Busy Day on Starbase 400 (Starbase 400)
Posted on Tue Aug 12th, 2014 @ 10:00pm by Commander Jonathan Roebuck IV & Lieutenant Nick Archer & Lieutenant K`Wor & Sogh Varn Son of M'ron & General Janice Fultian-Bremer & La Ch'Tal Son of Ren'al & Major T'Lana & First Ramata`tar & Major General Thomas Jackson & Sergeant Maal son of Torg & Sogh M`Kota & Ensign Vortek & Ensign Manuel Vega & Gunnery Sergeant Marcus Ermey & Gunnery Sergeant Agtx & 1st Lieutenant Taz & Corporal Nas & Corporal Warner Schmidt & Private 1st Class T'ork
2,224 words; about a 11 minute read
Mission:
Mission 86 - Discovery
Location: Starbase 400
Timeline: MD2, 1445 hours, Following 'Council Meeting with Sevlek'
ON:
Promenade
"Extra large coffee please. I'd like it black and coarse. Thank you." Corporal Vaal asked the Barista.
"You need that much coffee?" Kuhzol asked.
"For this assignment, oh yeah." Olga answered. "Nothing like baby sitting politicians."
"So do you like politicians as much as like officers?" Kuhzol half heartedly asked.
"I like officers better. At least they have the have the decency to get shot or blown up when they do something stupid." Olga answered. "A politician so much as stubbs their toe and all hell breaks loose." She added.
"I hope I do not get as jaded as you." Kuhzol told Vaal.
"I hope not either. Just don't be as chipper. Chipper is annoying." Olga told her.
Jackson sipped on his black coffee, and mused at the conversation. They were right though in one respect; officers who screwed up tended to be relieved from their position in the food chain. He could not help but smile as he listened to the conversation.
Olga chugged the rest of her coffee. "Alright, back to the guarding the VIPs in their cocoon of delusion." Olga then got up to leave. As she turned around she saw Colonel Jackson sitting with his coffee. Her eyes widened and her mouth was agape.
Her facial expression did not escape him. He just smiled at her.
"Oh, hello Sir." Olga paused and was going to explain herself but thought better of it. She pursed her lips into an awkward smile. Keeping her eyes on the floor she left in a hurry. Kuhzol followed her trying to control her snickers.
Jackson knew her record. But due to his past experience as an enlisted Marine, he understood part of her attitude. No on else would be happy to have her in their command. But he tended to look around garrison behavior, and focused on combat records. On the other hand, having fun can be a good stress reliever. So before they could leave... "Hello Marines. Getting back to the swing of things?"
Vaal stopped in her tracks. "Oh, um, yes Sir." Olga stuttered, not knowing exactly what to say. "Making sure our important VIPs are safe." Olga awkwardly added, not sounding entirely genuine. Kuhzol tried to suppress her giggles.
Jackson used his feet to push two chairs out from under the table, offering them a seat. "I know what you mean. Can't have council members getting a hangnail. Have a seat. And for the gods sake, relax. For the time being, we are off the clock. I am Thomas Jackson."
Olga and Kuhzol each took the seats offered. "I'm Olga Vaal. I've been in Star Fleet Marines for over twenty years. Drinking coffee is my only hobby. I have a habit of shooting my mouth off before loading my brain." Olga gave quick smile.
"Only seventeen plus years in the Corps. I had the same problem as a Private, a Corporal, a Second Lieutenant, hell, I have the same problem as a Lieutenant Colonel. I guess controlling my mouth comes with practice, and I am still working on it. It seems we both joined this division at an inopportune time. How are you two handling it?" Over the years, Jax made it a habit to talk to his marines.
"Oh, you were once a noncom." Olga said aloud, genuinely impressed. "I've been a marine longer than I've been a civilian. As bad as it can get in the Marines I can't imagine my life outside. I'd make a horrible civilian. I hate to say it but I need the order." Olga admitted. "If you don't mind me asking Sir, why did you switch to the dark side?" Olga asking about Jax's decision to become an officer.
