UT: TFV - Operation Vanguard
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I don't know if it could be done without catching tremendous parts of the galaxy in the crossfire...but I wonder if there would be a way to turn "nicer" parts of the incoming fleet against the nastier components like the one that just wasted the Nyberrite planets. I could be wrong, but that's the first thing I'd want to do: start dividing this fleet into parts and making alliances.
The Nyberrites are interesting...seems like more of a confederation to the Federation's...well...Federation. I like that; something in me suspects its member worlds have more cultural independence, which I consider a good thing. A BIG shame to see that happen to them.
The Nyberrites are interesting...seems like more of a confederation to the Federation's...well...Federation. I like that; something in me suspects its member worlds have more cultural independence, which I consider a good thing. A BIG shame to see that happen to them.
Have I not repeatedly pointed out that Donald needs some love? Finally somebody listens to me. Doesn't happen very often.
Seriously, this was great and I'm happy for Sandhurst to get the backing of his peers after all his angst and the things he's been through. See, Donald, it's not such a bad, dark galaxy out there after all.
Now cue the experimental starship ready to blow up at a moment's notice and a million refugee ships itching at throwing a few torpedoes her way.
Seriously, this was great and I'm happy for Sandhurst to get the backing of his peers after all his angst and the things he's been through. See, Donald, it's not such a bad, dark galaxy out there after all.
Now cue the experimental starship ready to blow up at a moment's notice and a million refugee ships itching at throwing a few torpedoes her way.
Firstly, I am spoiling myself by skipping ahead on some of the Gibraltar stories because this one is just damn freaking intriguing.
Chapter One
Damn Gibraltar! It's not as if the crew of the Rock have had to face insurmountable challenges before but now they are looking into a mission of unparalleled magnitude given the number of alien vessels, the potential intentions thereof, the degree of unknowns associated with such a mission - nothing to go by, and given the outside the galaxy nature of these aliens really anything is possible. AND given this is a Gibraltar story ANYTHING is always possible! Especially in the 'can go wrong' category.
As said, a very intriguing story with such wide ranging implications for the individual crews as well as for the wider galactic powers of the Alpha Quadrant. This is going to impact on them regardless of the intent of the aliens. Add to that, all of the huge diplomatic madness and potential for cross wires, purposes and agendas. You've created a cluster frak of a situation here. No wonder, this is going to be a UT Event. This is global erm ... galactic. Terrific concept of an idea. And as always brilliantly executed in writing and in the characterisation. Sandhurst, T'Vel, etc are all giving terrific reading moments here as they reacted on the situation.
Lots to mull on here. Why is the Gibraltar there given its limitations? Obviously, there are going to be lots of changes in the air for the crew. And then Glover ... how nice of him with Sandhurst ... hmmm... obviously he has been sorely damaged and has lost quite a bit in the intervening years of himself.
P.S. Just what/who are these aliens fleeing from? And what might that mean for the UT if it/they should come in this direction!?
Chapter One
Damn Gibraltar! It's not as if the crew of the Rock have had to face insurmountable challenges before but now they are looking into a mission of unparalleled magnitude given the number of alien vessels, the potential intentions thereof, the degree of unknowns associated with such a mission - nothing to go by, and given the outside the galaxy nature of these aliens really anything is possible. AND given this is a Gibraltar story ANYTHING is always possible! Especially in the 'can go wrong' category.
As said, a very intriguing story with such wide ranging implications for the individual crews as well as for the wider galactic powers of the Alpha Quadrant. This is going to impact on them regardless of the intent of the aliens. Add to that, all of the huge diplomatic madness and potential for cross wires, purposes and agendas. You've created a cluster frak of a situation here. No wonder, this is going to be a UT Event. This is global erm ... galactic. Terrific concept of an idea. And as always brilliantly executed in writing and in the characterisation. Sandhurst, T'Vel, etc are all giving terrific reading moments here as they reacted on the situation.
Lots to mull on here. Why is the Gibraltar there given its limitations? Obviously, there are going to be lots of changes in the air for the crew. And then Glover ... how nice of him with Sandhurst ... hmmm... obviously he has been sorely damaged and has lost quite a bit in the intervening years of himself.
