French Meets Captain

Posted on Wed Sep 26th, 2018 @ 2:30am by Lieutenant Seregon French & Captain Enalia Telvan

Mission: Holographic Horrors
Location: Quarters & Bridge Ready Room
Timeline: Day Two after arrival...

It was 06:30 in the am. Seregon could not sleep. She had been out of uniform for just over two years. The flashbacks had all but stopped and she could barely see his face any more. It would have been bearable if he had lived. But what would her life be like now? She wondered! And even though she was controlling her feeling, it still haunted her, the look on his face when she announced she was Star Fleet and he was under arrest.

Maybe he thought she would hesitate because they had history? After all it was real for him. He wasn’t an undercover security investigator. Had he not just killed a member of her team who was also undercover, there’s a chance she might have flinched. But gunning that poor agent down the way he did without so much as a grimace to express even the slightest amount of concern, no she had to follow through. And when the first shot of the phaser on stun did not stop him. She tapped the phaser to heavy stun. Shooting again. This time knocking him back considerably. But not stopping him enough for her to feel safe. The next adjustment seemed to do the trick. He went down like a sack of that shit he was feeding those his kidnapped hostages.

As she looked down at him. The disgust in her heart made her no longer feel love for him. Only anguish and pain for her fallen agent.

Present Day:

She snapped out of it. Stood up and walked over to the mirror in her quarters. Adjusted herself and mouthed the words. “You got this. “ and she headed for the bridge to find her new Commanding Officer. She had already seen the doctors and counsellors. Now she would report in with a clean bill of health!

7:00am the bridge of the USS Hera. As she entered wearing the uniform of a security operative. She stepped briefly over to the console where the duty Security agent stood. The bridge was a sublime color of Blues and Grays. It looked like the bridge of someplace special. She enquired about the CO and was told she was in. She thanked the man and headed for the COs ready room. She took a deep breath and checked herself. Then she tapped the entry request button.

Enalia looked up from her teacup and desk terminal to her ready room door. She had just sat down and her appointments were already showing up. They were punctual at least. Setting her teacup back down without even sipping at it, she clicked her terminal off.

"Come in," Enalia called, watching the doors slide open to reveal her first appointment for the day. She remembered this face from all the files she'd seen. Lt. Seregon French, wasn't it? Her file read like she had already had a tour on the Hera and here she was... On the Hera...

Smiling, the spotted captain motioned to the chair across from her desk. "Please, have a seat. May I offer you a drink?"

She did as she was instructed; "Thank you Captain, you are very kind. Water will suffice, please!" said French, not missing the reference to her rank, which up until today and her previous meeting with the ship's counselor, she had no idea what it was. But now she knew. Lt. that suited her just fine. With her drink now in hand, she thanked the Captain again and began to speak before the Captain could start with what she anticipated might be a barrage of questions. "Sir, I have completed all my pre-duty screening, but I don't have the outcome of my visit with the ship's counselor. I would guess that you do?" she asked

"First off, you call me sir again and you're going out the nearest airlock. Second off, I haven't gotten anything saying you're unfit for duty so as far as I'm concerned you're good." Enalia had read her records in depth and while the woman before her was certainly not normal Starfleet material... "I've reviewed your records extensively. I assume most captains wouldn't want to take a chance on you, but I think you'll do well on the Hera."

"I'm glad to hear you say that Captain. Because i've been through enough and I'm ready to go." She said without hesitation!

Enalia smiled and clapped her hands together, looking forward to seeing how well her new Sec/Tac Chief did. "Excellent! The security of the ship is in your hands. Considering our missions, Intel tends to be the most important beyond even the safety of the ship itself. Having worked with Intel before, I'm sure that should come as no surprise to you, but we have a few measures in place to keep the data in their department extra secure that you'll probably need to familiarize yourself with. On top of that, we've faced threats that normal phasers haven't been able to stop so your people will need to train on the TR-116C. The armory is fully stocked with them and I'll expect all new transfers to be fully trained by the time we arrive at our next mission site. Any questions so far?"

"No Captain, but if you have any special instructions for me, I am ready to perform my duties to the best of my ability." replied French

"Just be ready to face anything. At this point a medieval dragon isn't out of the question anymore." Sighing, Enalia leaned back in her chair. "So what are your goals and hopes while aboard? Is there anything you want to accomplish?"

"My goals are the same as they have always been. To be the best that I can be and advance upwardly whilst getting the job done to an above average standard. I give my all at everything I do." said French wondering what all the padds were on her desk and if one of them was from the Ships Counselor.

Enalia scratched at her head as she considered the woman's reply. "That was rather generic... Well, if you don't have anything for me, just worry about settling in and getting your department straight until our next mission briefing comes down."

Seregon wanted the Captain to see that she was really ready for this, but all that came out was jibberish. She did not know what the out come was from the counselor but she did know that it couldn't have been terrible if the Captain was ready to let her go to work. "Damn it! I'm sorry Captain, you deserve a better answer than that. Look, I'm not your average everyday run of the mill officer. I have skills. And I'm ready. I've been down for too damned long and I'm passionate about this new assignment. I want you to know that you can have faith in me because I've prove in the past I can get the job done. If I couldn't I would not waste your time. Have you any orders for me at this time other than just do my job?" She asked with a fire burning inside her.

Enalia couldn't help but chuckle softly. "If I thought you were an average officer, you'd be on another ship right now." Then she turned grim and leaned forward on her desk. "I need someone that can step over other officers from other ships that tried to come in peace and failed. Someone that knows the value of negotiating with a phaser rather than a kind word when those that came before her are laying dead at her feet. If I thought you were a run of the mill officer, I guarantee you would not have set foot on my ship because if you hesitate for even a nanosecond, you or someone under you will die."

Leaning back in her chair, Enalia paused a bit before continuing. "As for our next assignment, it likely involves a being that claims to be a literal god. After dealing with the Q and Prophets, Starfleet deems these beings far less capable but more dangerous as some of them tend to be a bit more... violent. In a few days we should have a full briefing from Intel, but for now just worry about making sure everyone is fully trained and ready for anything."

"I'll get it done, so help me, I'll get it done. Thank you for the opportunity." And she locked her heels and came to the position of attention.

"Excellent. Dismissed." Enalia simply nodded as the woman seemed motivated enough.

French nodded and excecuted an about face and departed the room.