From: Takako Nagumo <tnagumo@pop.pitt.edu>
Date: Tue, 03 Jun 1997 09:28:25 -0400
Subject: USS CHESAPEAKE: Making Arrangements
MD 07.0645
Scene: XO's Office
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First Officer's Log, Stardate 90604.1315. The second day of our
trip out to the Delta Corellis system has begun relatively
uneventfully. Lieutenant Murray's 'problem' and the 'Bunny
Incident' notwithstanding, the brand new crew has been coming
together quite well.
Captain Bell has relieved Lieutenant Murray from duty pending a
fitrep from the Counselor, to take place within the next thirty-
six hours, a decision with which I concur. I do believe that
Mister Murray is quite capable of carrying on her duties; however,
with the maiden voyage of the CHESAPEAKE and her first mission
just beginning, caution seemed to be recommended.
A PO/2 Clarissa Darling, formerly of Security, has transferred to
Flight Control. Darling, a well-trained combat pilot, should do
very well in that department -- and perhaps would add some
stability to O'Graeach's leadership in that area.
After reviewing Counselor Tats-Marush's preliminary profile on the
Corellians, I have asked the Counselor, Ensign Keyrin, and
Lieutenant Fielding (representing Lieutenant Murray) to join me to
discuss possible issues involved in brokering a peaceful
settlement between the Regency and ShipOres, Limited, a Federation
mining corporation....
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MD 07.1000
Scene: Observation Lounge
"Most likely, the Regency will push for complete removal of the
miners off these planetoids."
Counselor Tats-Marush set her PADD down and looked around the
table. She sat on the right side of Commander Brennan, who sat at
the head of the table; to his left sat Ensign Keyrin, and
Lieutenant Fielding sat on the other side of her.
"Likely possibility," Brennan nodded. "Yes, Mister Fielding?"
"Corellis values social stability over individual rights -- they
may be amenable to some negotiation on that point."
"But," said Ensign Keyrin, "would they extend those values to non-
Corellians? And what about the separatist movement? That's what
concerns me, from a security standpoint."
"The last major recorded incident related to the separatist
movement was fifty-three years ago," said the Counselor, pulling
over another PADD. "Of course, that was *major*, and it was also
*recorded*. There are possibly many minor incidents that never
reach the media, but Corellian policy may warrant some precautions
on our part."
Brennan gestured for the PADD, and Tats-Marush handed it to him.
He looked at it briefly, then nodded, handing it back to her. He
continued to eye the PADD for a split second more, then looked up
at the Shrevashal officer.
"How do you see the separatist issue influencing these
negotiations?" he asked, tapping his finger on the table in the
general direction of the PADD. "Remember, we are not here to
discuss the Regency's application for Federation membership."
"The separatist issue isn't really the main thing, here, sir,"
said Fielding. "We can't ignore it, but it's also a separate
issue, the same way we can't ignore the fact that Corellis *is* an
applicant for Federation membership."
"Thank you for the reminder, Lieutenant," nodded Brennan. "Yes,
these are issues to keep in mind -- but our immediate concern is
being prepared for the possible demands from either side, and how
to create an atmosphere conducive to building consensus. Now,
Counselor," he turned back to Tats-Marush, "what do we know of
ShipOres, Limited?"
"ShipOres, Limited is a well-established Terran mining
corporation, with operations in various areas of the Alpha
Quadrant." The Counselor tapped a key on her PADD, and the
information was downloaded to everyone elses.
"The company was founded in 2261, starting out mining for duranium
used in the manufacture of ship hulls. Over the last hundred and
fifty years, it has extended its activity into dilithium mining
and other raw materials necessary for starship operation.
ShipOres, Limited now has subsidiary companies devoted to the
refining, sales, and distribution of refined materials, as well as
planetary real estate and energy production."
"Real estate?" Fielding perked up.
"My reaction, exactly," said Brennan. "How extensive are their
real estate activities?"
Tats-Marush scrolled until the data came into view. "Quite
extensive, it seems, sir." Turning to Fielding, she said,
"Lieutenant, would you please display the chart of the Alpha
Quadrant?"
He nodded, and tapped a key on the table. The screen behind
Brennan lit up as he turned around to look at it. The Counselor
stood up and approached the screen.
"Computer," she said, "display real estate activity of ShipOres,
Limited, and any of its subsidiaries, based on data provided."
Green areas sprouted in various areas of the screen, most of it
concentrated near the Sol system, and fading as it went farther
away from it. There were smaller concentrations of green around
Proxima Centauri, Rigil, and Kentaurus; fainter green appeared
around Barnard's Star, Wolf 359, and Luyten. There was another
patch of dark green around the two Epsilon systems, as well as
spots around Sirius and Procyon.
"It seems," said Keyrin, her eyes following the green pattern,
"that their activity starts in the Sol system and radiates
outward."
"Interesting..." mumbled Brennan, nodding. "Computer, where is
Delta Corellis?"
Three red spots lit up their destination. It was in a relatively
isolated area of the quadrant, and not really close to any of the
areas in which the company seemed to operate. Brennan continued
to look at the screen for a few moments longer, then turned back
to the other three officers at the table.
"Thoughts?"
Fielding looked down from the screen and glanced at the data on
the PADD. "ShipOres may be seriously pursuing expanding
operations there on a permanent basis...."
"Or," suggested Keyrin, "those planetoids really do have quite a
significant amount of duranium or dilithium... possibly both."
She turned to the Science Officer. "Do we have much data on the
deposits on those planetoids, Lieutenant?"