P.S. Just what/who are these aliens fleeing from? And what might that mean for the UT if it/they should come in this direction!?
Yeah! Like nothing could go wrong with this idea? And as if the mission brief itself isn't crazy scary enough as is - all of that on top of it. Gees, what did Sandhurst do in another life!? Karma is being a bitch to him.
Terrific stuff Gibraltar. So the Rock is going to the Dogs and the guys get lumbered with a Luna class called Europa? Wow. This is a big change. AND it is going to be a change that is going to be lasting regardless (unless of course they blow up en route/upon arrival or at their first meet and greet - hmmm - transfers anyone?? LOL!). After all, it is a long trip out by high powered warp sled - coming back after what? how do they term a mission success? Man oh ... this is going to be different.
Huge, huge adjustment for all concerned. And for Sandhurst, alas he has the skills to make the Europa viable upon arrival for the mission but he has proven time and time (and time) again that when up against tough odds he comes out ... winning to a degree. Definitely not smelling of roses - sometimes maybe smelling of the naturally produced fertiliser used to feed the roses. Damned for doing his job is basically the curse that follows the man.
Hee, hee, firstly at Papa TLR. Daddy issues indeed Gibraltar?Troubling meeting between Sandhurst and Taiee. How many others of Gibraltar's crew will fall short in the experience / competency area for this new billet? Going from an 80+ year old Connie to a state-of-the-art death tra . . . Luna-class ship is a tall order, even for Sandhurst. Yeah, how is Ashok going to take the news? (Daddy issues, indeed!)
Liked the little scene between Donald and T'Ser. Don't you just love that new starship smell?
Hard to believe my little T'Ser is all grown up and already thinking about a captaincy. *Sniff* I'm so proud.
But, it has to be said, with Ashok a distinct possibility of not measuring up, with Taiee not suited to be the CMO, and the sheer influx of new personnel, there are quite a few changes ahead for the crew. Big changes. And boys was Taiee gracious in understanding that about the CMO role - albeit finding it hard to comprehend or to be able to think about signing on for the mission and not be the ship's doc. There's a bitter blow to it all. Then add in Ashok's confidence and whether it has grown enough for him to step up to meet this challenge or not.
I gotta say, though Sandhurst might have his doubts about the Luna class, and though deep down he may have a sentimental attachment to the Rock, he seems to be slowly open to the idea of getting excited and thrilled about this mission. I imagine a smile creeping onto his face as he toured the bridge and chatted with T'Ser. Also, no doubt thrilled that she is wanting to go on this mission with him. Her expression of it as being an odyssey is a sign of her unconditioned enthusiasm for the mission and its import. Sandhurst will do what duty asks of him - but I think he is actually looking forward to this - no old politics to trip them up, but make it happen commanding. And yes, even the 'bribe' of being an engineer again has to be making him happy.
But those dreams ... portents? ...
Hoo raa! About time someone sang the man's praises aloud to him. Yeah, it might be an elaborate plot to send the pariah captain out into the wastes of space to get shot of him but he is tested and he has bested. Of course, that has ended up landing him with this mission and the hell of a challenge. No doubt these rather
aliens with their mammoth bullets are right on course for Sandhurst's trajectory. That would be his luck. Thrilling stuff to see but a glimpse of the mystery aliens and their seeds ships. Lots to intrigue the reader and even the Alliance intrigue with their mix of other species crews.
Thanks for the terrific feedback, mirandafave! This will undoubtedly be one of the crew’s most challenging assignments, not just in the length of the mission, but in the ramifications of what failure could mean for the entire quadrant.
As you’ve noted, there’s a lot of personal choices to be made by many of the crew as to whether to go or not, and not everyone’s going to be enthusiastic about the mission’s shortcomings, to include the ‘plasma-flow-on-the-go’ (aka - some assembly required) warp drive they’ve been saddled with.
And yes, on some level I think it’s done Sandhurst good to know his fellow captain’s believe he is capable and an asset to the task force. However, the woe-is-me crutch is one he’s been leaning on for a couple of years now, and it should prove interesting to see how he stands without it.
