TITLE: Insurrection
AUTHOR: Methos (methos@btinternet.com)
AN: I'm basically writing this as a back story for my character on ST:O... so there'll be characters from ST:O and storyline's making major appearances here
“You can take the Agamemnon and shove it up your…”
“Lieutenant!” Admiral Quinn bellowed, cutting Alexander’s diatribe off. “This is a hearing, not a place for you to voice your ill-conceived notions of right or wrong.”
“Isn’t that Doctor now?” Alexander all but sneered over. “Seeing as you seem to be intent on running me out of the service.”
“Oh we have no intention of discharging you Lieutenant Harris,” Mr Drake commented from the side, ignoring the look Admiral Quinn sent his way. “If it were up to me, you’d be promoted for what you did.”
“What I did was rescue my fiancé,” Alexander answered firmly. “The rest was collateral damage.”
“Regardless,” Mr Drake waved the comment away. “The information and technology your fiancé brought back with her…”
“Her name is Sara,” Alexander interrupted with a stern glare.
“Sara then,” Mr Drake nodded in acceptance. “The extraction of the Borg technology from her body, the adaptive shield implants and augmented nanoprobes, have brought personal shield technology forwards in leaps and bounds since you rescued her.”
“I didn’t do it for the technology.” Alexander said with a frown.
“I know,” Mr Drake said wryly. “But regardless, our station at Memory Alpha has found your fiancé… Sara’s, transition back to her human state, rather interesting. Perhaps even paving the way for us to liberate more assimilated individuals.”
“Which is not the point here,” Admiral Quinn took the pause in Mr Drake’ speech to interrupt and get the hearing back on track. “You took a Federation star ship on an unauthorised mission through the transwarp conduit to Gamma Orionis. Endangering not only yourself and the crew of the Valeyard, but risking the task force we have painstakingly built there.”
“Your point?” Alexander muttered slyly, knowing full well Admiral Quinn would have dishonourably discharged him without a second thought if Mr Drake hadn’t intervened.
“My point, is, that you are reckless, with no regard to yourself or your actions, and even less regard for any crew with the misfortune to serve with you.” Admiral Quinn bellowed, glaring across the hall at him. “It is only the good graces of Mr Drake that are preventing me from taking you back to the Gamma Orionis block and booting you out of the nearest airlock personally in the vain hope...”
“But, we have other plans for you.” Mr Drake interrupted quickly. “The Agamemnon…”
“Is a flying scrap heap,” Alexander finished off. “A rescued cruiser with all the potential of a Klingon dentist.” He finished with a sneer. “The engines were second rate ten years ago when she came off the line, her weapons are laughable, and the bridge design feels like it was put together by a Tellorite with ADHD.” He all but laughed at his own comparisons. “The last crew to take her out were wiped out by a plasma leak that somehow vented throughout the entire ship, the crew before that were wiped out by the Dominion. That ship is cursed, any crew serving aboard has all the life expectancy of a snail on a tour of Fenginar.”
“Then maybe Mr Drake has more sense than I’m giving him credit for,” Admiral Quinn finished with a bark of laughter. “The ship is yours Lieutenant Harris,” He sneered. “While I have little control over these matters, you can rest assured that if you pull anything even remotely like your actions in Gamma Orionis, Mr Drake will not be able to save you from my boot a second time.”
“So it’s either a discharge, or death with the Agamemnon,” Alexander summed it up, rolling his eyes at the choices given.
“Oh no,” Mr Drake smirked over. “You’re too… valuable an asset for us to loose Doctor Harris.” Mr Drake explained, choosing his words carefully. “Your crew have been chosen for you, I believe you’ll find them, familiar shall we say.” He smirked at the private joke before continuing. “You’re to report to Earth Spacedock in the morning to take command.”
“And if I don’t?” Alexander asked, half hoping a discharge would be in his future somehow.
“Then you’ll be shipped back to Trill,” Admiral Quinn said sharply. “It’s my understanding they have a special place put aside for extraction there. And you didn’t exactly leave on the best of terms.”
