PLOT - JDL | Com Ivanova & Cmdr Dahe'el - "Destinations..."

Posted on Wed Feb 10th, 2016 @ 12:28am by Commander Almar Dahe'el & Admiral Rochelle Ivanova

853 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Resurgere

It had taken a little longer than the crew of the Vindicator were usually used to, the ship that they had been forced to abandon had been equipped with the latest in Slipstream technology and found itself travelling between sectors with ease. Being on the Pendragon was a change, it was a much older ship and was only equipped with the standard Warp Drive, although it had the same power systems as the Discovery Class, it simply couldn't put the speeds together that the newer ship could.

Almar had found himself back on the bridge once the plans had been finalized, the crew of the Pendragon were uncomfortable being docked with a Starfleet facility for too long, so as the mighty ship approached Cold Station Theta, the mood on the bridge got ever so much darker.

Even Rochelle could feel the shift, see it in nervous and anxious glances, from the moment the station came into view, glittering against the stars. She ignored them, seeing no need to placate or coddle the Vanguard crew. Her word would hold fast and resolute, never challenged or crumbling. Instead she sat in the command chair, soothing the rambunctious child within her. "Once we're docked..." Her gaze flickered towards Almar, "Let's make haste. Pendragon is clear to leave at a moment's notice as per Admiral Red's honor."

"Our crew have been briefed and prepared to move, we should be able to complete the transfer in in less than a couple of hours, moving this many people would normally take half a day, especially if we factor in transferring anyone requiring ongoing medical attention." the Cardassian replied with a slight smile as he rubbed at the side of his head, running his fingers over the scaled ridges next to his eye, "The Admiral has been sure to have the necessaries standing by."

"Have trust that she does." The Commodore replied, restlessly shifting in her seat. The timeline would work. It would have to. "We can be thankful for cooperation and understanding at this point, rejoice for success later."

A slight nod of agreement was given as Almar forced himself to his feet and began pacing behind the command chairs, "We were fortunate this time around, our next encounter with Tr'Bak, we can be sure he will not let himself be run off like a dog."

Rochelle didn't bother turning to look at him. She could hear his foot falls against the deck plates and feel the caustic energy pouring off him. The topic of Tr'Bak was a bitter one; cold and metallic tasting as it crossed over the palate of their psyches and filtered on through the rest of their cerebral cortex. "We'll be ready for him." Her chin lifted ever so slightly in defiance against the very thought of the Romulan. He'd come for them, one way or another, of that she was ever so positively sure - but she'd be waiting for him when he did. One way or another it would end.

"I've already put a proposal to Admiral Red to have the next Vindicator constructed at Cold Station Theta once the shipyards have finished their refit, I want to be the one leading the construction teams." The words rolled off his tongue dripping with a depth of meaning.

The redhead nodded, "I'll see to it." She replied and was drawing breath to say something more when the Tellarite grunted about being hailed.

"They're finally ready to dock this beast." He snorted, grumbling under his breath about the ineptitude of others and other spacial slurs that the Commodore chose to ignore.

"Take her in, low and slow," Almar replied as he turned to look at the viewscreen and observe the process, "This is a reclaimed facility, docking procedure is to enter the lower docking stack and move up on the z-axis when in position, not your usual method for a ship this size."

The Tellarite huffed and opened his snout to argue, but knew better. The Cardassian was correct, the ship's massive size called for different tactics when it came to bringing her in to port at stations like Theta. Anything different could and would spell disaster for both ship and station alike. Rochelle stayed quiet and poised, steeling herself away for the coming encounter with Admiral Red. The woman was waiting, likely pacing across the deck plates of her office and wearing a track in the steel. Any carpet would have long been worn away by the constant hammering of boot clad feet, adding to the list of destroyed Federation property that would certainly be tossed the Commodore's way. There would be a price to pay, of that she was sure - but the price remained to be seen and she prayed to whatever God was listening that it wouldn't be steep. That it wouldn't be Landon they demanded in penance. "And so it begins..." She sighed as the massive ship began to cross under the shadows of the station's elaborate beam work.

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Commodore Rochelle Ivanova
Commanding Officer
USS VINDICATOR, NCC-78213-E (destroyed)

Commander Almar Dahe'el
Executive Officer
USS VINDICATOR, NCC-78213-E (destroyed)

 

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