like you to take command of the SCIF and get me that report. That is if you feel up to the task." Tyler was upset, here his ship was in the Badlands and there was no information from his Intel department.
Joran listened intently to Tyler and nodded curtly. "He is incompetent, sir. There's no excuse for his failures. I'll do my best to bring things back into order." He tugged at his uniform front and continued, "I think the problem is that he's been lax on his officers. I won't be..."
"That is a possibility... But not too strict we are not a military organization. But I need you to get them in line down there and get me the information that I need. Joran the Maquis are back and they are here..." Tyler sipped his coffee and thought about what he would say next. "I am going to level with you I did not want an Intel Department on this ship. Starfleet Brass forced it upon me stating that I would realise why I needed you once I had you. For once in my Starfleet career I would like someone to prove the Brass right." He leaned forward on his desk.
"I understand your reservations for having SI personnel on your ship, sir. I realize that it's never good when the brass make decisions you don't agree with, especially regarding your ship." He paused a beat before continuing, "That being said, I'm here to serve you to the best of my ability, sir."
"Running the department is not just keeping those under you in line. You will be classified as Senior Staff and will be expected to act such in all of your deeds and actions. You will also be expected to attend the staff briefings. Specifically as Intelligence Chief I will need you to stay in touch with your Cardassian counterparts. Any threat to this vessel that you find you will inform me. The safety of this vessel and her crew will supercede any and all classified orders." Tyler sipped his coffee again.
Joran nodded and understood what Tyler was saying. Secretly knew that there were some directives that no CO would supersede and if given the order to destroy the entire ship based on one direct order from SI command, he would do it without hesitation but in most cases the captain was correct. There was no point in explaining that fact, however. "I completely understand, sir. I'm at your disposal."
"Right now I need anything you can get on the Badlands and on the entity known as the Caretaker. Do you have any questions for me?" Tyler looked the Trill in the eyes. Tyler was usually good at reading people but this Trill was exceptionally hard to read.
Joran frowned ever so slightly at the mention of the Caretaker that had hurled the Voyager into the Delta Quadrant many years ago. He didn't know how that related to their current situation but he would do as he was asked. "I'll get on the Caretaker immediately, sir. And no, I don't have any questions for you at this time." His neutral expression hid the calculating mind that tried to start piecing together different bits of information.
"Very well Warrant Officer, you have two hours and then i will expect to see some sort of results." Tyler took a longer than normal pause as he sipped his coffee. When he spoke again his tone dropped noticeably to a more amiable tone. "Listen, Joran I am normally not this intense. It is just there is something about the Badlands that has me on edge. So I apologize."
Thal slowly rose from his seat as he sensed the end of the meeting. "No apology necessary, sir. You're under a lot of stress to discover the meaning of what's going on and dealing with a potential double agent. And that's the tip of the iceberg. Don't worry, sir. I'll gather what I can and have it for you within two hours." He wheeled about and exited onto the bridge and pulled out a cigarette as he made his way to the turbolift. Tip of the iceberg, indeed.
A Joint Post By
Commander Tyler Malbrooke
Commanding Officer, USS Pioneer
Warrant Officer Joran Thal
Chief Intelligence Officer, USS Pioneer
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