Post by David Tan on Jun 8, 2019 22:21:52 GMT
Office of the Director of Intelligence
Mezzanine - Level Eight
SD: 2405.03.0607 - 08:30 hrs ::
The heads of Starfleet Intelligence had gathered for their weekly briefing in Admiral Lemond's office ....
"Things are pretty quiet." David was saying, hoping he wasn't tempting fate.
"Nothing further from the dissident factions ?" Nia asked, helping herself to one of the cups of coffee supplied by her Adjutant.
"We are keeping an eye on half a dozen of her lower echelon members ...." Elena answered, "But I thing whatever spark they had has well and truly fizzled out."
"OK, well let's keep them under moderate surveillance for the time being, it's not like we're currently overrun with assignments." Lemond replied.
"The Ferengi on Beta Promenade are up to their old tricks again." Elena de Luca added, "Security have had a number of complaints ... Rigged gaming tables, extortionate fees to book their holo-suits, nothing unusual there, but maybe someone could pay them a visit, warn them we're watching."
"According to reports, Security have dragged the proprietor of the Ferengi bar, erm, Orpk ....." Nia began, looking up the relevant data before continuing, "..... Brought in several times for violations, maybe it's time we put our proverbial foot down, showed him he can't simply trade as he pleases with no regard for regulations ?"
"He's kind of set himself up as the unofficial 'leader' of the Ferengi Community since we moved location. All but 'demanded' a place at the Command Council table at one point." Elena added.
"Well that's not going to happen ... He can't do anything to hurt us or the Station. Let's give him a very public visit. Nothing heavy-handed, but speak with him in the bar, not in some back room where he can twist the conversation to his liking." Lemond ordered. She got up to refill her cup. She hadn't missed the fact that she was drinking more coffee of late, and wondered if it was all down to her new position, "OK, next item ?"
"There's a rumour going around that we have discovered a means to get home ...." Captain Komin of the Intelligence vessel El Alamein said.
"Oh ?" Nia replied.
"Yes, one of my crew overheard two Technicians talking about the 'wormhole' to the Sol System."
"Bloody hell, what happened to keeping secrets ?" Nia Lemond asked rhetorically, "We 'ARE' supposed to be keeping information on a need to know basis, or am I mistaken. Any idea as to 'where' this information originated ?"
"It's obviously someone who had access to the data. You can't blame them Admiral, this is our third year out here and we've made practically zero progress on finding a means to get home." David commented.
"Alright, let's try to put a lid on the rumours for the time being. With Section Admiral Gheskori and Admiral Savot out on mission, we don't want to stir up any disruption ....." Admiral Lemond ordered, glancing at Fleet Admiral Torek, "..... And whatever happens let's not let our friendly Ferengi get wind of the rumours, the last thing we need is him demanding access to the great Ferengi treasury so he can start charging for passage through this as yet unsubstantiated way home."
The meeting went on for another hour before Nia allowed everyone to leave, Fleet Admiral Torek held back a little:
"So how you settling in ?" he asked once the room had cleared, trying not to grin.
"I don't suppose we gave come across any 'resurrection technology' on our travels ?" Nia asked with a sigh, as she looked at the ever-growing stack of PADD's on her rapidly vanishing desk.
"You do know that Commander Paquin could keep most of this off your desk I suppose ?" Carl commented, nodding toward the pile, "Sato only got what he needed in front of him ...." he finished with a grin as he left.
"Elise ....." Nia shouted as the ornate door closed. Her Adjutant entered from her office:
"You really do need to relax a little when we're alone Elise. So, let's set some ground rules shall we .........." Nia said with a smile ..........