Post by Lt. Commander Iresh Gaviskar on May 19, 2013 12:45:10 GMT -8
The Lieutenant that had left the Gamma Quadrant so precipitously had completed the mission there he'd been assigned. He'd made his way through back channels and privateer vessels back toward the alpha quadrant and contacted his superiors with his initial findings.
The Klingon attack on the USS Talon and it's away team couldn't have been better timed if he'd planned it himself and he silently thanked the turncoat Klingon officer for his remarkable success in muddying the water around the Captain's disappearance.
He'd followed the conjecture and reports, as erroneous as their conclusions might be, flowing back through the wormhole and to Starfleet. His apparent security clearance was far higher than anyone would expect of his rank, and his true superiors were rarely mentioned even in hushed tones.
The last uniform he'd worn was that of a security officer. Now he was wearing that of Intelligence and would be attached to the diplomatic arm of the Nike's mission.
He slung his bag over his shoulder and stepped on the transporter pad. His orders clear. He would find and contact their assets in the Klingon Empire when they arrived at Quo'nos.
He shimmered and sparkled with the transported affect and when the Nike's room solidified around him he stepped forward.
"Lieutenant Commander Gaviskar reporting. Permission to come aboard?"
"Permission granted sir," said the Ensign and marked something on his PaDD which Gav assumed was the arrival records. "Welcome to Nike," he smiled.
Even as he stepped down and they spoke a new person arrived on the pad behind him.
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The Klingon attack on the USS Talon and it's away team couldn't have been better timed if he'd planned it himself and he silently thanked the turncoat Klingon officer for his remarkable success in muddying the water around the Captain's disappearance.
He'd followed the conjecture and reports, as erroneous as their conclusions might be, flowing back through the wormhole and to Starfleet. His apparent security clearance was far higher than anyone would expect of his rank, and his true superiors were rarely mentioned even in hushed tones.
The last uniform he'd worn was that of a security officer. Now he was wearing that of Intelligence and would be attached to the diplomatic arm of the Nike's mission.
He slung his bag over his shoulder and stepped on the transporter pad. His orders clear. He would find and contact their assets in the Klingon Empire when they arrived at Quo'nos.
He shimmered and sparkled with the transported affect and when the Nike's room solidified around him he stepped forward.
"Lieutenant Commander Gaviskar reporting. Permission to come aboard?"
"Permission granted sir," said the Ensign and marked something on his PaDD which Gav assumed was the arrival records. "Welcome to Nike," he smiled.
Even as he stepped down and they spoke a new person arrived on the pad behind him.
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