LtCmdr Sky Blake, "The case of the missing badge."
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Dec 1, 2019, 5:58:58 AM12/1/19
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((XO's office))
Blake sighed, filing Caide's report away. She took a moment to run her hands through her hair, thinking back on the last six months. It was nice that he'd forwarded his report to her — he was under no obligation to, being the ranking ranger in the Shoals. Maybe he thought it'd serve as a fitting conclusion.
She'd picked up her PADD again when the door to her office chimed. Blake grumbled to herself, green eyes frowning at the door that refused to remain open.
Maybe she could get Teller to jury-rig it permanently open at some point.
Blake: It's open.
In walked in their latest addition to Kelrod's security department. Jon Cumar stopped at her desk stiff and 'professionally neutral', a nervous smile glazing over his mouth.
He'd nodded a greeting to her.
Cumar: You sent for me, commander?
The newly re-appointed XO couldn't help but raise a slight eyebrow, rubbing at her temple.
She'd sent for him?
Her eyes glanced over to the stack of PADDs on her desk. She'd sent for him...?
Oh!
Blake: I did! ::She sat up properly.:: Take a seat, Cumar.
The man nodded and fell into the seat waiting for all Blake's guests, his hands latching onto the armrests. Blake pulled the bottom PADD out from the stack — rather than keeping all files on one screen in about a hundred different tabs, she'd given each PADD a purpose.
This one collected all officer reports over the last three weeks. Some of them had been eye-openers — turned out that, while she was running for her life and hanging upside down from a turbolift ladder, the rest of the crew were actually getting some work done.
Blake: I wanted to chat to you about your report.
Cumar: It’s true to the letter as near as I can recollect, commander. I remember escaping from the danger-closet on the Diligent with Monroe, making my way to the bridge, going to get into an EVA suit, then waking up to Petras and Teller telling me to strip my gear and set up a pyro display for our blue friends in the void. Inside the airlock, we had survivors from the Iberia and once I got my gear off I found out I had no badge. Everything after that fits perfectly with the reports of Maravosh, Teller and Petras. I’ve compared it with every AAR from the Diligent’s crew to fill in the blanks on what happened aboard the Iberia since I can’t remember it.
There was a pause as Blake digested the sudden influx of information. Her dark eyebrows, left their natural brown colour and contrasting against her (mostly) platinum hair, quirked upwards.
Blake: Cumar, I just wanted to talk to you about losing equipment.
Cumar: Response?
Blake: Your combadge could mean the difference between life and death -- for you to lose it is to lose your communication to the rest of the crew. Sure, they can be replaced, but not in a high-stress situation.
Cumar: Response?
The Brekkazoid leaned back in her chair.
Blake: Your AAR didn't mention how you'd lost it. Just that it was gone?
Cumar: Response?
She nodded slowly.
Blake: And all of the report was 'true to the letter as near as you can recollect'.
Cumar: Response?
Blake: Well, Commander, your recollection is pretty generic if I do say so myself.
Cumar: Response?
Blake: Speaking as someone who has a history of 'forgetting' crucial information... I'd recommend getting checked out. Forget about your shifts. You should head straight to medical.
Before the whole situation with her spinal cord, Blake had been required to undergo medicals on a near-fortnightly basis. That practise was placed on hold when she'd galavanted across the Shoals with Caide, searching for Keehive na-Soldim -- as there were no medical officers with them. But now that she was back on Veritas, it was once again required.
Blake had lost at least fifteen years of her life experience because of the choice to absolve her telepathic lobe. The correction of a chemical imbalance, that had effected not only her physical health, but her mental health as well. But thinking about her time as Sky Blake was of no benefit to her.
It was part of the reason she preferred being referred to as "Blake", rather than "Sky". She hated her given name with a passion, yet her Terran crew members still called her that, seemingly out of habit. Didn't help that she hadn't yet attempted to correct anyone.
Cumar: Response?
Tbc . . .
LtCmdr Sky Blake
Executive Officer
USS Veritas
C238803SB0
Search report
MISSING PERSON: Lieutenant Keehive na-Soldim
OFFICER REPORTING: Lt Rairen Caide
This search report has been prepared by the Starfleet Security, Rangers division.
- Keehive na-Soldim has been classified as a missing person for twelve (12) months. His last known location was the Thura system (close to Havley's Hope), where Tholian scout vessels are often claimed to appear.