As you’ve noted, there’s a lot of personal choices to be made by many of the crew as to whether to go or not, and not everyone’s going to be enthusiastic about the mission’s shortcomings, to include the ‘plasma-flow-on-the-go’ (aka - some assembly required) warp drive they’ve been saddled with.
And yes, on some level I think it’s done Sandhurst good to know his fellow captain’s believe he is capable and an asset to the task force. However, the woe-is-me crutch is one he’s been leaning on for a couple of years now, and it should prove interesting to see how he stands without it.
It's appreciated, Sandoval. Thank you.
T’Ser moved through the crowded, narrow corridors of Gibraltar, sidestepping anti-grav pallet-loaders stacked high with equipment and supplies and dodging hurried crew members hauling arm-loads of assorted gear as Olivia Juneau tried valiantly to keep up.
“Make sure Europa’s stores of survival supplies are augmented by whatever we can scrape together from Gibraltar. The Border Service can re-stock the ship once it’s in their inventory, but we’re likely going to need all of that where we’re going and then some.”
Juneau made frantic notes on a padd with a stylus as she too tried to avoid collisions in the ship’s bustling passageways. Over two-hundred additional personnel had been assigned to Europa to supplement Gibraltar’s existing crew of one-hundred and nine, and all those extra hands were now being employed to help transfer over every bit of equipment that could be spared.
“Oh,” T’Ser continued as she flattened herself against the bulkhead to make space for a bulky plasma-injector that was being trundled down the corridor on an a/g sled, “and remember to make sure Lieutenant Taiee has uploaded our EMH memory files to Europa’s LMH system. She didn’t spend two years modifying their personality matrices to allow all that information to go to waste.”
“Aye, sir,” Juneau replied absently, scribbling like crazy onto her padd as she plastered herself against the opposing bulkhead.
T’Ser suppressed a grim smile as she watched the younger woman bending under the weight of this sudden storm of activity. As a former operations manager herself, T’Ser knew that this unanticipated and rushed transfer between ships was logistical and datawork nightmare for Juneau. However, since taking over the executive officer’s post, T’Ser had harbored serious reservations about Juneau’s leadership abilities and her emotional maturity. As such, T’Ser would be damned if she’d allow Europa to set course for the Delta Quadrant with a chief operations officer who couldn’t hack it under pressure.
Their current circumstances had presented T’Ser with the perfect opportunity to find out just how much pressure Juneau could take. If she cracked under the strain, Captain Sandhurst still had time to find a suitable replacement before TFV was launched.
T’Ser set off once again, with Juneau hot on her heels. “C’mon, Lieutenant, we’re not getting paid to stand around and gawk,” T'Ser prompted, suffusing her performance with some Texan swagger she'd once learned from a native of that state.
“Yes, sir!”
“What’s the status of those supply requisitions I asked you to send at oh-six-hundred today?” T’Ser inquired crossly. “Because if those constriction coils aren’t here by the end of the week, the captain’s going to have Verrik mount your head on a pike!”
*****
“I must say, Captain, I’m intrigued by your offer. Such opportunities are few and far between for someone in my field.”
Sandhurst offered an encouraging smile designed to stroke the prickly researcher’s sizeable ego. “Of course, Doctor. I had to get special clearance to even discuss the assignment with you. However, given your acknowledged leadership in the field of exo-virology and your impressive list of awards and commendations from Starfleet Medical, I couldn’t think of any other candidates who even approached your level of expertise.”
“I can well imagine,” Doctor Ralst Multorlo said, practically bathing in Sandhurst’s effusive praise. The Zakdorn physician and researcher beamed happily at the captain over the subspace comm-link. Sandhurst was using a highly-encrypted carrier signal, bounced off several random satellite-repeaters and comms-arrays in five different sectors. Only the fact that Multorlo was presently assigned to Cold Station 12, the Federation’s super-secure and highly secretive virulent pathogens repository had enabled Sandhurst to contact him in regards to Operation Vanguard without violating established mission security protocols.
“And though joining such an audacious expedition appeals to my sense of adventure, I really have no desire whatever to supervise the medical department onboard a starship.” Multorlo offered an expression of sincere regret. “I’m a pure researcher at heart, you see, despite my certifications as a physician and surgeon.”
