Commander Taybrim - Bad News Part 1 (Tag: Harrington)
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Jamie LeBlanc
May 23, 2016, 12:54:52 AM5/23/16
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((CO's Office - StarBase 118))
::By the time Sal Taybrim's office door closed behind him, he was officially tired.
Not tired enough to complain about it. He was sure there were others in his staff and crew that were on the bleeding edge of exhaustion - both emotional and physical. However, this day was taking its toll. From the criminal activity to the distressing news that StarBase 118 was harboring a secret level that had previously held unspeakable criminal acts, it was frosted by a layer of healthy paranoia knowing there was a mole in their ranks and Hughes' death was the cherry on top of the bad day sundae.
Sal's usually chipper expression had fallen into a darkened frown as he looked towards his secured commline. He has suspicions on what was going on - but that's all they were: suspicions. Little ghosts of clues that lingered from his days as executive officer. Things he picked up and noticed; changes that happened in the switch from Handley-Page to his own command.
One of them was Commodore Kinney's hostility towards Sal from the moment Sal had questioned his orders.
That's what Sal was most suspicious of. He knew Merek reasonably well. He didn't believe that Merek would willingly conspire with criminals. And Sal really didn't believe that Merek could hide any direct association with criminals from his Betazoid commanding officer. Even if Sal's telepathy was damaged, he had compensated for loss by sharpening his sense of empathy - and he had never suspected treachery from Merek until the evidence started directly pointing in his direction.
However if the orders were coming from a corrupted Starfleet official... like Commodore Kinney... Merek would justify his actions; even believe he was doing the correct thing.::
Taybrim: ::hitting the comm panel a little too hard:: =/\= Taybrim to the Tower. =/\=
::He waited for the confirmation, and the secured channel opened. Sal gazed at the stony faced agent that sat across from the viewscreen::
McHenry: =/\= Commander. =/\= ::Her tone was not accommodating:: =/\= I was waiting for orders from Lieutenant Vondaryan. =/\=
Taybrim: ::He sighed. This wasn't an attempt to go over anyone's head. What he wanted wasn't classified and he could get it from other channels. The difference was if he got it from the Tower it was assured to be secure.:: =/\= Vondaryan's focus has not changed. However this request is well within your ability to provide to me with my clearances. =/\= ::he said it oh-so-diplomatically.::
McHenry: ::She paused. Despite her separation from the normal ebb and flow of the station's work this was the station commander.:: =/\= What is it you are seeking, commander? =/\=
Taybrim: =/\= I need the commline records from the Ops hub for the past 72 hours. Everything - even personal calls. =/\=
::He was fully within his right to request this; especially since officers on duty were not expected to take or make personal calls from the hub except in case of emergency. Standard practice was to move off duty for a short break to make any other sort of personal call.::
McHenry: =/\= Isn't it standard procedure to get those from the Comm/Ops department? =/\=
Taybrim: =/\= It is, but if I can get them through the Tower's resources I can guarantee both security of those records and that they have not been tampered with. =/\=
McHenry: ::She leaned back, considering the request. There wasn't anything she could outright reject; and Vondaryan had already impressed upon his underlings the importance of security of information.:: =/\= Shall I send it to your office? =/\=
Taybrim: =/\= Please. =/\= ::He offered her a generous smile as the stony face dissappeared.::
::it would take some time for the records to be processed. Not a lot of time, but it gave Sal the chance to catch up on some messages; things he hadn't looked at since the start of this crazy mission.::
~*~
To: Lt. Commander Raissa Moonsong, USS Invicta & Commander Sal Taybrim, Starbase 118 Ops
From: Chris Harrington, Starfleet Retired, Deep Space 6
Low to Medium Priority
Hello. You don't know me, but I'm Chythar's adopted uncle, Chris Harrington. I want you to know that no matter what the official story is behind the disappearance of the USS Gorkon, I will help find it. I have refused to believe the kid and his crew are dead and will be doing everything in my power to help find it.
