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Posted on 241512.18 @ 9:23am by Commodore Silvija Savage

Mission: Agua Mala
Location: Astarte Colony
Timeline: 2 Weeks Previous

2 weeks ago

[Astarte Colony, Savage Residence]

The blaring, the noise. Silvija groaned and turned half-way in the bed thrashing her feet under the covers annoyed. Another hour! She thought as the grogginess stubbornly began to clear. Her eyes jolted open and she looked at the clock. A deep frown creased across her face as she realized the terrible noise wasn’t emanating from the alarm but rather across the room from the communication terminal. “Oh hell.” She sat up and ran fingers through her frazzled raven hair trying to make sense of the messy rag on her head. A minute later she was out of bed and in front of the terminal- cursing vividly before she activated the console and suddenly allowed the appearance of serenity to wash away the chaos.

“Commodore.”

“Admiral Raazh.” Sil smiled begrudgingly at the Andorian on the screen “I hope you are well today.”

“I am doing fine. Thank you for asking. On the other hand you don’t look so hot.”

No, I imagine not. She thought as her mind sadly lingered on the warmth of her bed “I’m OK. Just a bit tired and somewhat surprised at the unexpected call.”

“Ah, sorry for waking you up. However, we have an urgent matter we need you to look into. We recently received a disturbing communique from the USS Enterprise- unfortunately we have been unable to reestablish contact since the last message.” The Admiral’s antennae twisted slightly and Sil could picture herself tying them into a knot. “Apparently there was some type of engagement over Apsha that the Vindicator was also involved with. We have also been unable to contact the Vindicator- we need you to head to the area and appraise the situation.”

“I see.” Sil frowned, not entirely seeing why she was being ordered to boondock space to deal with this issue “except there is one slight problem. I don’t have a ship.” She stepped back and grabbed the drawstring for the blinds next to her and pulled it open allowing the bright tawny sunlight to filter in while displaying a the vibrant cityscape beyond “Plus I’m on a planet and unless by some magic we can move planets at warp then…”

“Commodore…” The edge in the Admirals tone hinted at the warning lying therein “the USS Hidalgo and USS Bainbridge are being diverted to Astarte to act as escorts. We’d send a few more but unfortunately right now fleet resources are spread thin. They will arrive within the next day- I suggest you be prepared to depart immediately upon arrival…Also- once you arrive aboard the Enterprise you are to assume command.”

“Oh.” Sil bit her bottom lip and carefully digested what the Admiral said and then began to filter the response in her head to prevent an immediate firing when translating her reaction verbally. “Admiral- while I appreciate the interest...I’m content where I’m at. Hell I haven't served on a ship since I landed on this rock six years ago and I’m not in a hurry to return to one now. I’m at the twilight of my career here. Are you telling me that there isn’t anyone else able to deal with this situation?”

“It was a personal request.”

“What fleabag recommended me for this?” Sil blurted out her frown transforming into a scowl as she tapped a knuckle against the window glass. “I don’t mean to be rude Admiral but I enjoy it here- i’m busy. It’s not that my first thought when I left the Academy was that i’d end up being a Kindergarten teacher trying to make nice between a schoolyard full of rube colonists and their Romulan counterparts. Now you’re trying to toss me onto some boat without even consulting me?”

“I always thought you were the calmer one Sil-”

“Oh hell...is that who I think it is? Jole is that you?” Sil groaned inwardly as she watched the white robed President saunter into view next to the Admiral. “Of course, you would put her up to this. Look y’all, I’m happy here. I’m not a cowboy like Jeremy. I like my feet on solid Earth. I know...” She threw up her hands anticipating the response “not very ‘Star’fleet of me but damn I’ve done well here. Duncan is just hitting 15 and I’m a few years away from early retirement.”

The Trill’s brow rose in such a Vulcanesque manner that it made Sil wondered what company he was keeping these days. “I never took you for one to settle.” The President smirked “but this is not a simple request Commodore- it’s an order. I need people I can trust in Starfleet.”

Sil sighed with reserved defeat “I reckon you do. It seems your favorite sport is pissing up the wrong tree. Fine, mister President, I will start making preparations for shifting command here to my XO.”

“Wonderful.” The President stepped out of view while the Andorian Admiral glared at her. If looks could kill- fortunately for Sil they couldn’t.

“We will speak later Commodore.” With that the transmission ended.

“Oh boy.” Sil rubbed her forehead and let the window shades down. “I have a lot to do. But first-” She walked over the liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of Calvados circa 2410- a better year than 2416 was starting to look like.

[To be continued]

Commodore Silvija Savage
Commanding Officer
USS Enterprise