“The Symbiosis Commission have repeatedly asked for your return,” Mr Drake frowned at him. “While they recognise it would not be prudent to simply expel a Trill of your age from their pool, they do have plans to extract the Harris symbiote from you and place it in a more… subservient, shall we say, host. In the hope that you will have learnt from your short lifetime as Alexander and can contribute in a more submissive manner with your next host.”
“The Symbiosis Commission can kiss my pale hairy…”
“I’m sure they’d love to,” Mr Drake cut him off with a wry smirk. “Be at the Spacedock tomorrow morning. The Agamemnon could do with a few days shakedown before your first mission, either from Starfleet or from myself.” Mr Drake commented wryly, dismissing Alexander mentally before turning to Admiral Quinn. “We have other matters to discuss regardless.” He commented, glancing sideways as Alexander left the hearing hall and closed the door behind him.
“You’re taking a risk with that one.” Admiral Quinn said softly, the masquerade of hostility between the two of them melting away now they were alone.
“Nothing for you to worry about.” Mr Drake commented, idly rubbing the scar down the right side of his face while he thought about his plans for Mr Harris. “He’s more than ready to provide us with a unique insight into the war with the Borg, his actions to rescue his fiancé show that he is more than capable of taking the fight to them.”
“And possibly bringing them back here in even greater numbers,” Admiral Quinn frowned. “He’s a wild card, beholden to no one but himself. He’ll likely get his crew killed before their first mission ever starts.”
“I doubt it,” Mr Drake said with a smirk, picking up a data pad and scrolling through it. “He was right about the Agamemnon though. The ship’s a death trap for anyone who takes it out.”
“Hopefully it’ll do our work for us,” Admiral Quinn frowned over. “With the Borg and the Klingons, I don’t have the resources to send someone after Harris if he goes rogue again.”
“I doubt he will,” Mr Drake commented, handing over the date padd to Admiral Quinn by way of explanation. “We can keep him busy with a few minor missions, bolster his confidence in pieces, by the time he’s figured out what the plans really are, he will be too entrenched to care about his already dubious morality.”
“His fiancé?” Admiral Quinn asked, raising his eyebrow. “Serving with him?”
“And a few other of our troublesome recruits,” Mr Drake muttered, taking the pad back from Admiral Quinn. “Before we’ve had operatives here and there, one, maybe two on board a ship at any time. Making it difficult to actually get any real information back and forth from the front line.”
“You can’t be serious,” Admiral Quinn frowned. “There’s no way I can slip this past…”
“Already taken care of,” Mr Drake smiled, standing up and straightening his plain black suit. “Starfleet isn’t interested in the Agamemnon, with the new Odyssey class ships rolling out, Captain’s are queuing up to take command of the new experimental ships. An old cruiser like the Agamemnon won’t raise an eyebrow in anyone’s book’s until it’s far too late.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” Admiral Quinn glared over. “He’s not stupid, over three thousand years of lifetime experience, even the Symbiosis Commission recognise that he’s one of their greatest assets.”
“And he’ll soon be one of ours,” Mr Drake smirked as he started walking, ready to leave the hearing hall. “Have Commander Roxy contact me on the gold channel. I want her to know we might have a new recruit for her Omega Force.”
“And if he turns on you?” Admiral Quinn asked, noting down to retrieve Commander Roxy’s communication logs as well. “I get the feeling that there wouldn’t be a rock big enough for you to hide under if he comes for you.”
“He won’t,” Mr Drake smirked, looking over at the side door knowingly as it opened. “He doesn’t even know what game he’s playing, let alone what his hand is worth.” Mr Drake explained as he pocketed the data pad with a nod. “And have his fiancé, Sara, come and see me. She may be off the rotor because of her recovery, but I’m sure she’d like to get back to work as much as we’d like to have her back on the front lines.”
“I’m not your secretary,” Admiral Quinn glared over as Mr Drake paused at the doors, holding them open ready for him to pass through.
“No,” Mr Drake said, turning in the doorway to glance back at the Starfleet Admiral. “Mikaela has much better legs than you.” Mr Drake said snidely before walking out of the door and closing it behind him.
