Day 13 [0800 hrs.] Intricacies of Delegation
DAY 13 [0800 HRS.] INTRICACIES OF DELEGATION
“Your position never gives you the right to command. It only imposes on you the duty of so living your life that others can receive your orders without being humiliated.”
― Dag Hammarskjold
[ Captain Ives | Ready Room | Deck 01 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Ellen Fitz
Staring out through the viewport of his Ready Room, Jien took a deep breath. "Thank you, V-Nine. Dismissed."
"Of course, Captain. I... wish I'd come with better news." Hearing the newly appointed Chief Surgeon retreat, with the quiet whirring of her stride and her metal feet tapping against the deck plates, Jien was left alone with his thoughts.
The news in question ought to have been expected, given the state in which Lieutenant Commander Rutherford had been found aboard the shuttle. Over the course of the past four days, during which the Chief Diplomatic Officer had been in stasis and evaluated for some kind of miraculous surgical intervention, the outcome thereof had been an unknown. The Surgical Android, whom had gained sapience by the Synthesis Code, had thus far preformed great feats in restoring the health of officers that had been in medical stasis for several months, utilising technical and medicinal solutions that were unknown to Starfleet Medical. Perhaps unfairly so, the expectations of the android's performance had been too elevated, and some may have begun to think that V-Nine could do the impossible, but as he stood there and looked at Qo'noS surface... Jien had just learned that some injuries were beyond her.
Since that fateful day in which Jien had lost both his Chief Intelligence Officer and the Head of the ship's Diplomatic Corps, the highest ranking officer among the diplomats had been Lieutenant Enyd Madsen, so she had effectively taken over Rutherford's duties from the start. As Assistant Chief, Madsen had preformed admirably, especially given the hard blow dealt by the news about Samantha. Preparations for travelling to the RNZ and making that rendezvous with Chancellor Martok were still underway, and Donatra's forces were expected to reach the Klingon border in one week. Until then, all diplomatic options had to be explored, all contingency plans made for the political fallout if Martok and Donatra fail to strike an accord. There was also the Reman factor to take into consideration, and whether or not they might aid in confronting Donatra's fleets.
In relation to the political situation evolving around Romulus declaration of war, Jien had tried to negotiate with the Voice in establishing some manner of communication with Commander Dewitt on Breen, but so far the Savi had been unforthcoming in that regard. With Thea locked out of the subspace relay network of the Federation's, and there being no reliable way to communicate with the Breen Confederacy from Qo'noS - at least in no way yet provided to them by the Klingons - Jien had no way of knowing how successful Dewitt was in both keeping the Breen out of the development, and also aiding them in dealing with any Infested among their ranks. Jien's hope was that the Diplomatic Corps would be able to negotiate with House K'Tal about securing a subspace comms connection with the Confederacy, despite the history between the Klingons and the Breen during the Dominion War. Or, that they would finally get the Voice to find a loophole in the Code that would allow the Savi to use their Flotilla, but the refusal was made on the account that they were in the middle of a civil war, and that the Savi had a specific aversion towards establishing any kind of affiliation with the Breen Confederacy.
In fact, Jien had got the impression that Echtand - the Voice - had found his personal request insulting... emphasising the epithet of 'Aspect-Maker' when giving his denial for some reason.
All things considered, Jien knew what he had to do. "Thea, could you please summon Lieutenant Madsen to my ready room?"
[Aye, Captain.]
TEN MINUTES LATER
By the time the chirp was heard from the door, Jien had changed to her female form, and she was reading a report on a PADD at her desk. Thoughtfully, she put the data tablet containing the service record of the visitor away and stood up, adjusting her jacket. The personal account from Admiral Anderson had been more detailed, but Jien had already read that when the officer came aboard the Theurgy.
“Enter,” she said, and the sliding doors parted to show Lieutenant Enyd Isolde Madsen. Jien smiled faintly to her and gestured towards the sitting area. “How are you, Lieutenant?”