Brass Tacks (Part 2)
Posted on Mon Mar 16th, 2015 @ 6:50am by Lieutenant Mira Jayna & Lieutenant Rembrandt 'Remy' Batiste & Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus & Jethro Vance & Logan
Edited on on Mon Mar 16th, 2015 @ 6:58am
1,038 words; about a 5 minute read
Mission:
Deadly Diplomacy
Location: VIP Quarters
[CONTINUED]
[OLD]
"Has anyone ever thought that..." Spartacus had been sitting with her mind tracing the actions and words, reading the ambiant emotions but more so the body language. "Slave Girls have a way to blend and not be so readily associated with the Federation types?" She suggested. "Slave Girls are a sign of having some power; hanging off someone's arm is only a cover, we make very good spies you know, no one notices the Slave Girl anymore than the color of paint on the wall if played right?"
[NEW]
Jayna addressed Spartacus first. "That would be great, except that there's no way to get to Stryfe right now, so any way to make contact without causing him to kill Wolfe and Lancaster and disappear again." Then she looked at Vance. "Same goes if Lancaster suddenly starts feigning interest in Stryfe."
"It's not about feigning interest in the man it's about catering to his cause, stroking his ego. Wolfe went to Stryfe under the same premise. If Lancaster did not even share the faintest interest in aiding Stryfe then she will surely be executed. The Captain has no time for excess baggage he is efficient in what he does. It's the reason they chose him, but he's too ruthless. His mind is one-tracked and his ego blinds him. If anyone can thwart him it's Lancaster."
Jethro took a sip from his drink and let out a long drawn sigh. "The problem is....Damion Wolfe."
Remy slammed his hand on the table. "The problem is there is an inexperienced Intelligence Officer with Wolfe. Everyone here is forgetting the most important piece of the puzzle." He paused slightly as he took a PADD in his small hand and lifted it up a bit. He looked around at every as he said "If it's not apparent to everyone else here, allow me to emphasize my point." than slammed the PADD onto the table, breaking it unexpectedly. "WOLFE WANTS STRYFE JUST AS BADLY AS ANYONE ELSE HERE!"
"Calm down, Remy." Logan said, placing his hand on his friends shoulder.
"No! I am not going to sit here and listen to a civilian put down a loyal Starfleet Intel officer. Putting aside the fact that Max insisted on him being here to help, he is still a civilian and he doesn't know the players involved here." Remy said as he pointed to Jethro.
"He knows Max and the Admiral vouched for him. That should be good enough." Logan added.
Remy narrowed his eyes slightly and stood up from his chair. "I wont put my faith into an inexperienced Intel Officer who got lucky when she sent us a message. Stryfe has evaded Starfleet Intelligence for a long time and some Science Officer who just happens to be there is not going to take him out that easily. Wolfe is not a problem. He is a solution so stop talking about him like he is in the same category as Stryfe."
"I think the fact that she did get a message to us shows tremendous skill." Logan added as he shrugged slightly, keeping his voice soft and calm.
"If I wanted to know your opinion, Mister Logan, I would give it to you." Remy shot back as he looked over to his friend.
Logan crossed his arms over his chest and did his best to remain calm. He understood the kind of pressure Remy was in, so he wasn't about to snap back at him for making a comment like that, but he wasn't going to take it either. "I am sure Wolfe did his best to show her a few tricks that came in handy. Especially one that involved sending and receiving coded messages when in the middle of a covert mission. You have to give him some credit. He was trained by Max who knows all the tricks and even wrote some himself." He paused slightly, raising a brow as he uncrossed is arms and put them at his hips. "And what's with this new found loyalty to Wolfe. You hate him. You've said so plenty of times yourself."
"Just because I don't like him, doesn't mean I don't trust him to do his job. Despite his methods, he does breed results. Results the admiralty has become a custom to seeing. You can't argue that." Remy said as he turned back around and looked at everyone again. "Wolfe should not be excluded. He has history in this and provides a pretty view of whats going on than anyone of us here."
While Jethro's exterior remained calm and collected, he was anything but. These kids were in for a lesson. "Alright children you listen up." he began in a raised tone. "You came into my quarters and asked for my help doing so without knowing your heads from your own asses. I know this because if you did know the difference you would know exactly who the hell I am. I was doing this while you were both just a thought in your parent's heads. Who the hell do you think put Stryfe where he was?"
He leaned forward placing his elbows on his knees glaring at the two young upstarts. "So let me put this in a language you all can understand. I respect Max, Damion and all officers under my branch, yeah that's right you never get out and maybe if you two hadn't just got out of your diapers you may know this. The only reason I haven't knocked you both out is because of my respect for Max. But my daughter is dead. She's dead because I chose loyalty to this branch over her. She's dead because I was young and foolish just like the two of you and now she's paid for it. So right now, my priorities are to her and finding her killer. If you want my help, i'll give it. If you don't, then get the hell out."
(To be continued...)
Lieutenant JG Mira Jayna
Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer
Lieutenant Rembrandt "Remy" Batiste
Chief Intelligence Officer
Logan
Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer
Jethro Vance
Father of Alexandra
Ensign Teenah Spartacus
Counselor
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