Day 11 [0830 hrs.] Thinking About Your Past, You Miss the Present
“Thinking about your past, you miss the present.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov
[ Captain Ives | Ready Room | Deck 01 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Pierce
As Captain Ives stood by the viewport of his ready room, he was thinking about a conversation he’d had with Andrew Fisher. In retrospect, it was the most personal interaction he’d had with him since he came aboard.
Fisher had been taken hostage by House Mo’Kai during a mission in which an infiltration team had boarded the Ta’Rom and planted a virus in the Klingon ship’s communication system - a virus that served to hijack outgoing correspondence and sending data about the many dishonourable things that Gorka, son of Margon, had done. After his capture, he had been brought to a compound on Qo’noS, where his torture had continued. Ives had come to sickbay to speak with Fisher as soon as he could and Medical said their patient was ready to receive visitors. Fisher had been patched up, and if there were any lingering mental scars from the trauma, they had not been apparent whilst they talked.
Starfleet Intelligence knows how to train their officers... he thought, not referring to himself even though he clearly remembered his own years at the Farm.
That had been over a week ago, a week dedicated to repairing the Theurgy and ensuring that they were ready to meet the Romulan threat at the Klingon border. Martok had left Qo’noS with a mighty fleet, but with Thea having the Quantum Slipstream drive, Jien meant to give the order and join the High Chancellor when the fleet was already present at the RNZ. Until then, there were still matters to attend, not just in terms of repairs and upgrades of critical systems, but also matters like the present one.
Andrew Fisher had been killed by House Mo’Kai separatists, Klingons that refused to acknowledge Mickayla’s leadership after Martok gave House Mo’Kai to her. Jien had held a short speech to the crew over the intercom, informing them about the event, and that House K’Tal had sent a task force to hunt down the Klingons that had boarded Fisher’s shuttle. Now, two days later, it was time to reestablish the chain-of-command in the Theurgy’s Intelligence Department. A matter that Ives had not only talked with his First Officer about, but also reached out to Rear Admiral Joseph Nerva Anderson - or ‘King’ as the crew knew him as - since he knew that Anderson might know more about the officers he’d sent to the Theurgy than what their service records let on.
The messages had been relayed by the encrypted comms buoy that they had utilised to reach Anderson since Aldea, and while the process was slow since it didn’t allow for direct subspace communication, it was crucial to keep the correspondence completely untraceable over that many light years. What Ives had learned was more than sufficient to let him make an informed decision about who ought to get the offer to lead the Intelligence Department after Fisher’s passing.
The chirp from the door announced the person’s arrival.
“Enter,” Jien said, and the sliding doors parted to show Lieutenant Alana Pierce, who according to Anderson, was not all that she seemed. Jien smiled faintly and gestured towards the sitting area. “How are you, Lieutenant?”