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Day 34 [1100 Hours] An Unfortunate Mishap
[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Deck 15, Stellar Cartography | USS Theurgy, Vector 3 ] Attn: @Swift 

Daniel was standing inside the Stellar Cartography room, mapping out TacCONN patrol routes of the system, he had a plan to ask Commander Ravon for permission to take a patrol further out of the immediate area but first he needed to know where all the patrol routes had been.  It seemed that most of the routes had stayed near the docks with only a few going out on a wider patrol.  Daniel's ultimate goal was to present to Commander Ravon that a patrol that had a wider net could potentially help both the Aldeans with security and help the Lone Wolves bond more, especially if they ran into some pirates.  Part of the Daniel's problem was that the patrols were dull, he understood that not typically a patrol was meant to provide a security screen, to prevent incidents from happening, but Daniel had grown accustomed to combat sorties and while it had been nice to have a break he was getting anxious to get back into combat to hone his skills.

A simulator could only help so much, it just wasn't the same, there was no adrenaline spike, no stress, no feeling of excitement, you either scored or you failed; Fate didn't linger in a simulation.  He looked down at the PADD in his hand and then back at the holographic three-dimensional layout and found a couple of spots that looked like good spots for pirates to lie in wait, he began to plot out a flight plan that went near there.  He watched the Starfleet insignia which represented his Flight, which was down to three since Meony was on medical leave with no return in sight, he updated the patrol with the new coordinates and watched as they took three trips around the docks, then turned towards the new coordinates, he added in another set of coordinates which took them around the planet and back to the Theurgy itself, now all he needed to do was present it to Commander Ravon and get him to sign off on it.

As he turned to leave he looked back at the holo-screen.  "Computer, access the ship's historical archives."  He said hearing an affirmative chirp.  "Display Mars, circa 2349."  He said as the computer responded and his homeworld appeared.  He accessed the controls and rotated the planet until he found his homeland, the Domes of Ouranos and Daedalus.  He could see the fringe homesteads of the Daedalia Planum, the Anti-Matter Missile Range that sat between the two domes, and the Memorial of the Khans, where his people revered the Great Khan and the other Augments that his people tried to emulate.  He stared at the holographic image for some time, thinking about the home he could never return to.
Defeat, Genocide; why quibble with semantics.

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Re: Day 34 [1100 Hours] An Unfortunate Mishap
Reply #1
[ Lt. Cmdr. Andrew Fisher | Stellar Cartography | Deck 15 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Havenborn

It was only four-days into the Operation aimed at disrupting the flow of orders, and communication between elements of Starfleet Command, and already the data syphons that PWO Ravenholm and Lieutenant Anh-Le had developed were filling the archive with hundreds of documents worth review. As such, The Chief Intelligence Officer, Andrew Fisher had been pouring through them as quickly as he possibly could in the hopes of finding any truly actionable intel that could be forwarded onto the Captain for consideration. Of course the Central Intelligence Suite had offered a number of terminals and holo-imagers that made the process somewhat easier, but with one particular document, Fisher needed a wider scope; he could take that document and punch it up into one of the ship's holodecks, but that would deprive those facilities from individuals that needed recreation. Thankfully, Theurgy provided access to the perfect facility for what he had in mind, a Stellar Cartography laboratory on Deck 15.

[Deck 15. Stellar Cartography is directly ahead.] Thea guided Fisher as he stepped off of a turbolift.

"Thank you, Thea." The CIO responded in kind, having become quite familiar with the ship's AI, and her ability to point him in the right direction, as he was still getting to know the layout since coming aboard.

As Fisher made his way down the corridor, he passed by a number of science personnel as they were making their respective ways too and from the various science labs that ran along on either side of said hallway. Some knew who he was, yet others still hadn't familiarized themselves with the newest additions to the crew, and honestly, Fisher liked it that way. Anonymity was often times, a spy's best friend. Still, he offered a few cordial nods as they went by, and could see that a few had indeed recognized him, though they were more than a little uneasy being in his vicinity. Given what he'd learned of the ship's previous Chief of Intelligence, Commander Trent, he understood their reticence at his presence.