“I’d heard that, Doctor, and it just so happens that your desires and my needs may compliment one another quite nicely.”
“Really? Please continue,” Multorlo purred.
“My chief nurse served as CMO for the past two years on my last command. She’s fully qualified to supervise all medical staff and oversee the day-to-day operations of the department. Though you’d be defacto department head, Lieutenant Taiee would handle all the datawork and administrative headaches, freeing you up to pursue your research.”
“And what about medical emergencies, Captain?”
“In such situations, Doctor, you’d obviously offer your assistance as a surgeon, but again Taiee is well versed in such procedures herself. Additionally, Europa is equipped with the Mark-II Long-Term Medical Hologram system and has been outfitted with holographic projectors in all inhabited areas of the ship.”
“So, let me see if I understand you correctly, Captain. I’d have all the privileges of the Chief Medical Officer, but none of the responsibilities?”
“Precisely, Doctor,” Sandhurst confirmed. “Aside from the occasional call upon your formidable surgical skills in emergencies, you’d be left alone to conduct your research as you see fit. And with multiple First Contact encounters almost a certainty on this mission, you’d have first access to any number of exotic alien viral strains years before your counterparts back in Federation space.”
Multorlo sat back and considered that for a long moment. Then, his waxen, grayish face broke into a broad smile. “Captain Sandhurst, I happily accept your most generous offer!”
*****
There was no discernable difference in the bearing of now full Lieutenant Verrik as the Vulcan Chief Security Officer stood patiently with two of his subordinates in Europa’s shuttlebay. Captain Sandhurst had presented him with the promotion only a few hours before, congratulating Verrik on his steady, capable leadership of the security division during the past six months. True to form, Verrik accepted the accolades without enthusiasm, instead telling Sandhurst that it was his honor to continue serving in that capacity.
Now Verrik awaited the problematic arrival of one of the ship’s new senior staff. The shuttle penetrated the permeable forcefield erected over the open maw of the bay and then settled gently onto the deck alongside the assembled security team.
After a brief delay, the shuttle’s hatch opened and a fuming security officer with an obviously broken nose stepped down, holding a bloody compress to his face as he led a Bajoran woman in a command-red undershirt whose hands were manacled in front of her. A security specialist came out behind the unofficial ‘prisoner’ and then stepped forward to hand a padd to Verrik containing transfer orders. “Lt. Commander Pell Ojana, reporting as ordered under armed escort,” the specialist announced without a hint of irony.
Verrik looked to the Bajoran officer with a raised eyebrow. She merely glared balefully in response. “Starfleet has gone to considerable effort to bring you back from the Gamma Quadrant, Commander Pell,” Verrik noted. “Your behavior is inconsistent with an officer of your rank and accomplishments. Such an assault could easily land you in the stockade on Jaros II.”
“Been there,” Pell practically growled.
Verrik consulted the padd, reviewing her service record. “So I see.” He looked back up at her. “Perhaps your behavior is not so out of character, after all.”
“I tried to resign my commission when they wouldn’t rescind the transfer orders, Lieutenant,” Pell seethed. “And then they employed the little-known, seldom-used reserve activation clause on me. So, tell me, what else was I supposed to do?”
“Your duty, perhaps?” Verrik offered innocently.
Pell made a show of looking all around the shuttlebay before she deigned to set her gaze back upon Verrik again. “Where are we?”
“You are aboard the starship Europa, Commander.”
“Never heard of it,” she replied with a distasteful grimace.
“That is not surprising,” the Vulcan riposted, “seeing as the ship has not yet been officially commissioned.”
“And why am I here?”
“Someone,” Verrik said, his voice fairly dripping with intentional sarcasm, “apparently believed we needed a diplomatic officer.”
Pell’s reply was a hand-gesture typically regarded as obscene on Vulcan. Verrik merely observed her hand dispassionately. “You’re doing that incorrectly,” he assessed.
The Bajoran sighed heavily. “And who is the captain of Europa with a pair big and brassy enough to think pulling me away from Velkohn against my will was a good idea?”
“Captain Donald Sandhurst.”
The change in Pell’s demeanor was impossible to miss. Her shoulders sagged, and her expression suddenly appeared crestfallen. “Oh…” was all she could bring herself to say.