Jax kept asking himself the same question from time to time. "Well, I enlisted with every intention of staying enlisted. Got wounded leading a squad during the Dominion War on Bolarus III, and sent to recoup at Star Fleet Medical on Betazed. When the Jem'Hadar came knocking on their door, I hooked up with a resistance cell, and eventually ended up being in charge. When I was rescued, they gave me a field commission for all my sins." The next part of his story brought memories of dread, because it involved one of the most costly defensive actions in Corps history. " As a platoon commander on AR558, " This part was difficult, "The Company Commander, along with all the other officers in the company were killed, and I managed to keep what was left of the whole company alive. We held our ground until we were relieved. A junior noncom later convinced me that if I stayed as an officer, I could keep more Marines alive. So here I am." He exhaled deeply after managing to briefly relive the horror of the First Battle Of Chin'Toka.
"That's a good reason Sir." Olga admitted. "I thought the Borg were the worst but I think the war with the Dominion was the toughest. They really put the Federation to the test." Olga stated. She put her elbows on the table then put her head in her hands. "The Chin'Toka offensive really bad though. Our task force landed on Nova Kalinga to cut off the Dominion supply route back through the worm hole. I remember the Star Fleet liaison officer telling us that the fleet got wiped out and that we were on our own. We later skulked off the planet like a bunch of thieves in the night." Olga said with a little disgust in her voice. Olga pulled her head up to look at Jax. "I hope this doesn't sound bad but I'm glad I wasn't with you guys on AR558." Olga confessed.
"It doesn't sound bad at all. I wouldn't wish that fight on my worst enemy." Jax raised his coffee cup, "To those who died, and to those that live to keep their honor alive."
Olga raised her cup. "To those that fell and those that served with honor."
"Well, I guess it is time for us to be sheepdogs again. It was a pleasure to meet you Olga. By the way, if you happen to run into a Staff Warrant Officer who looks out of place with his rank, take it easy on him. He was a Gunnery Sergeant until an hour ago. " He smiled at he stood up to leave.
"Will do Sir." Olga replied with a sincere smile.
Maal walked around the Promenade looking around. The big Klingon stuck out a bit as he was quite taller then most around.
Jackson has seen some big marines, but this one took the cake. He knew there was a Klingon marine on detached duty in the Intelligence Department. This must be him.
"Good afternoon Sergeant"
Maal stopped and turned his head:"Hello Colonel."
Jackson was alittle puzzled as to why such an imposing marine would be wasted in Intelligence. "How is the world of Star Fleet Intelligence treating you?"
Maal stood there in front of the marine:"Intelligence treats me well. As always will around Captain Pike."
Jackson never met a marine that was so willing to serve in the Intelligence branch. He suspects one of those Klingon blood oaths to be the reason, though he did not know specifics. "It is good to love your job. If you need anything of me, my door is always open."
Maal nodded:"I appreciate that Colonel. You have a bit of a somewhat confused look on your face sir."
"I just never met a Klingon warrior who wanted duty in a support branch, unless somehow, his honor required it."
Maal gave a smile:"Intelligence is involved a lot more then you think sometimes Colonel, besides am also part of the Special Ops division. And to answer your question, the House of Torg and the Pike family have a blood oath. Captain Pike's uncle saved my father's life once."
"I could respect that. I hope to work with ya'll from time to time. Until next time, I need to get back to work. Enjoy your break Sergeant."
Maal nodded:"I look forward to it Colonel"
Jackson ended his break to go check on his Marines.
Maal headed off back towards the Intelligence office.
Briefing Room
Roebuck, K’Wor, and Romulan Major T’Lana were gathered in the Briefing Room. T’Lar, wearing her typical Romulan uniform, was sitting at the far end of the table from Roebuck and K’Wor. She was silent, gazing out the large window on the back wall. After a few minutes, the other member of the meeting arrived. He was new to Starbase 400, and as he entered the room he gave a typical Klingon grunt and ‘humph’.
