One Man Army

Posted on Tue Dec 29th, 2020 @ 3:34am by Commodore Loatha Targaryen & Commodore Wilkan Targaryen

1,006 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Cheese
Location: Commander in Chief's Office, Starfleet Headquarters
Timeline: 2430-08-30, 10:30

"Admiral Luzol is very busy, Admiral," M'Ret answered from her seat adjacent to the entry to the CinC's Office. "She has asked not to be disturbed."

Willian Targaryen sighed. Not long ago M'Ret had been his secretary when he held this post, now she was throwing the same roadblocks she used to do for him in his face. He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought, "Is she really busy or is this the same situation as when I didn't want to deal with someone disgruntled?"

The alien assistant said nothing for a second, but quickly moved back into all business, "As I said Admiral Luzol is very busy and has asked not to be disturbed."

He crossed his arms, "M'ret I order you as a Starfleet Admiral to inform Admiral Luzol that I'm out here."

"And her orders supersede yours," the counter was quick and succinct. "She is a Fleet Admiral after all and the top of the organizational hierarchy. If she doesn't want bothered then she won't be bothered."

"This has been fun but I've had enough already." He turned passed her and walked straight to the door. Reaching for the keypad next to it, despite the protests of the Fleet Admiral's assistant, he input his wife's keycode and the door slid open. He stepped through the door and into his wife's office, M'Ret close behind.

"I asked not to be disturbed!" Fleet Admiral Luzol sat at the large conference table right inside the door with a scattering of PADDs across the table. She held a blue datapad and looked up to see Willian with M'ret right behind, "That also applies to you."

Willian sat at the opposite side, "I understand, but M'ret didn't get much of a say. I kinda stepped in."

"I am sorry, Fleet Admiral. I will call security," M'ret started for the door.

Luzol sighed, "It's fine. Go ahead and return to your duties. We can discuss this breach later, but I have a feeling you really had no say in the matter. Dismissed."

"Aye."

"She really is one of the best assistants anyone could ever have," Willian said after she had left.

His wife sighed, "I'm aware of that. What's so urgent that you had to break my privacy seal?"

"Coulson."

"What about him?" The CinC asked as she kept her attention on the PADD she was holding and half listening.

"He's gone to Ni'Var on his own," the CO of Starfleet One informed his wife.

She slammed the PADD down, "He what?"

Willian nodded, "I received the message only a few moments ago. He felt betrayed by the decision we made to not go after Sakkath and decided he'd go it alone. He took New Vulcan's Waverider and set course for Vulcan at 09:00 local time this morning."

"Computer, locate the waverider of New Vulcan and display on wall monitor 2," Luzol commanded as she rose from her seat. "Does he have any idea..."

"Unable to comply. Vehicle not found."

She turned toward her husband just as he answered, "I already tried that. He masked the signature, shut off the transponder, and changed the prefix codes. Not to mention he pretty much shut down New Vulcan in the process of leaving. I deployed the Saratoga to assist and secure the area should the Klingons try to take advantage of the situation."

"Great. Now all we have to worry about is securing the Federation should the Romulans decide to do the same thing." She crossed her arms and looked at the monitor, "Computer, display the secure traffic report I received this morning from Starfleet Intelligence regarding the Romulan Neutral Zone."

An alarm tone came from the workstation, "Admiral Willian Targaryen does not have clearance to view the referenced traffic report."

"Override on my authority," the Fleet Admiral ordered.

"Command acknowledged," the display immediately changed to a map of the Romulan Neutral Zone as it spread through the Sierra and Vulcan Sectors to Ni'Var. Several copies of the Romulan Star Empire logo appeared along the Neutral Zone. A series of data scrolled along the side of the wall monitor.

Luzol pointed at the display, "The Romulans have begun to deploy their forces along the border. Many of their larger warbirds are on patrol, but we have reports of transport ships being among them. Supposedly there has been a shakeup inside the Romulan hierarchy and the hardliners are growing in strength."

"This has to be what Sakkath was trying to warn us about. They must have found him out," Willian said with a sigh. "We need to get our own boots on the ground."

"And provoke things even further? The President already said no to all this. I won't override him. We need to prepare for what is to come. The Romulus Reborn movement, the Empty Crown, half a dozen other factions all want to see the Federation and the Romulans at war with each other. We need to be prepared for that, but we also need to not give them the provocation."

"Just like Greg's doing right now? A Starfleet Admiral in a Starfleet vessel heading into enemy territory to try to interfere with the Romulan government. I think the ship has sailed," he said as he looked at the display screen. He let out a long breath, "We need to stop Greg, or at least use him to our advantage."

She rolled her eyes, "What exactly were you going to do? Take your ship and go rushing in? No. We won't risk an interstellar incident. There may still be time to brand Greg as a malcontent."

"Or we do both," he countered. "Label Greg then I take Enterprise in under the guise of trying to bring him in. It also gives us a chance to better investigate what is going on."

Luzol stared at the screen, "Please tell me you didn't have anything to do with this."

"This wasn't my plan," he answered, "but it is a better one."

"You just need to pray that the President sees it that way."

 

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