*****
“Make sure Europa’s stores of survival supplies are augmented by whatever we can scrape together from Gibraltar. The Border Service can re-stock the ship once it’s in their inventory, but we’re likely going to need all of that where we’re going and then some.”
Juneau made frantic notes on a padd with a stylus as she too tried to avoid collisions in the ship’s bustling passageways. Over two-hundred additional personnel had been assigned to Europa to supplement Gibraltar’s existing crew of one-hundred and nine, and all those extra hands were now being employed to help transfer over every bit of equipment that could be spared.
“Oh,” T’Ser continued as she flattened herself against the bulkhead to make space for a bulky plasma-injector that was being trundled down the corridor on an a/g sled, “and remember to make sure Lieutenant Taiee has uploaded our EMH memory files to Europa’s LMH system. She didn’t spend two years modifying their personality matrices to allow all that information to go to waste.”
“Aye, sir,” Juneau replied absently, scribbling like crazy onto her padd as she plastered herself against the opposing bulkhead.
T’Ser suppressed a grim smile as she watched the younger woman bending under the weight of this sudden storm of activity. As a former operations manager herself, T’Ser knew that this unanticipated and rushed transfer between ships was logistical and datawork nightmare for Juneau. However, since taking over the executive officer’s post, T’Ser had harbored serious reservations about Juneau’s leadership abilities and her emotional maturity. As such, T’Ser would be damned if she’d allow Europa to set course for the Delta Quadrant with a chief operations officer who couldn’t hack it under pressure.
Their current circumstances had presented T’Ser with the perfect opportunity to find out just how much pressure Juneau could take. If she cracked under the strain, Captain Sandhurst still had time to find a suitable replacement before TFV was launched.
T’Ser set off once again, with Juneau hot on her heels. “C’mon, Lieutenant, we’re not getting paid to stand around and gawk,” T'Ser prompted, suffusing her performance with some Texan swagger she'd once learned from a native of that state.
“Yes, sir!”
“What’s the status of those supply requisitions I asked you to send at oh-six-hundred today?” T’Ser inquired crossly. “Because if those constriction coils aren’t here by the end of the week, the captain’s going to have Verrik mount your head on a pike!”
*****
“I must say, Captain, I’m intrigued by your offer. Such opportunities are few and far between for someone in my field.”
Sandhurst offered an encouraging smile designed to stroke the prickly researcher’s sizeable ego. “Of course, Doctor. I had to get special clearance to even discuss the assignment with you. However, given your acknowledged leadership in the field of exo-virology and your impressive list of awards and commendations from Starfleet Medical, I couldn’t think of any other candidates who even approached your level of expertise.”
“I can well imagine,” Doctor Ralst Multorlo said, practically bathing in Sandhurst’s effusive praise. The Zakdorn physician and researcher beamed happily at the captain over the subspace comm-link. Sandhurst was using a highly-encrypted carrier signal, bounced off several random satellite-repeaters and comms-arrays in five different sectors. Only the fact that Multorlo was presently assigned to Cold Station 12, the Federation’s super-secure and highly secretive virulent pathogens repository had enabled Sandhurst to contact him in regards to Operation Vanguard without violating established mission security protocols.
“And though joining such an audacious expedition appeals to my sense of adventure, I really have no desire whatever to supervise the medical department onboard a starship.” Multorlo offered an expression of sincere regret. “I’m a pure researcher at heart, you see, despite my certifications as a physician and surgeon.”
“I’d heard that, Doctor, and it just so happens that your desires and my needs may compliment one another quite nicely.”
“Really? Please continue,” Multorlo purred.
“My chief nurse served as CMO for the past two years on my last command. She’s fully qualified to supervise all medical staff and oversee the day-to-day operations of the department. Though you’d be defacto department head, Lieutenant Taiee would handle all the datawork and administrative headaches, freeing you up to pursue your research.”
“And what about medical emergencies, Captain?”
“In such situations, Doctor, you’d obviously offer your assistance as a surgeon, but again Taiee is well versed in such procedures herself. Additionally, Europa is equipped with the Mark-II Long-Term Medical Hologram system and has been outfitted with holographic projectors in all inhabited areas of the ship.”