Both K’Wor and Roebuck stood to great the new person, “I’m Commander Roebuck, acting Executive Officer, this is Acting-Ensign K’Wor, acting Chief of Security.” Roebuck introduced. He then motioned toward T’Lana, “This is our Romulan Exchange Officer, Major T’Lana.”
“A Tal Shiar Major, on a Federation Starbase.”
T’Lana turned her gaze toward the new Klingon, but K’Wor spoke up first. “The Major is no longer affiliated with the Tal Shair, she defected to the Federation along with several thousand others and a dozen ships defected after the Hobas Event. She’s been a loyal member of the crew ever sense.”
Roebuck then cut in, “la' Ch'Tal, let’s not start this meeting off on the wrong foot.” Roebuck motioned to a chair for the Klingon Commander to sit in. “With Captain Pike still off the Station, and both of you technically working in the Intelligence Department, I wanted you two to meet and for you to get familiar with the Station.”
Ch’Tal gazed at Roebuck for a moment, then cut his eyes at K’Wor, “You are K’Wor, your father is Admiral Mike K’Wor Bremer?”
K’Wor leaned back in his chair, “Yes, I am and he is.”
Ch’Tal nodded for a moment before speaking, “The Chancellor speaks highly of your father. Why are you only an ACTING Ensign though?”
“I don’t leave for Starfleet Academy for another month yet, my rank is provisional right now.” K’Wor replied.
Ch’Tal flashed a toothy grin, “You will make a fine Officer one day, even if it is in Starfleet.”
The room was silent for a few moments, then Roebuck spoke up as he slid a PADD to Ch’Tal, “Here’s information on your Quarters, Station Policy and Shift Schedules, information on the Promenade, and other necessary information you might need.”
Ch’Tal looked over the PADD for a moment, then looked back up at Roebuck, “There’s a Targ hunting area on the Kaleb IV?!”
K’Wor smirked, “Yes. My father’s idea, but he’s not had time to hunt in a long time. Chancellor Martock sent two dozen Targ four years ago, and Governor...former Governor Malor sent another ten last year. It’s a two hundred kilometer square area in the western continent of the northern hemisphere.”
Ch’Tal slammed his hand down on the table, “Then you and I will go hunting before you leave for Starfleet Academy, K’Wor Son of Bremer!”
At the far end of the table, T’Lana let out a sigh and rolled her eyes, “Klingons...”
Roebuck couldn’t hold back a smirk, “If there’s nothing else, Major, can you please show the Commander to Ops then where the Intel Office is?”
T’Lana cut her eyes at Roebuck for a moment, gazing at the superior officer before replying with a curt, “Yes, Commander.” She slowly stood from her chair and walked around the table toward Ch’Tal who slowly stood up in front of T’Lana. The two eyed each other for a moment, then Ch’Tal turned and walked out the door ahead of T’Lana.
Roebuck looked over at K’Wor and the two just shook their heads before they too headed back to Ops.
Ops
"Sir, the USS Shadow has arrived," M'Kota stated as she tapped a few buttons and had the tugs pull her the rest of the way in once she reached the inner markers. After a few moments, "The Shadow is securely docked sir," M'Kota added.
"Very good." Roebuck walked over to Tactical Two and sent a message about the Shadow's arrival to Sevlek, as well as Dr. Romans and the Damage Control teams.
Promenade
After the Shadow had docked and all power shut off, she let Damage control take over. Captain Yoshi Baldwin-Webb decided she would go over to the Starbase while Nicole took Jadzia to there temporary quarters on the Starbase.
Yoshi walked down to the Promenade and decided to get something to eat and just relax after a stressful mission and her ship being severely damaged and mission a warp nacelle. She took a drink and smiled and sat there.
Ops
"Commander, I've received a message from the Yorktown. They're requesting assistance from two tugs. They say they were involved in a rescue mission with a damaged Freighter then an Ion Storm hit damaging both vessels." Archer reported to Roebuck.
"All right, send em out and let the Yorktown know their ETA. It's our day for damaged ships huh?" Roebuck replied.
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