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-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | -Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | ||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | -Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Press Conference and Conversation</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 9-24-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80924 | |||
"Approaching Starbase Epsilon," the Tactical officer reported. He continued, | |||
"There are several small journalistic ships between us and the Starbase." | |||
"Continue on course. Send out a general broadcast." | |||
"You're on, sir." | |||
"This is Lieutenant Commander Onta Maril in command of the Bird of Prey batlh 'etlh. Please leave our course to the Starbase. You may question us when we get there." | |||
Suddenly, an excited face appeared on the viewscreen. [Mr. Maril, I'd like to | |||
have an interview with you and your crew. Please, we'll even-] | |||
[No, we're getting the interview! You will grant us one, won't you, Mr. Maril?] | |||
Another face had appeared. | |||
Maril signaled for the comm signal to be closed. "Is there any other way to | |||
get to the Starbase?" | |||
"No, sir, we're completely blocked off." | |||
"Very well. All stop. General broadcast again." | |||
"I have reached a decision. All who wish to may beam over for a press | |||
conference. However, we will head for the Starbase at 1000 hours, so be | |||
prepared for the conference to end then." | |||
MD 10.0815 | |||
"Commander, why again did you fire on the Grey Fleet ships?" | |||
"I have already answered that. The Grey Fleet was working covertly and they | |||
fired first. We were simply defending ourselves." | |||
"Then you do disagree with the Grey Fleet's actions?" | |||
"I have no comment on that matter." | |||
"Mr. Maril, what is Admiral Nicholas's position on the battle?" | |||
"I don't know; you'll have to ask him yourself." | |||
"Could you tell us again how you captured the Bird of Prey?" | |||
Maril smiled. "Well, what happened was that we were infiltrating a pirate base, | |||
and...." | |||
MD 10.1200<br> | |||
First Officer's Office<br> | |||
Maril calmly sifted through all of his mail, and finished up the paperwork to be done. Except for his brief visit the day before, Maril hadn't been on the Feynman in over four days. | |||
He was glad to be done with the press conference. He was almost as tired as | |||
Jelpo after leading his troops into battle. | |||
Sighing, Maril tapped his communicator. He would have to discipline an officer. Though some of the other officers thought that he loved doling out discipline, it really was not something that made him happy. However, it was necessary. | |||
"Maril to Allard. Please report to my office immediately." | |||
[Aye, sir.] | |||
While he waited for Allard to walk in, Maril did some research. "Computer, give me all information about lightning and thunder." Maril didn't know why; he just had an urge to research the two of those. | |||
The door beeped before he could really read anything, but Maril saved it for later. "Enter." | |||
Ensign Allard stepped through the doors and up to the desk. He stood stiffly at attention, his body as straight as an arrow. "You wanted to see me, sir." | |||
"Yes, Mr. Allard." Maril walked over to the replicator in his office, with Allard still at attention. "Centaurian tea, hot." | |||
The white cup of black tea materialized and Maril took it. He walked all the way over to his chair again and sat down before he finally said, "At ease, Mr. Allard." | |||
Allard relaxed his position slightly and waited for Maril to start. | |||
"Now, Ensign, I am sure as Chief of Security, you are concerned with order. After all, that's part of the definition. It's sort of hard to keep good security without some kind of order. Am I correct in my assessment?" Maril took a sip of tea. | |||
"Yes, sir, you are." | |||
"Then I don't have to give you the lecture about the chain of command. I'm sure you got that one at the Academy, and I am also sure that you understand why the chain of command is necessary. Am I correct in this assessment as well?" Maril took another sip. | |||
"Yes, sir." | |||
"Good. What I don't understand is how you can deliberately leave the away team without orders, on your own whim, and without even telling me or anyone else on the away team what you're doing. Do you know how much that affects the mission?" | |||
"Yes, sir, I do." | |||
"I'm not so sure that you do, Ensign, or you wouldn't have done that. Besides the obvious fact that I don't know where you are, I have to be worried about what you're doing, and that I then have to go search for you, there are other, more subtle consequences. One, the crew loses the advice of a senior officer and they lose self-esteem from the loss of a crewmember. Two, the crew loses confidence in me because I let you get away or because they think you must have had a good reason to run off. Three, other crewmembers think that they can do the same thing, and get away with it. Do you see how there is a whole seed in the desert process here?" He took another, longer drink of the tea. | |||
"I understand, sir." | |||
"Very well. The Captain and I have not decided how to act, but be sure that we will. Dismissed." | |||
Allard turned on his heel and quickly marched out the door. | |||
Maril drank the last of the Centaurian tea. It was very good tea. | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
So, I'm back on the Feynman.<br> | |||
Mike:Sorry that you were sort of a non-participant in the discussion. Most of those who have been on the other side of Maril's talks will tell you the same thing. :)<br> | |||