“So, let me see if I understand you correctly, Captain. I’d have all the privileges of the Chief Medical Officer, but none of the responsibilities?”
“Precisely, Doctor,” Sandhurst confirmed. “Aside from the occasional call upon your formidable surgical skills in emergencies, you’d be left alone to conduct your research as you see fit. And with multiple First Contact encounters almost a certainty on this mission, you’d have first access to any number of exotic alien viral strains years before your counterparts back in Federation space.”
Multorlo sat back and considered that for a long moment. Then, his waxen, grayish face broke into a broad smile. “Captain Sandhurst, I happily accept your most generous offer!”
*****
There was no discernable difference in the bearing of now full Lieutenant Verrik as the Vulcan Chief Security Officer stood patiently with two of his subordinates in Europa’s shuttlebay. Captain Sandhurst had presented him with the promotion only a few hours before, congratulating Verrik on his steady, capable leadership of the security division during the past six months. True to form, Verrik accepted the accolades without enthusiasm, instead telling Sandhurst that it was his honor to continue serving in that capacity.
Now Verrik awaited the problematic arrival of one of the ship’s new senior staff. The shuttle penetrated the permeable forcefield erected over the open maw of the bay and then settled gently onto the deck alongside the assembled security team.
After a brief delay, the shuttle’s hatch opened and a fuming security officer with an obviously broken nose stepped down, holding a bloody compress to his face as he led a Bajoran woman in a command-red undershirt whose hands were manacled in front of her. A security specialist came out behind the unofficial ‘prisoner’ and then stepped forward to hand a padd to Verrik containing transfer orders. “Lt. Commander Pell Ojana, reporting as ordered under armed escort,” the specialist announced without a hint of irony.
Verrik looked to the Bajoran officer with a raised eyebrow. She merely glared balefully in response. “Starfleet has gone to considerable effort to bring you back from the Gamma Quadrant, Commander Pell,” Verrik noted. “Your behavior is inconsistent with an officer of your rank and accomplishments. Such an assault could easily land you in the stockade on Jaros II.”
“Been there,” Pell practically growled.
Verrik consulted the padd, reviewing her service record. “So I see.” He looked back up at her. “Perhaps your behavior is not so out of character, after all.”
“I tried to resign my commission when they wouldn’t rescind the transfer orders, Lieutenant,” Pell seethed. “And then they employed the little-known, seldom-used reserve activation clause on me. So, tell me, what else was I supposed to do?”
“Your duty, perhaps?” Verrik offered innocently.
Pell made a show of looking all around the shuttlebay before she deigned to set her gaze back upon Verrik again. “Where are we?”
“You are aboard the starship Europa, Commander.”
“Never heard of it,” she replied with a distasteful grimace.
“That is not surprising,” the Vulcan riposted, “seeing as the ship has not yet been officially commissioned.”
“And why am I here?”
“Someone,” Verrik said, his voice fairly dripping with intentional sarcasm, “apparently believed we needed a diplomatic officer.”
Pell’s reply was a hand-gesture typically regarded as obscene on Vulcan. Verrik merely observed her hand dispassionately. “You’re doing that incorrectly,” he assessed.
The Bajoran sighed heavily. “And who is the captain of Europa with a pair big and brassy enough to think pulling me away from Velkohn against my will was a good idea?”
“Captain Donald Sandhurst.”
The change in Pell’s demeanor was impossible to miss. Her shoulders sagged, and her expression suddenly appeared crestfallen. “Oh…” was all she could bring herself to say.
*****
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Oh. My. God.
You really went and did it. You brought Pell back.
And here I thought this was going to be a boring mission.
Now that I've picked my jaw back up, the rest of the chapter was great, too. Good to see T'Ser push Juneau. She's right - if Juneau can't handle the pressure now, she might as well stay home. And a new CMO with an ego the size of a House. (pun intentional). That could be fun.
Looking forward to the meeting between Sandhurst and Pell. This oughta be good.
You really went and did it. You brought Pell back.
And here I thought this was going to be a boring mission.