Nearing the end of the corridor before it split in either direction, Fisher pressed a finger against the console near the door that led into Stellar Cartography and saw that someone else had already been accessing the laboratory. In truth, Fisher was a little early for his registered time slot of 11:30 hours, but he figured that whoever had chosen the slot before his, wouldn't mind him waiting for the lab to become available. Especially considering the doors to the lab had been left unsecured, which meant whatever they were reviewing was likely non-confidential.

"Martian, eh?" Fisher asked innocently as he stepped in through the doorway, approaching the perch that hung out in the center of the rounded holo-imagining facility.

"I'm Commander Fisher." He introduced himself, holding out a hand to offer a handshake. "Nice to meet you, Lieutenant?"
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Re: Day 34 [1100 Hours] An Unfortunate Mishap
Reply #2
[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Deck 15, Stellar Cartography | USS Theurgy, Vector 3 ] Attn: @Swift 

Daniel was surprised by the unfamiliar voice.  He turned and saw the rank pins and stood at attention, resisting the urge to throw up a salute, seeing his homeland had reminded him of his military upbringing and while Starfleet wasn't a military organization it was the closest the Federation got.  As the officer offered his hand for a handshake Daniel extended his own hand, grasping the other officers hand.  He remained at attention however as unlike his meeting with Commander Rutherford this was a more formal of setting and he wasn't sure what this Commander Fisher's intentions were yet.

As Daniel released the mans hand he spoke.  "Lieutenant Daniel Havenborn, callsign Salvo, Tac-CONN Pilot, 3rd Flight Leader."  He introduced himself to the Lieutenant Commander Fisher.  The man wore command red, so and had the rank of a senior officer so he was likely a department head of some kind.  Commander Rutherford was the new Chief Diplomatic Officer, but he hadn't really heard of some other new department head, maybe CONN or Intelligence, he'd make a note to find out later.  "Did you need the lab early sir?"  Daniel asked as he assumed the man had been coming to use the lab.
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Re: Day 34 [1100 Hours] An Unfortunate Mishap
Reply #3
[ Lt. Cmdr. Andrew Fisher | Stellar Cartography | Deck 15 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Havenborn

With a sturdy grip, the Chief Intelligence Officer afforded Havenborn the due respect of a solid handshake. It was an old tradition, and something of an old practice that sometimes allowed you to gauge the character of another man by the manner in which he reacted it. Though, it wasn't exactly an intuitive thing ability. It came with practice. You needed to summarily analyze someone in an instant, and later compare and contrast that analysis with a more in-depth evaluation of them. So, when this young Lieutenant immediately seemed to snap-to in an attentive manner, it spoke to a stern upbringing, and his strong grasp spoke to a confident individual. Perhaps he'd derived from a family of tradition, and honor, Fisher considered. Making a mental note, the CIO would think to look up the personnel file of the Lieutenant when the opportunity next presented itself.

"At ease, Lieutenant." He sought to disarm the need to stand on tradition. Fisher respected the need for formality at time, but whenever he could, he preferred to play things light.

"Lieutenant Commander Fisher." His introductions were often short, and to the point, as he'd discovered years earlier, that an air of mysteriousness leant itself to his effectiveness as a spy. "No, sorry. I just arrived a little early, and when I saw that the lab hadn't been locked down, assumed that perhaps the time-slot ahead of me had been either vacant, or had already finished usage." His green-eyes trailed over the impressive holographic vault that was the Theurgy's state-of-the-art Stellar Cartography Laboratory. It was another in a long line of astounding facilities that made this ship something of a dream posting for any Starfleet Officer, at least were it not for the whole rogue status thing, and the plethora of enigmatic enemies that sought to eliminate it at every possible turn.

"I apologize if I'm interrupting. I can leave if you'd like?" He raised an eyebrow, truly expressing a wish to remain amenable.
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