"The department is pursuing that as we speak. There has been very
few Federation-sponsored surveys of that area, and a preliminary
search of the Corellian database has not yielded much useful
information. However," he said, pulling out another PADD, "we're
hoping that the direction of research Commander th'Tellan had
suggested will yield results that we can combine with what we've
found so far."
"Please continue pursuing that, Lieutenant," said Brennan, and
turned to Keyrin. "Ensign, I'd like to see your suggestions for
security arrangements for the two delegations. Although I surmise
that neither party will resort to violence, I'd rather not leave
them -- and ourselves -- unprotected."
The Chief of Security nodded. "Yes, sir. I'll get right on it."
"Thank you, Mister Keyrin. Counselor," he continued, "thank you
for your report. Well done."
"Thank you, sir."
"I'd like you to keep tabs on current events, political and
otherwise, arising in Corellis while enroute. And if there are
any military maneuvers which may affect the negotiations, please
inform Mister Keyrin, so as to assist her in the security
arrangements, and inform me as well." Brennan grinned good-
naturedly. "I'd rather not have us fall into a surprise."
"Of course."
"Good. Thank you." He looked at all three of them in turn.
"Dismissed."
Keyrin and Fielding picked up their PADDs and left the lounge.
Tats-Marush was following their example when Brennan, who had
turned around again to look at the still-lit screen, spoke.
"Counselor? May I have a moment of your time?"
The clatter of PADDs stopped. "Here, sir?"
He turned to see her standing by her chair, waiting.
"No need to go elsewhere... this should be brief." He sat back
down in his chair and gestured for her to do so as well.
"Is there a problem?"
"Lieutenant Murray." He cleared his throat. "We'll see her
fitrep sometime tomorrow?"
"Yes, sir. Our appointment is for this afternoon -- 1400 hours."
"You have already seen her in your capacity as Ship's Counselor,"
he said, looking directly into her eyes. "What is your impression
of Mister Murray?" He paused. "Off the record -- and I certainly
do not want to hear the details of your sessions. But, I do need
to know how we can count on her to lead the Sciences."
MD 07.1115
Scene: Bridge -> Observation Lounge
Commander Brennan heard the doors to the aft turbolift open,
followed by footsteps. He turned in his seat to see two jaygees
from Sciences. He stood up as they approached.
"Mister Fielding, Mister Stenford," he nodded.
"Sir," said Fielding, "there is an urgent matter we need to
discuss."
"Have you found something?" His frown and his tone reflected his
alarm. What had happened now?
"No, sir... this matter is more of a... personal nature."
Brennan's eyes flickered to Stenford, then back to Fielding. "In
the lounge, please, gentlemen. Commander th'Tellan," he said,
addressing the OPS officer, "you have the bridge."
"Aye, sir," he heard the Romulan officer's reply, as the three
headed aft.
* * * * *
"I see. Yes, this is urgent business."
Brennan nodded at Stenford's request for immediate transfer off
the ship, and his explanation for his doing so. He tapped his
comm badge. "Brennan to Main Shuttle Bay."
<Main Shuttle Bay, Lewis here,> a woman's voice replied.
"Mister Lewis," he said, "please prep the D-Warp shuttle and a
pilot for departure to DELTA, as soon as possible. Lieutenant
Stenford will be down whenever you are ready."
<Five minutes, sir. I'll fly it myself.>
"Thank you. Brennan out." He cut the link and turned to
Fielding. "I will inform the Captain. Mister Stenford," he
continued, turning to the other officer, "I wish you a safe
journey home."
"I will pass your wishes on to the pilot, sir."
Brennan raised an eyebrow, then smiled at this rather Vulcan
reply. "Live long, and prosper."
"Peace, and long life."
Brennan issued a swift dismissal, and Stenford turned and left the
lounge. He allowed himself a sigh, then turned back to Fielding.
"Have you suggestions for his replacement?"
Fielding paused, seemingly not expecting this question. "I...
think I'd like to consult with Lieutenant Murray, sir. This
happened rather quickly."
"He was the head of Biological Sciences, was he not?"
"Yes, sir. A very good officer."
Brennan nodded. "Pity he had to leave us. Well," he continued,
"speak with Lieutenant Murray. I'd like to aim to have this taken
care of by the end of Bravo shift tomorrow."
"Yes, sir."
"Thank you. Dismissed."
Respectfully Submitted,
Takako Nagumo,
CDR Daniel J. Brennan
XO, USS CHESAPEAKE (NCC-31813)
Task Force Bravo, Green Fleet
NRPG:
James: Off to you, re the first scene. She can answer that
question, or not... he's going to get that fitrep the next day,
anyway. But he wants to put feelers out about Murray, so to
speak.
Masako: I hope this can lead into what you were planning. And
yes, the pilot is my NPC, Ensign Lewis. <G> Please note the slight
change in the time of the above meeting... I'd say it began about
0930, rather than 0900.
Amy: We missed you. <G>
Melvin: Nice work with Sereh. :) Now Sciences is going to turn
into who can out-Vulcan the other.... <G>
Lynn, Fabian: Looking forward to your return. :)
Chris: Moving? <G> Hope to hear from you soon.
Naomi: How're you doing? :)
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CDR Daniel J. Brennan XO USS CHESAPEAKE, Green Fleet
LCDR Sian-Mairead Flynn, MD CMO USS ALEXANDER NEVSKY, Green Fleet
LCDR Duncan A. Morrell INS ALB Holodeck 4
CDR Julianna M. Sforza COMREC Commander, Starfleet Records
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