Day 01 [1600 hrs.] Focal Point
Day 01 [1600 hrs.] Focal Point
Captain's Log, stardate 57505.34. In three hours, we will have entered the Azure Nebula, and the time to regroup and find our way forward. As I go through the reports, no matter how I look at it, the mission as been a complete failure. Unless we can learn the decryption key to the simulcast, the whole of the Federation is now thinking that we are exactly the kind of traitors and terrorists Starfleet Command and the media have claimed we've been from the start. Between ourselves and the Asurians, we don't know how many Starfleet officers died in the battle... not to mention the warp core detonation inside Starbase 84.
Which, judging by the sensor logs, could only have been caused by the Resolve's Aerowing shuttle. It's all hearsay at this point, but some claim that it was Captain Kendrick who had commandeered the small ship and attacked the EOC tower. Given the fact that the survivors of the Resolve's crew are aboard, it is unknown what may come of that knowledge. If it was Kendrick's ship that detonated inside the base, I do not know what the reaction from the Resolve's crew may be.
Somehow, we lost Sonja Acreth through a temporal breach on Vector 02. She was the only parasitically joined individual we could study. This makes things more difficult since we cannot secure a means to deal with them in a non-lethal way, and the only proof we have left is the recording of her in the brig. This recording is something that the Resolve's crew needs to see in order to understand our mission, and to join the fight for the truth. A fight, which now may be in question.
Jona Rez - despite his despicable nature - raised a couple of points that might deter the crew from seeing this through. He urged for a silent approach, and even I can see how many of the crew would chose that path merely in order to avoid the risk of a Federation civil war. A war that is inevitable at this point, but one which I had meant to end before it even began with the evidence contained in the simulcast. Now, Jona Rez named us Romulan defectors even more effectively than Starfleet Command could. We are now forsaken, and unless we get the decryption key, no one might heed our word. We are, undoubtedly, worse off now than when we arrived at Starbase 84.
Until we reach the Azure Nebula, and can stand down from battle stations, the rumours of what truly happened during the battle will spread all over the ship. So, in the wake of this catastrophic failure of a mission, I know my Captaincy may be questioned by either of the crews.When we are in the clear, I will have to address them all, and try to make them understand. Yet as I sit here...
...I have no idea how to make them fight on, when we were so close... and lost so many.
- Captain Jien Ives, Commanding Officer, USS Theurgy
[ Captain Jien Ives | CO Ready Room| Deck 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: CanadianVet & Brutus (Info for all)
After finishing his log entry, Captain Jien Ives sat quietly by his desk. He felt numb.
After Stellar Cartography had reported no pursuers within ten lightyears behind them, Ives had let the ship stand down to Yellow Alert, and ceded his chair to Commander Trent. He had withdrawn to his Ready Room to collect his thoughts, sort out all the things that had been reported to him. He had been reading on his armrest, issuing orders about priorities to Stark and speaking with Engineering to know just how bad things looked. He still waited for O'Connell to come up to Deck 01 and give the full report in person, but he let the man take his time about it. He was needed down there.
Yet as he sat there, Thea's hum permeating the eerie silence of defeat, Jien could not help the anger that rose in him like bile in his throat. He slowly got to his feet, walked over to the glass cabinet that held the starship models of the legacy that led up to Thea's construction. Vastly different ships lending to the final achievement. The Prometheus-class at there, the Intrepid, along with the Sovereign-class and the Odyssey-class, which had been commissioned after the Theurgy but still shared the same overall hull composition.
When he reached the glass cabinet, he struck it with the full force of his mimicked frame.
Breathing hard, not from exertion but in ire, he watched the glass clatter over the floor, the golden models toppled over. A second strike cleaved all the glass shelves. A third toppled the cabinet over entirely. Somehow, he was still in control, the cold fury inside rendering his face into stone. The senseless destruction was his focal point, so that he could shed his anger into it. Compartmentalise it. Only when the cabinet settled, he took a deep breath.
"Thea," he said quietly, upper lip still curled. "Would you please ask Mister Trent to join me."
[Yes, Captain.]
To rid the cuts from his hand, and as if trying to sequence out his anger, he changed... into her female form. When Trent arrived, she leaned against the edge of her desk, arms folded underneath her chest. Jaws clenched, she met the Commander's eye. The look being like a kick in the teeth to most, she would still any notion that they were going to speak about the pile of glass and wood that had been the cabinet.
"Would you kindly tell me the precautions that we took to ensure that Jona Rez would not have access to any sensitive systems aboard this ship," she said, voice low and eyes unblinking, "and what kind of security systems were supposed to keep Sonja Acreth from getting out of her holding cell?"
OOC: You will recognise the log entry at the top since I moved it here instead, it being more fitting. CV, recommend having Trent ceding the chair to Stark. This may turn into a Prologue thread instead depending on development.