Back Where You Belong
Posted on Thu Jul 2, 2020 @ 7:07pm by Lieutenant Commander James Holbridge
602 words; about a 3 minute read
Mission:
The Binary Suns
Location: Intelligence Spaces
Well, she wasn't the Victory he had left, but this new ship filled the bill nicely, Jim said to himself as he entered his multi-filed contact report into the Intel computer. As he typed, Jim wondered how many more criminal syndicates used the planet he was just on as a staging ground. Something to pass on to the Infiltration geeks; they got their jollies acting like other species.
Jim ordered a hot coffee from the replicator and went to the desk in his rather spacious office. Nobody on the ship, save Captain Kennit was authorized to be in this room, but Jim adhered to standards of appearance and kept the space neat and tidy.
=/\=There is a subspace transmission for you, commander. Priority the computer informed him.
Jim tabbed his viewer and was surprised to see Captain Noah Hunt. Jim immediate transferred the image to the holoprojector. "Hey, boss!" Jim said with a smile.
"Bouncer, yer looking good, you old sky jockey! What's the good word in the Delta Quadrant?"
"You probably know more that I do. Admiral Kitsch ordered us back to Victory right after we returned," Jim told his friend and former boss. "It's a fucking mess, Noah. Half the Founders disappeared and the Dominion is headed down the shitter real fast; The Jem'Hadar are freaking out from white depravation and the Vorta are powerless to stop it. Intelligence estimates that the Dominion will implode in another eighteen months. after that it's gonna be Dodge City in the Gamma Quadrant."
"The colonists in the Gamma quadrant were given evacuation orders and they ignored them," Hunt noted. "Starfleet Command is gonna need starships in the.."
"Begging your pardon, Noah, but I'm in the Delta Quadrant. I'm kinda far from the Gamma Quadrant."
"That's part of the reason I am calling you. How would you like to command a Starfleet cutter in the Gamma Quadrant?"
Jim looked at the hologram of his friend with a stern expression. "Hell-to-the-no, sir!"
Admiral Hunt smiled at Jim. "I had to ask. Kitsch told me ask you anyway. Do me a favor, Bouncer, keep me in the loop on whatever it is your doing, okay? We don't wanna lose you while you're working with that Kennitt woman."
"Ten-four, Noah! Holbridge out." The hologram of Hunt snapped off and Jim sighed. Fucker was probably gonna try to stick me in a Gettysburg piece of shit. Not bad ships but a tad bit underpowered for what Starfleet wanted.
Jim turned and uploaded his contact reports to Central then put his feet up on his desk and lit a cigar. "Computer, lock the door and disable smoke detectors in this room."
=/\=Acknowledged. This room is secure.=/\=
Jim was surprised to learn that Captain Hunt and Admiral Kitsch were keeping such a close eye on him. The only reason Jim had chose Intelligence as a service option was because he had gotten bored flying stike gunabouts near the borders of the Federation, where there were no starbases or cavalry to come to the rescue should the need arise. But, Kitch and Hunt were in his past, and the Victory was his present and foreseeable future.
"Computer, where is Major Crowe?"
=/\= Major Crowe is recovering from scar removal surgery in Sickbay.=/\= the computer answered.
"Can you have Dr. Anderson come to my office as soon as practical. Make a not in her duty log that I need a full report of the procedure."
=/\=Dr. Anderson has been notified.=/\=
"Good. Now, how about a nice steaming bowl of beef stroganoff!"
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