AUTHOR: Methos (methos@btinternet.com)
AN: I'm basically writing this as a back story for my character on ST:O... so there'll be characters from ST:O and storyline's making major appearances here
“You can take the Agamemnon and shove it up your…”
“Lieutenant!” Admiral Quinn bellowed, cutting Alexander’s diatribe off. “This is a hearing, not a place for you to voice your ill-conceived notions of right or wrong.”
“Isn’t that Doctor now?” Alexander all but sneered over. “Seeing as you seem to be intent on running me out of the service.”
“Oh we have no intention of discharging you Lieutenant Harris,” Mr Drake commented from the side, ignoring the look Admiral Quinn sent his way. “If it were up to me, you’d be promoted for what you did.”
“What I did was rescue my fiancé,” Alexander answered firmly. “The rest was collateral damage.”
“Regardless,” Mr Drake waved the comment away. “The information and technology your fiancé brought back with her…”
“Her name is Sara,” Alexander interrupted with a stern glare.
“Sara then,” Mr Drake nodded in acceptance. “The extraction of the Borg technology from her body, the adaptive shield implants and augmented nanoprobes, have brought personal shield technology forwards in leaps and bounds since you rescued her.”
“I didn’t do it for the technology.” Alexander said with a frown.
“I know,” Mr Drake said wryly. “But regardless, our station at Memory Alpha has found your fiancé… Sara’s, transition back to her human state, rather interesting. Perhaps even paving the way for us to liberate more assimilated individuals.”
“Which is not the point here,” Admiral Quinn took the pause in Mr Drake’ speech to interrupt and get the hearing back on track. “You took a Federation star ship on an unauthorised mission through the transwarp conduit to Gamma Orionis. Endangering not only yourself and the crew of the Valeyard, but risking the task force we have painstakingly built there.”
“Your point?” Alexander muttered slyly, knowing full well Admiral Quinn would have dishonourably discharged him without a second thought if Mr Drake hadn’t intervened.
“My point, is, that you are reckless, with no regard to yourself or your actions, and even less regard for any crew with the misfortune to serve with you.” Admiral Quinn bellowed, glaring across the hall at him. “It is only the good graces of Mr Drake that are preventing me from taking you back to the Gamma Orionis block and booting you out of the nearest airlock personally in the vain hope...”
“But, we have other plans for you.” Mr Drake interrupted quickly. “The Agamemnon…”
“Is a flying scrap heap,” Alexander finished off. “A rescued cruiser with all the potential of a Klingon dentist.” He finished with a sneer. “The engines were second rate ten years ago when she came off the line, her weapons are laughable, and the bridge design feels like it was put together by a Tellorite with ADHD.” He all but laughed at his own comparisons. “The last crew to take her out were wiped out by a plasma leak that somehow vented throughout the entire ship, the crew before that were wiped out by the Dominion. That ship is cursed, any crew serving aboard has all the life expectancy of a snail on a tour of Fenginar.”
“Then maybe Mr Drake has more sense than I’m giving him credit for,” Admiral Quinn finished with a bark of laughter. “The ship is yours Lieutenant Harris,” He sneered. “While I have little control over these matters, you can rest assured that if you pull anything even remotely like your actions in Gamma Orionis, Mr Drake will not be able to save you from my boot a second time.”
“So it’s either a discharge, or death with the Agamemnon,” Alexander summed it up, rolling his eyes at the choices given.
“Oh no,” Mr Drake smirked over. “You’re too… valuable an asset for us to loose Doctor Harris.” Mr Drake explained, choosing his words carefully. “Your crew have been chosen for you, I believe you’ll find them, familiar shall we say.” He smirked at the private joke before continuing. “You’re to report to Earth Spacedock in the morning to take command.”
“And if I don’t?” Alexander asked, half hoping a discharge would be in his future somehow.
“Then you’ll be shipped back to Trill,” Admiral Quinn said sharply. “It’s my understanding they have a special place put aside for extraction there. And you didn’t exactly leave on the best of terms.”
