From: rneces@mastnet.net (Lynnaea AelCaymarth)
Date: Wed, 25 Jun 1997 22:46:53 -0500 (CDT)
Subject: USS CHESAPEAKE:  When it All Comes Together, Life Is Good

SD 90626.0340 GMT
MD 8.1700
Scene:  CSO's quarters
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>To: Senior Staff
>From: Capt. Amanda Bell, CO
>Re: Mission Preparations
>
>	By now, any preliminary findings should be well under way.  As we 
>move into the second and final week of our approach to the system, 
>the following things need to be accomplished.
>
>Security:  Final organization of procedures for alert status.  We 
>should not need to go to alert, but it is best to be prepared.  Also, 
>the details for securing the ship in the event of a diplomatic
>visit must be finalized and approved by Commander Brennan and 
>myself. ...

        Aelyria nodded as she sipped at her mocha.  Definitely something
that had been on her to do list... which now, at the Captain's prerogative,
had just been bumped to the top.  

        She had gotten off Alpha shift and quickly changed into what her
mother would have called a "ratty" old tank top and some loose shorts.  She
worked in her quarters as much as in her office, it was true;  but at least
she'd be comfortable while she did so.  
        Her stomach wanted to get nervous about the impending arrival, but
it just couldn't.  Her mind and the rest of her body wouldn't let it.  She
was too thoroughly prepared, too up-with-it (for once), too *tired* to get
skittish.  She'd been over every detail already.  Her staff was beginning to
drill again.  Her senior department heads had been brushing up on their
diplomacy skills.  She'd consulted with Shachor and had the detail report
ready for Brennan tomorrow morning.  Torr was finally acting like a
professional again, even if he did still have the "I Want to Act Paternal
Because You Don't Have Enough Experience and I Know Better"  Attitude.  And
-- Ye Gods -- she hadn't heard a peep from (or between) Martiljohni and
Bancroft.  It was too good to be true.  Maybe she could even slip in a visit
to the holodecks sometime in the next few days, try out that program of
Stavay's just for kicks.

        Could she really, honest-to-God have gotten everything under control?  

        She allowed herself a brief moment of exultation.  This, she
decided, was the life.  When things actually decided to submit to the way
she wanted it to be, for once.  When it was all Going Smoothly.  It was
almost like being back at Academy.

        She shook her head.  *You're nuts,*  she admonished herself.  *Just
because you're displaying an unusually Goddess-like amount of competence of
late doesn't mean there's nothing to be done.* 

        She leaned back in her seat and thought for a while about the
various procedures she wanted to implement; eventually her thoughts made
their way onto a piece of paper.  Really, the procedures for yellow and red
alert were standard throughout Starfleet.   She decided that she did want
all diplomats from Corellis and ShipOres especially tagged in the computer
locator and their whereabouts monitored at all times while they were aboard,
regardless of the alert status, and that a diplomatic visit equalled
automatic yellow alert.  She knew about the factional tensions on Corellis
and didn't intend to let them take part in these discussions.  Not on her
ship, not while she was CSO.  

        Securing the ship would involve details around the visiting
shuttlecraft, the ambassadors' suites, and constant monitoring of on-planet
and external activity.  In addition, she intended to rebrief her staff on
when use of force was advisable, and in what amounts.  An injured dignitary
tended to be a closed-minded one.  Finally, specially reserved communication
lines between all security personnel and the bridge.  If something was going
on, she sure as hell wanted to know about it. 

        She organized her notes on these thoughts, elaborated upon them, and
typed them up.  She sent a copies to the CO and XO for approval with the
invitation to a meeting if they needed to discuss anything further.  With a
feeling of intense satisfaction, she scratched another item off her "to do"
list. 

        Yes, Life Was Good.

Respectfully submitted, 

Lynnaea AelCaymarth
ENS Aelyria Keyrin, CSO
USS CHESAPEAKE
rneces@mastnet.net

NRPG:  Yes, Aelyria really is competent.  Betcha didn't know that.  ;)  

Amy, Takako:  I admit, I'm wondering if I'm inadvertently committing another
Department Status Report a la Green Ensign.   :/  If this isn't what you
need, or not formal enough, slap me and I'll get my stuff together and
retcon.  *fingers crossed*  Tell me I got it right on the first try for once...

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