To Be Determined - Fleet Admiral Cerywyn's SB CO Duty Log - Title Not Yet Set

Posted on 241707.21 @ 2:20am by Fleet Admiral Cerywyn

Mission: Reconciliation & Reconstruction [Fleet Plot]
Location: SB Versailles
Timeline: SD 241707.20

OOC: The Starfleet Command website had my rank wrong. I was promoted to Fleet Admiral by Thomas in October 2015. This is our current mission plot log


Commander Pete Birt. . . Cerywyn absently rubbed the bridge of her nose as she read through his file. He’d joined the USS Endeavour on 240106.28 as a nurse. He’d come along way since then, it would seem. It was always hard to believe it when cadets grew into officers in their own right. She shook her head slightly. Somehow, she suddenly felt old. {{You’re still a child....}} she heard in that silent voice in her head. She retorted with a mental sigh that could only be noted by that same silent voice. Her thoughts drifted here and there as she thought about the crew between that moment and now. . .Lt. Calem Hugh, Commander Anastacia Koss, Lt. Donos Karen, Ens. Martin Thomas....Commader R’Rowla...names that rose to pass fleetingly through her painful thoughts. She chuckled as she remembered Mr. Birt’s transfer from medical to tactical. It’s not the strangest she’s ever had to do but it was an adjustment he handled well and evidently the transfer had been a good one as he’d advanced through the ranks of Starfleet to have his own command. She closed the file and turned her attention back to the data that the computer had related to the region of space where his ship had been found by the Captain J’Radk and his crew. She was still waiting on that report but she realized that was her own impatience. They hadn’t even been docked all that long yet and she knew he’d have to debrief Admiral Korin before both of them reported to her.

She quickly scanned through the Federation science database and cross-referenced with Starfleet and Klingon records. Before things had deteriorated with the Romulans, she’d have had access to their files to...and she could still access those records that had been archived but nothing from the last few years. She frowned slightly as something caught her eye. The more she read the more the frown deepened. It was entirely possible of course, but she didn’t think anyone would like the news. She tapped the file –OMEGA - ignoring the huge red lettering that said “classified”. She typed in the access code to override the data. Funny – to be reading a classified document of which you were part of the making of. . .She let her gaze fall to the date. . .240112.01. That was the day that events had come to a head. Za’Kal had been defeated and at least one OMEGA base destroyed. The attempt had been costly for the Whitestar, for Col. Boyington and his crew on the Angel. . .for all of them. She sighed. She glanced at the name Kieran and blinked back a tear. How could you mourn for one who was dead before she was dead again. Cerywyn shook away the dreary thought... {{because you know she’s not dead....}} came that silent voice. {{I wish you’d be quiet. I’m still not sure of all this. . .}} There was a pause and she could sense him thinking. {{Were you this difficult a pupil for Bremman?}} Cerywyn’s lips curved into a tilted smirk. {{Ask him yourself}} and with that Cerywyn through up an internal mental shield that she knew her ‘teacher’ wouldn’t violate. There are rules, after all. {{Rules.... you....::laughter fills her thoughts}} Somehow she could picture the little man in his garish hodge podge of robes doubled over in laughter. She chose to ignore it.

Za’Kal, a Vulcan who exuded absolute evil, he along with several others had been at the heart of the 2399 Insurrection – a mutiny from within like a disease that abscessed and boiled over. It had left a taint in the Federation and Starfleet Command. He escaped and it was later learned that he’d disappeared into subspace, a safe haven for the Omega. In 2401 Za’Kal had made the mistake of sticking his head out of hiding. When it was all said and done, Za’Kal and the base at which he’d been hiding had all been destroyed by the sentient ship Guardian Angel under the command of Colonel Boyington, a man out of his time at just the right moment in time and aided by the Whitestar and then FCapt Korin. With Za’Kal’s demise and the destruction of one of their bases, the Omega threat seemed to have been dealt with. Now, looking at all the available data, Cerywyn wasn’t so sure. They’d known then that there were other bases but the Federation wasn’t in any position to take on a subspace species like the Omega. The Federation and Starfleet Command had come out of the 2399 insurrection badly damaged and it had taken them several years and more losses than anyone wanted to remember. For a while it was as if they all went from one crisis to another. Over time, ships were rebuilt, new enemies and allies encountered and life moved on. The problem with time was that it often dulled ones senses the more far removed one was from an event. They were all very different people now. One thing Cerywyn was sure of. If it was the Omega they’d had the last 15 years or so to watch; to wait, to learn, to prepare and if the destruction that the non-aligned worlds and the border defense network had encountered was any indication - their preparations were nearly complete and the Federations were perhaps woefully not.