“The Symbiosis Commission have repeatedly asked for your return,” Mr Drake frowned at him. “While they recognise it would not be prudent to simply expel a Trill of your age from their pool, they do have plans to extract the Harris symbiote from you and place it in a more… subservient, shall we say, host. In the hope that you will have learnt from your short lifetime as Alexander and can contribute in a more submissive manner with your next host.”
“The Symbiosis Commission can kiss my pale hairy…”
“I’m sure they’d love to,” Mr Drake cut him off with a wry smirk. “Be at the Spacedock tomorrow morning. The Agamemnon could do with a few days shakedown before your first mission, either from Starfleet or from myself.” Mr Drake commented wryly, dismissing Alexander mentally before turning to Admiral Quinn. “We have other matters to discuss regardless.” He commented, glancing sideways as Alexander left the hearing hall and closed the door behind him.
“You’re taking a risk with that one.” Admiral Quinn said softly, the masquerade of hostility between the two of them melting away now they were alone.
“Nothing for you to worry about.” Mr Drake commented, idly rubbing the scar down the right side of his face while he thought about his plans for Mr Harris. “He’s more than ready to provide us with a unique insight into the war with the Borg, his actions to rescue his fiancé show that he is more than capable of taking the fight to them.”
“And possibly bringing them back here in even greater numbers,” Admiral Quinn frowned. “He’s a wild card, beholden to no one but himself. He’ll likely get his crew killed before their first mission ever starts.”
“I doubt it,” Mr Drake said with a smirk, picking up a data pad and scrolling through it. “He was right about the Agamemnon though. The ship’s a death trap for anyone who takes it out.”
“Hopefully it’ll do our work for us,” Admiral Quinn frowned over. “With the Borg and the Klingons, I don’t have the resources to send someone after Harris if he goes rogue again.”
“I doubt he will,” Mr Drake commented, handing over the date padd to Admiral Quinn by way of explanation. “We can keep him busy with a few minor missions, bolster his confidence in pieces, by the time he’s figured out what the plans really are, he will be too entrenched to care about his already dubious morality.”
“His fiancé?” Admiral Quinn asked, raising his eyebrow. “Serving with him?”
“And a few other of our troublesome recruits,” Mr Drake muttered, taking the pad back from Admiral Quinn. “Before we’ve had operatives here and there, one, maybe two on board a ship at any time. Making it difficult to actually get any real information back and forth from the front line.”
“You can’t be serious,” Admiral Quinn frowned. “There’s no way I can slip this past…”
“Already taken care of,” Mr Drake smiled, standing up and straightening his plain black suit. “Starfleet isn’t interested in the Agamemnon, with the new Odyssey class ships rolling out, Captain’s are queuing up to take command of the new experimental ships. An old cruiser like the Agamemnon won’t raise an eyebrow in anyone’s book’s until it’s far too late.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” Admiral Quinn glared over. “He’s not stupid, over three thousand years of lifetime experience, even the Symbiosis Commission recognise that he’s one of their greatest assets.”
“And he’ll soon be one of ours,” Mr Drake smirked as he started walking, ready to leave the hearing hall. “Have Commander Roxy contact me on the gold channel. I want her to know we might have a new recruit for her Omega Force.”
“And if he turns on you?” Admiral Quinn asked, noting down to retrieve Commander Roxy’s communication logs as well. “I get the feeling that there wouldn’t be a rock big enough for you to hide under if he comes for you.”
“He won’t,” Mr Drake smirked, looking over at the side door knowingly as it opened. “He doesn’t even know what game he’s playing, let alone what his hand is worth.” Mr Drake explained as he pocketed the data pad with a nod. “And have his fiancé, Sara, come and see me. She may be off the rotor because of her recovery, but I’m sure she’d like to get back to work as much as we’d like to have her back on the front lines.”
“I’m not your secretary,” Admiral Quinn glared over as Mr Drake paused at the doors, holding them open ready for him to pass through.
“No,” Mr Drake said, turning in the doorway to glance back at the Starfleet Admiral. “Mikaela has much better legs than you.” Mr Drake said snidely before walking out of the door and closing it behind him.