Keep your fingers crossed that we will be successful and bring them home.
Never Losing Faith.
Chris Harrington
Retired Comm Officer
~*~
::His blood ran cold.::
Taybrim: What?!
::It was the sound of shock, of loss, of disbelief.
He didn't believe.
He couldn't believe.
Which was, of course, stupid. People died in space. People died all too easily in space - Marine Captain Hughes was a testament to that. And before him the marines that died on Tilanna. And before that the civilians who still had their pictures in Prylar Durien's shrine.
But an entire ship? An entire top of the line ship led by a Fleet Captain, one that carried a man he considered to be his brother- gone, lost?
Denial was firmly setting in. The fact that the message noted that Mr. Harrington didn;t believe it wasn't helping. However Sal's command status gave him the ability to call up details.
Yes, indeed - by Starfleet reports, the Gorkon was gone. Missing. Well, that wasn't clear evidence of being dead. Dead meant husks in space, corpses, evidence. Missing was... worse. Missing was not knowing, emptiness, a lack of answers.
He checked his commline. The Tower was still working on processing his request and no one had called him yet. Sal indulged in a few moments of a personal call.::
Taybrim: Computer, open a line to Chris Harrington, Deep Space 6.
Computer: Searching...
::There was a pause. Sal considered that he probably should have checked the chronometer difference and seen what the local time on Deep Space 6 was. Well, too late for that. Either Harrington would answer or he wouldn't.::
Taybrim: =/\= Mr. Harrington? This is Commander Sal Taybrim of StarBase 118. =/\= ::It was that gentle query of 'are you there?'
Harrington: =/\= ?
Taybrim: =/\= I trust I'm not interrupting anything...? =/\=
Harrington: =/\= ?
Taybrim: =/\= Yes, I did receive your message. =/\= ::a darkened pause:: =/\= The Gorkon... =/\=
Harrington: =/\= ?
~*~
tags/tbc
~*~
Commander Sal Taybrim
Commanding officer
StarBase 118 Ops
"Why do we fly? Because we have dreamt of it for so long that we must"
~Julian Beck
E239010ST0
::By the time Sal Taybrim's office door closed behind him, he was officially tired.
Not tired enough to complain about it. He was sure there were others in his staff and crew that were on the bleeding edge of exhaustion - both emotional and physical. However, this day was taking its toll. From the criminal activity to the distressing news that StarBase 118 was harboring a secret level that had previously held unspeakable criminal acts, it was frosted by a layer of healthy paranoia knowing there was a mole in their ranks and Hughes' death was the cherry on top of the bad day sundae.
Sal's usually chipper expression had fallen into a darkened frown as he looked towards his secured commline. He has suspicions on what was going on - but that's all they were: suspicions. Little ghosts of clues that lingered from his days as executive officer. Things he picked up and noticed; changes that happened in the switch from Handley-Page to his own command.
One of them was Commodore Kinney's hostility towards Sal from the moment Sal had questioned his orders.
That's what Sal was most suspicious of. He knew Merek reasonably well. He didn't believe that Merek would willingly conspire with criminals. And Sal really didn't believe that Merek could hide any direct association with criminals from his Betazoid commanding officer. Even if Sal's telepathy was damaged, he had compensated for loss by sharpening his sense of empathy - and he had never suspected treachery from Merek until the evidence started directly pointing in his direction.
