Spies 1

Posted on Thu Apr 30th, 2015 @ 8:27am by Commodore Samantha York & Sergeant Amarylis Beckinsale

761 words; about a 4 minute read

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Sam finished reading over all the files and reports on Amarylis Beckinsale a third time. Something was clearly wrong, not just with Beckinsale, but in general. People showing up she didn't recognize, events that made no sense.

She looked at the report again and tapped her combadge. "York to Newmark. I have a question about the report on Sergeant Beckinsale. Please come to my ready room in thirty minutes."

That was the second thing she needed to deal with. The first was more pressing -- at least for her.

Her first priority was the matter of her Yeoman. She'd never had a yeoman, she never wanted a Yeoman. And yet, for some reason, one was here. So, where did one show up? Sam searched the files for transfers in case she missed something and found none.

Now more concerned than ever, she tapped the comm to the Yeoman's desk. "Could you please come in here?" she asked.

Moments later Petty Officer Jamieson found herself before the Commodore. "You asked to see me ma'am?"

"Yes, I did. I've looked over your record. More importantly, what isn't in your record and I would like to know why you are here."

Jamison sighed pressing her lips together placing her hands behind her back. "I asked Command the same thing when they assigned me here. Word is you are not one to keep Yeomen."

"No. Nor did I accept one onto my ship," Sam said. "That's why I want to know why you are here."

"Wait what? You didn't get my orders? I gave them to Commander Storm, he told me he'd pass them on." Jamison exclaimed worriedly.

Sam looked her in the eye. "No. Mr. Storm was never in a position to give me anything, Yeoman. And now he's gone." She paused for a moment. "Have you heard the phrase, You can't lie to a Betazoid? It's true. And for the record, word is I never have a Yeoman. Not once and definitely not you. So, please answer my question."

"Seriously?! You don't think I know you're a betazoid? I went to Starfleet Command they said I was to report here. I did so and now I'm here...." The Yeoman was becoming more agitated and Sam would be able to pick up on confusion from her inner thoughts.

"You're relieved of duty and confined to your quarters until I decide what to do with you," Sam said. "And until I find out why you're really here."

"Oh..." she said before placing her face in her palms and began to cry.

Sam sat patiently and waited for her to finish.

Jamison stopped crying, wiping her eyes and looking back to York. "I'm sorry. I..I just don't understand."

"What were your orders from Starfleet Command?" Sam asked, her tone a little less abrasive.

"To report here." She replied deceptively.

"And..." Sam urged. "Because we both know it was more than just that."

Jamison sighed resignedly. "And to watch you. Some sort of IA thing."

"And that is why you're relieved of duty," Sam replied. "There is no Internal Affairs thing. There is a crooked Admiral in Starfleet and you are yet another in a long line of pawns he is using and discarding. If you have any doubts, you can ask the JAG officer on board who has been watching me. And working with me."

"So I'm cooked goose because I did what I was told? Am I supposed to be like some sort of intelligence person and know when someone is lying to me? I'm sorry I'm not a betazoid." Jamison began to rant frustratedly. "No wonder you don't have a yeoman, or an XO...."

"No wonder you're confined to quarters," Sam countered. "For the safety of my crew and my ship, you have been relieved of duty and an official reprimand will be placed in your permanent record. You can take it up with command after the current crisis is over."

"Because an IA investigation endangers your crew. It doesn't matter, you'll just get away with it like you always do. Lock me up, I'll happily find another profession." she replied angrily awaiting the security team to take her away.

"I hope you don't become a scapegoat in all this," Sam replied. "People who don't know how to think for themselves generally do. " She nodded to security to take the Yeoman to her quarters and make sure she stayed there.

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Petty Officer Jamison
Yeoman

Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer

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