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You've got to be kidding!

Posted on Monday August 14, 2017 @ 5:13am by Captain Miranda Corleone & Lieutenant Commander Thomas Burrows & Commander Alexander Murrs

Mission: A Day In The Life...
Location: Ready Room
Timeline: Current

Miranda looked up as the door slid open. "Hey Tom, what brings you by?"

"I'm hating Lanc right now. He cut me off, cause it's affecting my shooting" Tom said as he quietly slipped to the couch and sat down.

"Well, is he right? He doesn't usually do something that drastic unless he has a damned good reason." she replied.

"Before he showed off, yeah. But then I nailed out a perfect set. Detoxing is horrible." Tom remembered last time he had to do it and how much he hated it then.

"Yeah, I can imagine." she said with a shrug. "How was he showing off?"

"Shot off a near perfect set without really looking."

"All part of your training, isn't it?"

"Yes ma'am, but I'm supposed to be the best shot on the team, not him."

"Well, maybe if you laid off the liquor, you would be."

"I'm trying! Its not an easy thing."

Miranda nodded and said, "No good thing ever was."

"So I heard you got an...interesting...XO."

"Yeah, real boy scout. He may end up being trouble. I'm supposed to read him in, but I'm not one hundred percent we can trust him."

"Why's that? History of blabbin?"

"No, just a long history of being a screw up and a trouble magnet."

"Mmm. Yeah, reading him in might not be a good idea."

"He's also completely to young, and squeaky clean. I'm worried he might even be a plant from HQ."

"Hmm...could be. I could scope him for you. Nothing too obvious, as you know."

"Might not be a bad idea. In fact, consider it an order."

"Yes ma'am. Anything else you want me to do? Maybe get you a coffee?" Tom joked.

"Ok, now look. You may work for Lanc's team, but you're still Starfleet, and this still my station. If I give you an order, you'll follow it, without the smart ass attitude."

"Yes ma'am. Understood."

"So, what do you think? Should we read the boy scout in on the team?"

"Yes. But I'll field his questions, I suspect I'll be able to get some insight into him that way."

Tapping a control on her desk, Miranda called Command Murrs, and asked him to come to her ready room.

Murrs responded he was on the way, and a few moments later he pressed the chime to announce his presence.

Tom pulled up the other man's file, "You want me to read him in or you wanna do it?"

"We'll play it by ear. You feel him out and I'll make the call on the fly."

"Yes ma'am. You gonna let him in?" Tom had the words to seal the room perched on the top of his tongue.

"No." she said sarcastically. "I'm going to leave him outside all day." and then she pressed the button to lift the seal and open the door.

"Come on in Commander. Thank you for getting here so quickly."

Alex stepped into the room, and looked at Tom, "Who's he?"

"We'll get to that, computer seal this room to compartmental clearance." The confirmation beep, followed by the darkening of the windows and systems followed. "Carry on, Captain."

"Alex, what I'm about to tell you is classified so deeply, there's not even an official term for it. This information, should it fall into the wrong hands, could not only get a lot of people killed, it could honestly start a war." Miranda said in a very somber tone.

She stood, and walked slowly over near the view-port, then remember it had been darkened, turned and and merely leaned against it.

"Alex," she started again, hoping the familiar term of address would not be offensive, "..Starbase 199 is home to a very special team. They handle threats to the well being of not only the Federation, but also the Klingon Empire and the Romulan Republic. Their existence is only known to about 20 beings, and their identities are known to even fewer."

She paused a moment to let the information sink in. Then went on. "Tom is the XO of that team, and my husband is the CO. For your safety and theirs, I'm not going to tell you who the rest of the team is. But if you someone in Ops wearing a pin like this.." and she opened her hand to reveal Lanc's rank insignia with its blue and red coloring, "..Well their word is as good as mine, no matter what. This whole base is only here to serve as a cover for them to operate out of. What they need, be it a ship, or supplies, or launch clearance, take precedent over everything else. No questions asked. Do you understand?"

Alex looked between her and Tom, "So you're telling me that this entire base is just a pretend base so Starfleet doesn't have to worry about everyone finding out about these guys? And how should I explain this to the crew?"

Tom fielded this question, "To them, we're civilians, here on either diplomatic or business matters. Because of our duties we're allowed access to Ops. That's our cover story. However we don't need you going and blabbing that one either."

"No, it's not pretend. This really is a Starfleet starbase, but it's not a strategic placement. We do very real service to the commercial and Starfleet traffic in the area."

Alex shook his head, "I'm either dreaming or Starfleet has gone insane. I don't understand how this is even possible."

"Is this going to be a problem for you Commander?" Miranda asked with a sinister, almost threatening tone in her voice.

"Ah, no ma'am." Alex said, recognizing that tone.

"Well, alright then. Excellent. You have any other questions?"

"No ma'am." Alex came to attention, "permission to be dismissed?"

"Granted."

 

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