However if the orders were coming from a corrupted Starfleet official... like Commodore Kinney... Merek would justify his actions; even believe he was doing the correct thing.::
Taybrim: ::hitting the comm panel a little too hard:: =/\= Taybrim to the Tower. =/\=
::He waited for the confirmation, and the secured channel opened. Sal gazed at the stony faced agent that sat across from the viewscreen::
McHenry: =/\= Commander. =/\= ::Her tone was not accommodating:: =/\= I was waiting for orders from Lieutenant Vondaryan. =/\=
Taybrim: ::He sighed. This wasn't an attempt to go over anyone's head. What he wanted wasn't classified and he could get it from other channels. The difference was if he got it from the Tower it was assured to be secure.:: =/\= Vondaryan's focus has not changed. However this request is well within your ability to provide to me with my clearances. =/\= ::he said it oh-so-diplomatically.::
McHenry: ::She paused. Despite her separation from the normal ebb and flow of the station's work this was the station commander.:: =/\= What is it you are seeking, commander? =/\=
Taybrim: =/\= I need the commline records from the Ops hub for the past 72 hours. Everything - even personal calls. =/\=
::He was fully within his right to request this; especially since officers on duty were not expected to take or make personal calls from the hub except in case of emergency. Standard practice was to move off duty for a short break to make any other sort of personal call.::
McHenry: =/\= Isn't it standard procedure to get those from the Comm/Ops department? =/\=
Taybrim: =/\= It is, but if I can get them through the Tower's resources I can guarantee both security of those records and that they have not been tampered with. =/\=
McHenry: ::She leaned back, considering the request. There wasn't anything she could outright reject; and Vondaryan had already impressed upon his underlings the importance of security of information.:: =/\= Shall I send it to your office? =/\=
Taybrim: =/\= Please. =/\= ::He offered her a generous smile as the stony face dissappeared.::
::it would take some time for the records to be processed. Not a lot of time, but it gave Sal the chance to catch up on some messages; things he hadn't looked at since the start of this crazy mission.::
~*~
To: Lt. Commander Raissa Moonsong, USS Invicta & Commander Sal Taybrim, Starbase 118 Ops
From: Chris Harrington, Starfleet Retired, Deep Space 6
Low to Medium Priority
Hello. You don't know me, but I'm Chythar's adopted uncle, Chris Harrington. I want you to know that no matter what the official story is behind the disappearance of the USS Gorkon, I will help find it. I have refused to believe the kid and his crew are dead and will be doing everything in my power to help find it.
Keep your fingers crossed that we will be successful and bring them home.
Never Losing Faith.
Chris Harrington
Retired Comm Officer
~*~
::His blood ran cold.::
Taybrim: What?!
::It was the sound of shock, of loss, of disbelief.
He didn't believe.
He couldn't believe.
Which was, of course, stupid. People died in space. People died all too easily in space - Marine Captain Hughes was a testament to that. And before him the marines that died on Tilanna. And before that the civilians who still had their pictures in Prylar Durien's shrine.
But an entire ship? An entire top of the line ship led by a Fleet Captain, one that carried a man he considered to be his brother- gone, lost?
Denial was firmly setting in. The fact that the message noted that Mr. Harrington didn;t believe it wasn't helping. However Sal's command status gave him the ability to call up details.
Yes, indeed - by Starfleet reports, the Gorkon was gone. Missing. Well, that wasn't clear evidence of being dead. Dead meant husks in space, corpses, evidence. Missing was... worse. Missing was not knowing, emptiness, a lack of answers.
He checked his commline. The Tower was still working on processing his request and no one had called him yet. Sal indulged in a few moments of a personal call.::
Taybrim: Computer, open a line to Chris Harrington, Deep Space 6.
Computer: Searching...
::There was a pause. Sal considered that he probably should have checked the chronometer difference and seen what the local time on Deep Space 6 was. Well, too late for that. Either Harrington would answer or he wouldn't.::
Taybrim: =/\= Mr. Harrington? This is Commander Sal Taybrim of StarBase 118. =/\= ::It was that gentle query of 'are you there?'
Harrington: =/\= ?
Taybrim: =/\= I trust I'm not interrupting anything...? =/\=
Harrington: =/\= ?
Taybrim: =/\= Yes, I did receive your message. =/\= ::a darkened pause:: =/\= The Gorkon... =/\=
Harrington: =/\= ?
~*~
tags/tbc
~*~
Commander Sal Taybrim
Commanding officer
StarBase 118 Ops
"Why do we fly? Because we have dreamt of it for so long that we must"
~Julian Beck
E239010ST0
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