Small Steps ... Looking Beyond Disaster ... Apr 12, 2020 22:15:06 GMT
Post by Nia Lemond on Apr 12, 2020 22:15:06 GMT
Current Velocity of Starbase: 408,051 kilometers per hour ...
Distance to aCen System: 131,835,662 kilometers ...
Command Center ::
Over the last two and half hours, Commander Peter Campbell and the Engineers had managed not only to reorientate the Starbase so it was actually falling back towards the Galactic Plane but had also been able to continue their deceleration. It was nothing short of a miracle that they hadn't gone careening into the depths of interstellar space ..... There was still no viable explanation at to what happened: Had there been sabotage of one or more of the systems, had an explosive device been utilized to damage beyond repair various systems, had the crisis been an unfortunate and unforeseen failure of one or more of the systems controlling the Impulse engines, had the damage sustained during their original crisis finally come back to bite them. At this point in time, it was impossible to say, their attention being focused on repair than investigation, which was the most frustrating of situations for Nia Lemond .....
She couldn't help but prowl around the Command Center like a caged tiger awaiting imminent release from its cage. She had ordered a complete lockdown of the Starbase, all emergency bulkheads had slammed into place, trapping Starfleet Officers and Civilians throughout the length of the earlier open areas. Now the Command Center was being flooded with complaints and demands for release from their unexpected confinement, until finally, after an hour she had instructed that all such calls be redirected to a group of Junior Officers away from the hub of activity.
Three people she wanted to ignore yet couldn't, were the three Officers she had instructed be detained as having possible involvement in their situation. Twice a young Lieutenant had approached her with demands and threats from John Burr, the Aide she believed could be involved, Adams too had been outspoken about his situation and that of hers pending the Section Admirals' return. The only one remaining uncharacteristically quiet was the mysterious Alex Tamarov.
"Are the three of them still in our offices?" Nia asked Erin, her Adjutant.
"Yes, I'm surprised you can't hear their ranting," Nia nodded then informed the Starbase Duty Officer, Commander Lek, that she was leaving the floor but not the Command Center, and that he should call her if there are further issues ..... Walking over to the Intelligence Offices she entered, seeing the three Officers being held in the small rooms off the main office, each was facing down one of her Officers while the aforementioned Aides were trying in vain to attract the attention of pretty much anyone that would listen, which unfortunately for them was no-one.
"Close those doors," Lemond ordered, "I've already got a headache without their contributions," the doors slid silently shut, cutting off all sound within, the momentary silence was more than welcome, then she headed for the first door. The Security Officer opened the door and she stepped into the non-stop ranting of John burr. She stood completely still until the man realized he was getting nowhere and shut the hell up!
"Before you start ranting again Commander, you are being held under investigation into possible terrorism charges being brought against both you and your associates," Nia said calmly, folding her arms while Burr's rant began anew. Once he fell silent again she continued, "Of course, should we find no conclusive evidence against you you will of course be released with our thanks for your co-operation,"
"Your 'FINISHED' Lemond," Burr spat, stepping forward glaring at her. He never saw the clenched fist from Ray Stoner that slammed into his throat behind his ear, dropping him almost unconsciously to the carpeted deck, Nia held up a hand and waited while Burr shakily clambered to his feet before dropping into the chair. She stood, her back against the wall while the man before her fought with himself as to how to proceed. Several times he had to close his eyes as the blood flow, momentarily stemmed from the blow, began to stabilize allowing him to raise his head without wanting to pass out.
"This will go a lot easier 'Mister' Burr if you were to co-operate, give us the information we need. If you were coerced into aiding a rebel faction then say so, although, if you would like to admit culpability for the attempted destruction of Federation property, then that's fine too of course," Burr risked an almost involuntary side-on glance at the Intel' Officer looming over him and remained stolidly mute, "No matter... I do believe Commander Adams is being more co-operative with my Colleague, so we may not need your testimony at any forthcoming trial." she said, turning away before tapping lightly on the door, which slid aside.
"You can't do this," Burr said, clearly subdued as he shied away from the hovering Stoner.
"Let me assure you of something Mister Burr if you would... Regardless of future situations, I will guarantee you something: If you choose not to co-operate with this investigation, and it is subsequently found that you were indeed involved, in whole or part, I give you my wholehearted assurance that you will never see the light of day again. I will personally seal you in a room with a toilet and nothing else for the rest of your life, food will be transported in, you will never see another living being until your demise." she smiled, leaving before he could fabricate a retort.
"A little over the top don't you think?" Erin asked, "He 'has' to know you have nowhere near the authority to carry out your threats,"
"Maybe he does, but it'll give him something to mull over... Besides, he wouldn't be the first person to 'disappear' under unexplained circumstances, would he," Nia grinned, "Now, shall we go speak to Mister Adams?"
"Commander Lek wants you on the Command Floor when your done torturing, of course," her Adjutant informed her with a perfect poker face expression.
"Fine," Nia said, feigning disappointment as she left the offices.
"Commander?" she said as she approached Lek.
"Admiral, it appears we suffered less damage than first thought... We have stabilizing engines that have now been realigned, and we are utilizing orbital thrusters working to maintain heading. Commander Campbell informed me that the misalignment was programmed into the system, he will need some time to establish where and how it was accomplished, but fears we may never identify the individual or individuals responsible for the reprogramming. He is remaining on Level Thirty-Eight for the time being to oversee repairs where needed."
"Thank you, Commander..." she said, her relief palpable, "How long before wae are back on heading?"
"We should reach the outer edge of the aCen Star System in twenty-one hours approximately, barring no further, delays," Lek was clearly hesitating and she felt he had more to say, coaxing him to do so she waited patiently. Lek led her away from the main consoles to an area less populated, "Admiral, It is not my place, but I feel you should be aware that Admiral Basirov has relayed details of our, predicament, to Section Admiral Gheskori,"
"Wow... That man just can't pass up an opportunity can he!" she said, shaking her head.
"Indeed, Admiral," the Duty Officer agreed. Nia dismissed him back to his duties then headed up the ramp to the Mezzanine Level. Once in her office, she sat behind her desk contemplating recent events, inwardly fighting the self-doubt that sometimes reared its ugly head: Yes, she was new to her rank and position, but in her opinion, she hadn't overstepped her authority in any way in trying to deal with their situation quickly and efficiently. Of course, Section Admiral Gheskori, and indeed Fleet Admiral Torek, may both have other opinions, but that was their prerogative, as the saying goes. Her position, and indeed the role of Starfleet's Intelligence Division was essentially autonomous, but she like everyone else, had to answer to someone, be it the Section Admiral, Starfleet Command, or the Federation President. Satisfied she was acting within her remit, and in the interests of the Federation, she relaxed somewhat, the doubt evaporating ..........