- Searches conducted by Shoals-based Starfleet Rangers and the Colonial Coalition Marshals to locate na-Soldim took place in the following sectors:
- Havley
- Gallipoli
- Wuagyl
- Bahaya
- Turpin
- Roxburgh
- Keehive na-Soldim's shuttlecraft, or evidence of his being in any six sectors, has not been located.
CONCLUSION: 150 square light-years have been searched for Keehive na-Soldim over the course of 12 months. It is this Ranger's regretful recommendation that, with no sign of the missing person, search efforts must conclude until new evidence is brought forward.
Respectfully,
Lieutenant Rairen Caide
Head Ranger
Shoals division\\
Blake sighed, filing Caide's report away. She took a moment to run her hands through her hair, thinking back on the last six months. It was nice that he'd forwarded his report to her — he was under no obligation to, being the ranking ranger in the Shoals. Maybe he thought it'd serve as a fitting conclusion.
She'd picked up her PADD again when the door to her office chimed. Blake grumbled to herself, green eyes frowning at the door that refused to remain open.
Maybe she could get Teller to jury-rig it permanently open at some point.
Blake: It's open.
In walked in their latest addition to Kelrod's security department. Jon Cumar stopped at her desk stiff and 'professionally neutral', a nervous smile glazing over his mouth.
He'd nodded a greeting to her.
Cumar: You sent for me, commander?
The newly re-appointed XO couldn't help but raise a slight eyebrow, rubbing at her temple.
She'd sent for him?
Her eyes glanced over to the stack of PADDs on her desk. She'd sent for him...?
Oh!
Blake: I did! ::She sat up properly.:: Take a seat, Cumar.
The man nodded and fell into the seat waiting for all Blake's guests, his hands latching onto the armrests. Blake pulled the bottom PADD out from the stack — rather than keeping all files on one screen in about a hundred different tabs, she'd given each PADD a purpose.
This one collected all officer reports over the last three weeks. Some of them had been eye-openers — turned out that, while she was running for her life and hanging upside down from a turbolift ladder, the rest of the crew were actually getting some work done.
Blake: I wanted to chat to you about your report.
Cumar: It’s true to the letter as near as I can recollect, commander. I remember escaping from the danger-closet on the Diligent with Monroe, making my way to the bridge, going to get into an EVA suit, then waking up to Petras and Teller telling me to strip my gear and set up a pyro display for our blue friends in the void. Inside the airlock, we had survivors from the Iberia and once I got my gear off I found out I had no badge. Everything after that fits perfectly with the reports of Maravosh, Teller and Petras. I’ve compared it with every AAR from the Diligent’s crew to fill in the blanks on what happened aboard the Iberia since I can’t remember it.
There was a pause as Blake digested the sudden influx of information. Her dark eyebrows, left their natural brown colour and contrasting against her (mostly) platinum hair, quirked upwards.
Blake: Cumar, I just wanted to talk to you about losing equipment.
Cumar: Response?
Blake: Your combadge could mean the difference between life and death -- for you to lose it is to lose your communication to the rest of the crew. Sure, they can be replaced, but not in a high-stress situation.
Cumar: Response?
The Brekkazoid leaned back in her chair.
Blake: Your AAR didn't mention how you'd lost it. Just that it was gone?
Cumar: Response?
She nodded slowly.
Blake: And all of the report was 'true to the letter as near as you can recollect'.
Cumar: Response?
Blake: Well, Commander, your recollection is pretty generic if I do say so myself.
Cumar: Response?
Blake: Speaking as someone who has a history of 'forgetting' crucial information... I'd recommend getting checked out. Forget about your shifts. You should head straight to medical.
Before the whole situation with her spinal cord, Blake had been required to undergo medicals on a near-fortnightly basis. That practise was placed on hold when she'd galavanted across the Shoals with Caide, searching for Keehive na-Soldim -- as there were no medical officers with them. But now that she was back on Veritas, it was once again required.
Blake had lost at least fifteen years of her life experience because of the choice to absolve her telepathic lobe. The correction of a chemical imbalance, that had effected not only her physical health, but her mental health as well. But thinking about her time as Sky Blake was of no benefit to her.
It was part of the reason she preferred being referred to as "Blake", rather than "Sky". She hated her given name with a passion, yet her Terran crew members still called her that, seemingly out of habit. Didn't help that she hadn't yet attempted to correct anyone.
Cumar: Response?
Tbc . . .
LtCmdr Sky Blake
Executive Officer
USS Veritas
C238803SB0
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