The last two years had been a difficult time in the Federation with the Romulan Empire flexing their muscles as they were want to do from time to time. They’d been defeated but at a cost – there was always a cost. Relations between the Federation and Romulans was once again tenuous at best. The Klingon Empire had managed to hold its own and neither gained nor lost territory to the Romulans and resulting events had made them a bit more xenophobic and diplomatic relations with the Federation were icy and carefully handled. No one wanted an all out war. No one was fully prepared for one. Versailles bore witness to the three empires one time good will toward one another. Even now, though empty, Versailles maintained the Romulan and Klingon offices to honor the treaty that had resulted in the establishment of Versailles years ago – a joint collaboration of the three empires and a gesture of what was possible if all three worked together.

There wasn’t enough data yet to determine if the destruction being caused along the border was really being caused by the Omega. Information was what they needed. She grimaced and tapped the console. She input necessary clearance codes and waited. After an interminable amount of time a face finally appeared on screen.

“Well, I didn’t think I’d ever hear from you again. . . “ said the all too masculine voice.

Cerywyn inclined her head slightly. “You know what they say about bad penny’s on Earth right. . . They always manage to turn up.”

“Tsk, tsk...You rang me, remember. That makes you the penny.”

“Ok, we’ve bantered long enough. You’ll remember what you were, what you are and what you’ll always be?”

He grimaced. “Whether I like it or not. Whose side am I on this time.”

She shook her head. “At the moment, mine.”

He raised an eyebrow at that. “Ok, you’ve managed to pique my curiosity. When do I leave.”

She smirked. “Yesterday. The SSS Golden Hawke with a full crew should be in orbit around your location in the hour. Return to orbit around Versailles but in full stealth mode. Sensors on Versailles should pick up nothing. The Legion might but I’ll take care of them. You’ll have another SSS ship joining you. I’ll meet with both of you once you’re both where I can get my hands on you.”

“Aren’t you taking a risk that I’ll fade into nothingness once I’m on board.”

“You know better, Nick. This is serious. Beginning an end serious.”

There was a brief flash of acknowledgement on his face. “Understood, Admiral.” She tapped the console and the screen went black.

She leaned back in her chair. She hated not knowing. Not knowing got people, planets and entire species in trouble. Not knowing is how disasters happened. Not knowing . . .was sometimes inevitable.

Just then her console blinked letting her know Lt. Grace was buzzing through.

“Yes, Lt.?” she asked.

“I’ve just put through a file. Versailles seems to be the place Starfleet wants to be. “Col. Aixa Iru and the MCS-Miramar will be arriving within the next 24-48 hours.”

“Hmm....first we were all out here with our proverbial pants down and now I’ve got to figure out where to put them all.” She sighed quietly. “They’re a replacement MEU. Versailles had a marine compliment previously. The added presence isn’t really going to do anything but round out our strength. I’ll want to speak to the Colonel when he arrives. His troops can be assigned the barracks the marines were previously assigned to.” She stopped. In an effort to make sure she kept the station commands in the loop she told Grace to relay the news of the arrival of the MEU to strategic operations, her XO, security and wing command.

“Anyone else?” asked Grace. Cerywyn thought for a moment. “Notify Lt. Dawes as well. I’m sure her engineering team will need to make adjustments to power allocations. Dr. Tambrey will also need everyone’s medical records transferred ...She may have her hands full with the Jarrod’s wounded but let’s keep her in the loop none-the-less.

“Ack” came Grace’s reply over the comm link followed by silence. Cerywyn knew Grace would dot the I’s and cross the t’s.

It didn’t take long before the Admiral’s thoughts turned back to the Jarrod, the non-aligned worlds and the utter destruction that had so far been wreaked . . . Well, there was no help for going backward. All they could do now was examine the chessboard and consider their options. She had a feeling their days of ‘quiet’ were coming to an end.