Now that I've picked my jaw back up, the rest of the chapter was great, too. Good to see T'Ser push Juneau. She's right - if Juneau can't handle the pressure now, she might as well stay home. And a new CMO with an ego the size of a House. (pun intentional). That could be fun.
Looking forward to the meeting between Sandhurst and Pell. This oughta be good.
Oh, my, I laughed out loud when Verrik's response to that obscene gesture was basically, "UR DOIN IT WRONG"!
I'm not sure the doctor was that bad of a move. As long as he's not a big jerk, or demeaning to Taiee (that's my concern), it could be the perfect way for Taiee to save face.
So is Pell going to be a diplomat from the brig? She certainly hasn't impressed me with this stunt.
I'm not sure the doctor was that bad of a move. As long as he's not a big jerk, or demeaning to Taiee (that's my concern), it could be the perfect way for Taiee to save face.
So is Pell going to be a diplomat from the brig? She certainly hasn't impressed me with this stunt.
I'm sure Starfleet's willing to consider nearly anything at this point, Nerys, including playing the 'aliens' against one another, if possible. The members of the NA have been around thousands (in some cases many thousands) of years, and have all belonged to a host of other alliances and coalitions over the millenia. Now they're content to relax in their 'retirement' from galactic business, and allow their mercenary military branch to protect them.
Or at least, they were.
I thought it was high-time someone gave Donald a little dose of the truth to get his head on straight and focus his attention before the 'big game' begins in earnest.
Pell's back! Very cool. I don't remember her being so confrontational and aggressive though. I suppose the Delta Quadrant may have made an impression on her, not to mention her last mission with Gibraltar. Not sure how happy she'll be to be back.
I like what Sandhurst did with the CMO position. Bringing in somebody with no ambition to take over for Taiee and letting her get on with what she does is a great gamble and demonstrates the loyalty he has for the people under his command.
And it looks as if being a first officer is really growing on T'Ser. She's being very smart here putting Jueneau through her paces.
I like what Sandhurst did with the CMO position. Bringing in somebody with no ambition to take over for Taiee and letting her get on with what she does is a great gamble and demonstrates the loyalty he has for the people under his command.
And it looks as if being a first officer is really growing on T'Ser. She's being very smart here putting Jueneau through her paces.
Oh, yes, I'm sure it will be rainbows and unicorns all around!Oh. My. God.
You really went and did it. You brought Pell back.
And here I thought this was going to be a boring mission.
Now that I've picked my jaw back up, the rest of the chapter was great, too. Good to see T'Ser push Juneau. She's right - if Juneau can't handle the pressure now, she might as well stay home. And a new CMO with an ego the size of a House. (pun intentional). That could be fun.
Looking forward to the meeting between Sandhurst and Pell. This oughta be good.
Pell can be downright ferocious when justly aggrieved, which let’s face it… she has been. Her rationale for this outburst will become clear in the next installment.Oh, my, I laughed out loud when Verrik's response to that obscene gesture was basically, "UR DOIN IT WRONG"!
I'm not sure the doctor was that bad of a move. As long as he's not a big jerk, or demeaning to Taiee (that's my concern), it could be the perfect way for Taiee to save face.
So is Pell going to be a diplomat from the brig? She certainly hasn't impressed me with this stunt.
T'Ser's a damn fine XO, and she's convinced that Ramirez was right on the latinum about Juneau's shortcomings. Just towing the line might be okay for a century old escort ship, but it's not going to cut it out there in the deep black with potential hostiles all around.
For whom the Pell tolls...
Nice way of bringing her back into the fold, but what the HELL was Sandhurst thinking? Having Pell as a diplomatic officer is like asking an enraged Brikar not to crush your skull like a melon through telepathy.
I can't wait to see how this unfolds.
Nice way of bringing her back into the fold, but what the HELL was Sandhurst thinking? Having Pell as a diplomatic officer is like asking an enraged Brikar not to crush your skull like a melon through telepathy.
I can't wait to see how this unfolds.
If I remember right, Pell was actually a quite accomplished Diplomatic Officer and presumably did some very decent work with the Velk in the GQ.
She just seems to not have taken well to these new orders and to being reassigned. Really not taken well. This wouldn't be the mirror Pell, would it?
Getting good and good everytime. That was a great chapter with Pell, lol.
