The Intelligence Files

Posted on Wed Dec 15th, 2010 @ 10:29am by Lieutenant Commander Delon Tovan

889 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Peace, or Something Like It
Location: Onasi Palace - Turkana IV
Timeline: Current

[Onasi Palace - Turkana IV]

"Mistress Onasi, you have a visitor." The young female announced over the intercom.

"I am preoccupied at the moment." The answer came.

Delon looked at the young female with a raised eye brow and a nod.

She smiled at him. "I have already told him that you were preoccupied but he insisted. He says that he is from the Calypso...Lieutenant..." The young female was cut in the middle of the sentence.

"Let him in."

"Mistress will see you now." The young female smiled at him once again and motioned for the door. "Right through there."

"Thank you." He headed through the double doors. Inside was an office in which Lumiya often worked. It was of a very decent size. It front of him was a set of windows with the desk in front of it. To the left there was a sofa with couple of chairs surrounding a coffee table.

"So, is the purpose of this visit business or pleasure?" Lumiya asked from across the desk. She didn't bother standing up but she did motion towards an empty chair sitting across from her.

Delon headed for an empty chair. As he took his seat he responded. "Business."

The smile on her face turned into a frown briefly. "I was afraid you'd say that. No matter, what is that I can do for you Lieutenant Tovan?" She asked in a professional manner.

"As you are already aware Commander York along with the Grand Marshal from the Coalition has been rescued. They were being held in a factory complex of sort that is outside both the territories of Alliance and Coalition. I am looking for information concerning this factory."

Lumiya nodded. "And what kind of information exactly?"

"The kind that only an Intelligence Agency would have on file." Delon responded to her question.

Lumiya leaned back in the chair. She crossed her legs and placed her hands on her leg. "What makes you think that our Intelligence Agency would have any type of information concerning this factory?"

"It is their business to know things that no one else does. It is the nature of the beast." Delon responded.

"I see your point Lieutenant Tovan." She smiled. "Well, if we did have any information on this particular factory complex I would not be able to release it to you anyway. There are certain procedures that are in place that prevent me from sharing information from the Intelligence files with anyone. I hope you understand."

Tovan nodded. "I think I do." In her own way she had just confirmed that there was more to this than it meets the eye.

"Excuse me Mistress; can you come out here for a moment?" The intercom interrupted their conversation.

"I will be there in a moment." She looked at Tovan. "If you will excuse me for a moment." She winked at him as she walked past him.

Tovan stood up to show respect nodding to her. He watched her head out of the room and close the door behind her.

As soon as Lumiya had stepped out of the office she noticed the General standing in the hallway. She sighed. She knew what this was going to be about and she didn't look forward to it. "Yes General?"

"What is he doing here?" General asked.

Lumiya looked at the General with a raised eye brow. "He wanted to check up on me...to make sure that I was alright."

"And he couldn't have done that from his ship?"

Lumiya smiled. "If I didn't know better I would say that you are jealous of the young Lieutenant in there."

"No....that's not it!" General protested.

She winked at him. "Are they ready for the briefing?"

"Yes, they are."

"I will meet you there in a few." Lumiya responded and headed back into the office."I'm sorry about that, but it would seem that I have some business I must attend too."

"That's alright. I was just leaving anyway." Tovan said as he stood up from his seat.

"It's such a shame that we both must run like this." Lumiya said as she approached the desk.

"Indeed."

"Maybe if you are free later this evening we can meet up for dinner." Lumiya wondered.

"I can arrange that." Tovan responded.

"Excellent. So shall we say 2100 hours in front of the Palace."

Tovan nodded.

"Alright, see you then Mr. Tovan." Lumiya smiled as she sat behind her desk.

"Till then, Madam Onasi." Tovan nodded to her and headed for the door.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be more helpful." Lumiya said from her desk.

"It's alright. I think I got everything I came for." Tovan responded.

"Good. See you later."

"Later it is." Tovan responded and stepped out. As he stepped out the General was standing in front of the door waiting for Lumiya. Tovan noticed him. "General."

"Lieutenant."

Tovan headed down the hallway to his beam in point. He looked in his hand at the data rod with a grin on his face. Lumiya leaned back in her chair and looked at the screen that was previously black now it was turned on. She shook her head and stood up heading out the door to her briefing.

=/= End of Transmission =/=

Lieutenant Delon Tovan
Chief Operations Officer
USS Calypso

Lumiya Onasi
Minister
Alliance

General
Alliance

 

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