RP Log: Risky Interpretations
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- Flag Conference Room 52B01 <Spacedock>
- The flag conference room is a moderately size room that runs along the outer perimeter of the station. It is semi-circular with plenty of room for both meeting and collaborating. The center of the room boasts a long rectangular conference table that is hollow in the middle, the center of which boasts a state of the art holographic projection system. Around the perimeter, lights are dim, with more focused reading lights that emanate from no specific point highlighting the ten chairs around the table.
Admiral Thyra is sitting at one end of the conference table. From all appearances he is human, and in his fifties, perhaps early sixties. He does not hear the door when you come in.
T'Shaav walks into the room, her gaze sweeping it in a glance. Approaching the end of the table where the admiral sits, she straightens to proper and correct attention and states, "Captain T'Shaav, reporting as ordered, sir."
"At ease Captain, and sit down." Thyra says. "You've had a busy week."
T'Shaav sits, folding her hands on the tabletop. "An understatement, sir," she offers, responding to the casual comment. "I ordered my ship here originally, because I believed you would wish to discuss it with me, sir."
Thyra asks, "Refresh my memory, what were your initial orders?"
"My initial orders from you, issued upon my assumption of command," she says, "required me to neutralize the Cardassian ability to fire from under cloak. At the time, we did not know how this was being done. My orders gave me near total discretion in the execution of my mission and called upon me to observe the ideals of the service while executing them, sir."
Thyra asks, "And was that goal accomplished?"
T'Shaav nods. "Aye, sir. Given the estimates of native Cardassian technical competence and the things they actually resorted to doing to achieve their ends, I state with high confidence that the Cardassians will never again be able to utilize the remote weapon they were employing, nor to fire at their oponents from under cloak using that method."
Thyra asks, "But they still have ships that can cloak?"
"I do not believe so, sir. We retrieved two cloaking devices from Volan III, inadvertently destroyed one cloak-capable starship in a separate incident while attempting to disable it, and if I recall correctly, destroyed the cloak of another during the engagement at Volan. If there are any left at all, there may be a single cloak-capable starship out there, but even if there be one, it cannot fire from under that cloak."
"That is good news then." Thyra replies, still quite calm and nonchalant. "What is this business about the Buran being grounded at Lya Station?"
She nods. "My executive officer, sir, was somewhat uncooperative with Lya Station when they requested information. He was concerned about security measures and did not want to reveal information to the wrong parties. Branch Admiral deGrut grounded us so that she could discuss such concepts as trusting one's fellow officers and taking actions, whether small or large, to behave in a fashion consistent with the ideals of the service and get away from behaviors that might have been necessary during the Hauser affair. I conveyed all of this to my first officer and took steps which she suggested, and we were released to duty, sir."
"And there were some access issues aboard your ship?" Thyra asks, "Locked up tighter than fort knox." He continues, "I haven't seen a report filed by you on the most recent activity at Volan III." He points to a location at the other end of the table. "Write that up, and we will continue the debrief."
T'Shaav nods. "Exactly so, sir. I personally de-escalated some of our security measures, and the branch admiral was pleased. I will start my report." She stands and moves to a chair, calling up her data padd and tapping rappidly.
"What is this business with the Trill Commission?" Thyra asks after reading your report.
T'Shaav takes a moment to frame her answer. "Mr. Coil, while captured and starving, apparently drew upon his Coil symbiont's resources to survive in a manner not in keeping with what the commission says are correct practices." A beat. "They are pressuring to have him returned to Trill so that he should surrender the Coil symbiont. The Coil symbiont would be transferred to a new host, and the person known as Kellen Fishan would die as a result. Mr. Coil stated that his own mother was spearheading this effort on behalf of the commission and their present approach to this matter." A beat. "I believe I did all I could to delay his return so that we could save the symbiont's life. He stole our runabout in order to, if I may speculate, shield us from an increasingly irate commission and comply with the current reading of Trill law."
Thyra asks, "They kill off hosts when they are done with them? Ass backwards world." He shakes his head, "But, it is not our business to interfere with local planetary law, no matter how stupid." He asks, "Do you intend to press charges against Coil for the theft of the runabout? Have you recovered the runabout?"
"In my view sir, since I was not in Trill planetary orbit, the Trill Commission had no authority over me, my ship, nor anyone under orders and subject to my command." A beat. "To answer your question, sir, if I see Kellen Coil alive and whole again, I intend to exercise non-judicial punishment so as not to besmirch his record. However," A long beat. "I do not think that when I see Coil again, if I do, that it will be our Kellen Coil. So, it will not matter. The runabout is recovered. I piloted it here."
"That Commander, in ops aboard this station. Looks like he has a red mop for hair, what a tangled mess..." Thyra, "Anyways. You'd best smooth things over with him, a bottle of brandy should do the trick. They don't appreciate vessels leaving without clearance, risk of accidents and all that.". Thyra nods, "Maybe not, but you did receive orders from Lya Sector command. Those you should have followed. We can't have captains going around ignoring orders, now can we?"
"No sir," she agrees. "I admit to some ... creative interpretation there that may vindicate me of rank insubordination." A beat and she explains. "The admiral's orders specified that we should," and she quotes, "make all practicable speed to Trill." She goes on. "Practicable does not mean the same thing as, 'immediately,' or, 'at once.' So, I judged that our mission to Volan Three should take precedence, practicably speaking, sir."
Thyra smiles a little evily, "A risky interpretation, Captain. You may yet pay for that one. Command isn't pleased with the actions taken by you and Jatei, though they are pleased with the outcome. Time will tell what may all come of it. But", Thyra sits back, "You accomplished your mission as set out by me. Good job that. New orders will follow pending the decisions from those on high. If there is nothing else, you are dismissed."
T'Shaav stands, straightens to attention and says, "understood, sir." Making a correct aboutface, she leaves.