Dinner Date

Posted on Fri May 7th, 2021 @ 8:38pm by Rear Admiral Greg Coulson & Commodore Wilkan Targaryen

566 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Cheese
Location: Undisclosed Location
Timeline: 2430-08-31, 17:00

"Did you really think I wouldn't find you?"

Rear Admiral Gregory Coulson turned and lifted his concealed phaser at the figure who stood near. His life was one of secrets and, in all that time, only one person had ever been able to sneak up on him. He still held the phaser though at the other man, "I wondered when you'd show up."

Admiral William Teagarden lifted his hands in mock surrender, "I'm unarmed Greg."

"I'm not," he answered still holding the phaser. "Are you here to bring me in?"

"Officially yes," William answered with a nod. "When I bring you in depends on you though."

He kept the phaser trained on his colleague, "It's not time yet. I'll let you know when."

The other smirked, "I'll keep that in mind. Can I put my hands down yet?"

"Depends on if you're going to try to take me down in the interim," Greg answered. "I have had a lot of training matches against you and I know that you can close this distance in a second and have me in a grapple. You're not exactly an easy person to take down either so I'd prefer not to have to try."

"Touche. How about this. You keep the phaser on me if it makes you feel safe. I'm putting my hands down and I'm going to have a chat with an old friend," he lowered his hands after he spoke. Noticing he hadn't been fired on he smiled, "A step in the right direction."

"He's at risk Will and you know that," Coulson asserted. "He wouldn't have issued that call otherwise."

"I just spoke with him on a comm call hours ago and he swears he's fine," Willian answered. "He thinks that we're crazy for being here and ordered us to leave."

Coulson shook his head, "Who was watching? Who was listening? I bet Tei appeared not long after."

"We have to take his word for it. Hell, Elle just told me he got a promotion earlier today. Proconsul of the Romulan Star Empire. He seems to be doing pretty well for himself," Willian taunted.

"There's more to it then," Greg lowered the phaser, "and you know it. He wouldn't have sent that message otherwise."

"Well let me be blunt: You have just declared war between the Federation and the Romulans, Greg. Myself, Luzol, and Jasmine are doing everything we can to keep the Federation from being plunged into war. Do yourself a favor and get back to your ship and head as far away from here as you can. The Nyberrite Alliance is always looking for good people. Go. I'm giving you a head start."

Coulson looked at his friend and sighed, "Not until I'm sure."

"I'm giving you an hour Greg," Willian said as he walked toward the door. "After that, well you are public enemy number one and that phaser isn't going to stop me." He stepped through the door.

"Galatea to Targaryen."

Willian tapped his communicator as his friend watched him, "Perfect timing. I'm ready to come back aboard."

"We have a bigger concern, Sir. Several members of our Senior Staff have been arrested," the holographic AI informed from aboard the ship.

Coulson smirked, "Maybe you're the one that declared that war."

"59 minutes," Willian answered as he skulked out the door. He addressed Galatea with a scowl, "Recall all personnel. Where are they?"

 

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