Joint Log | FAdm. Malone & Como. O'Bryan | "Red Fox"

Posted on 241405.02 @ 7:27pm by Fleet Admiral Kerry Malone & Commodore Felicity O'Bryan

Frustration was starting to get to her, of course lack of sleep wasn’t helping that issue. Something wasn’t right, and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out what it was. This new UFP group was screwing things up big time and she, for now, had only been able to go along with it. Of course, part of that reason was she’d now seen what happened to those who hadn’t… or even worse, to those who’d tried to play both sides.

The group was good though, they knew how to keep plans under secret and not give away much. Yet something had been bugging her. The supplies that they had been ordering just didn’t fit with the normal list of supplies that most people would order. They had been too large, one didn’t need things like that for most Starships, even the largest ones. So why the larger orders? Especially considering the fact that they had been pulling older ships out to use.

“Computer, pull up a list of all recent starships sent out.” After a moment the list showed up on her monitor. As she scanned it, brows furrowed a little more. No, that couldn’t have been right, not for the supplies that she’d recently acquired for one of the ships that supposedly were going to be sent out. Maybe she’d been wrong and they were actually going to be splitting the supplies up? No, usually she was in charge of that. And he’d given this group no reason not to trust her.

“Computer, load up supply list 2613. What size ship would that go for?” She had a sinking feeling, but it couldn’t be right… after all the Vesuvius was last tracked as being on the side of Starfleet.

[Computer] “Vesuvius class ship.”

Felicity paled a little as realization kicked in “Computer, clear history of last five questions.”

[Computer] “History cleared.”

With that done, Felicity headed down to find an office that currently wasn’t being used. Slipping in she quickly set the codes to lock things up, a little more work to find out how long ago Helen had been brought out, and even more so how many of the people she’d transferred from other ships were on it. –Crap, was it too late?~ She wondered as she quickly worked to send an encrypted message to Admiral Malone.

= USS Ticonderoga, Klingon Space =

Malone was sitting in his office, pondering recent developments brought to his attention by the USS Pegasus. Using older ships with young, inexperienced crews was a recipe for disaster. The real concern was that these were political zealots who would do almost anything for the party. That kind of fanaticism had been seen throughout history, and it always lead to the worst possible outcomes. Japan in the 1940's. The Jem'Hadar during the Dominion War... fanaticism to a cause was often greater than the value of life...

He was disrupted from his thought process by the incessant beeping of his console, informing him that he had an encrypted message packet coming in for him. The source was Earth, Starfleet Command. That worried him, but he did have his contacts on Earth, and this was the secure frequency he had given one in particular. Contact Red Fox, as he was calling her, so as not to reveal her true identity in case there were spies even here.

He opened the message, and read what she was sending him. Being that she worked in the logistics and personnel division, albeit running it, she was privy to data that wasn't always considered secret or worth scrutiny by those who didn't know better. Shipping manifests, transfer orders, personnel reassignments, supply requisitions. These were vital pieces of intelligence in the right hands.

Her discovery of information relating to a huge supply draw was important news. This meant that the UFP had access to a huge ship class that previous to now, they hadn't. She had isolated the ship type as a Vesuvius class super carrier, and even the destination name of St. Helen.

So, somehow, the UFP government had got their hands on the MCS St. Helen. God knows how they'd managed that, but he didn't have complete control of the SFMC, and it was possible a rogue group took control of the ship. He sent back a message to Red Fox asking her if there were any recent crew transfers or senior personnel assignments of note, specifically destined for the St Helen. Finding out who they might've selected for command of this ship was an important piece of intelligence.

=*= Earth Spacedock =*=

She hadn't stopped doing her research now, knowing that she was onto something O'Bryan knew that she needed to retrace the personal that she'd assigned lately. All where good, though once more something seemed off. One of the names of the ships that she'd assigned a large crew too... it wasn't one of the ones that had been sent out according to the list she'd just looked at.

She looked at the crew list of the USS Arcane. It was heavy in Marines and Security with only a light crew otherwise. Something that she hadn't thought much about before considering they where in war time. But now as she thought about it, that crew was still to big for a Sovereign class ship. Brigadier General Clarke was Commanding it? Why someone so high up when most of the other ships where having to get what many would have classified as 'left overs'

All this was made note of as she worked to locate the USS Arcane. Quick work gave clue that this name was a cover up. Jumping slightly as she received the incoming message, Felicity encrypted the next round of information and left message that she was still digging.

= Back on the Ticonderoga =

The second encrypted packet came through, revealing the name that Red Fox had discovered - Clarke. Another careerist fracker who had pinned his coattails to a political juggernaut and was apparently reaping the rewards of that decision. Hardly a superb tactician, Malone had inherited him from the previous administration. It was apparent that Clarke was no strategist, and hadn't advanced beyond his one star. Taylor hadn't had much nice to say about him during his monthly fit-reps, and had relegated him to be administrator of the marine fleet.

So that was how they'd got a Vesuvius class. That particular run of ships, at present only three existed in the whole fleet, had been assigned to the SFMC for their air arm. Clarke had somehow got his hands on one, and had received a combat command as a reward for his loyalty. Malone sent a copy of the intelligence, somewhat scrubbed of details of who sent it, on to Admiral Hark and General Sharpe. When Taylor and his cohorts arrived, he'd share it with them too.

= End Log =