Epilogue

Posted on Wed Feb 8th, 2023 @ 12:33pm by Commodore Loatha Targaryen & Commodore Wilkan Targaryen

813 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Hope
Location: Ready Room, USS Enterprise
Timeline: 2431-03-10, 08:45

"While they were unable to gather specific data on the origin of the True Way support from the Interstellar Coalition, the crew of the Uhura had strong indications that it was the outpost on Tezle. Cardassian warships pursued them from Tezle and they were unlike previously encountered Cardassian vessels." Willian Targaryen explained from his office aboard the Enterprise.

Across subspace Starfleet Commander Luzol Targaryen was in her office at Starfleet Command in San Francisco listening to her husband's report. Dressed in the more relaxed, casual uniform that officers were permitted to wear every so often, Luzol was going through the report as her husband summarized it, but she didn't look too pleased. "So, to recap, your team violated the Demilitarized Zone, traveled to a Cardassian outpost and made their presence known, traveled to another planetary outpost and then got chased off by some Cardassians before the Enterprise had to come rescue them?"

"This was Starfleet's mission parameter," Willian reminded. "Your Director of Intelligence is the one who asked us to travel out there."

His wife sighed with the sigh where he knew he was going to get yelled at, but she was trying her best not to yell. "What we wanted you to do was long range observation. the Uhura was perfectly suited for those assignments. Hell, her sensors are almost as good as the Enterprise's!"

"Captain Bishop was correct in his assessment," Willian defended. "But I think that there's more to our discussion."

"Other than the Cardassians and their annoying official protest?" There was the irritation he'd been waiting for.

Willian gestured it away, "Yeah they're always irritated. Try again."

"Why are you on the Enterprise and not your station?" The Starfleet Commander questioned.

"How do you know I'm on Enterprise?" He questioned.

Luzol sighed, "Well the subspace packet ID is the Enterprise, I recognize the room that you're in, I happened to command that ship once or twice, there's a giant painting of it behind your desk, and I know you. Good enough reasons to know where you are?"

"You are my wife," he replied.

"Which is why I'm reminding you that you are the Executive Director of Starfleet Contingency first, Maelstrom Sector Commander second, Commanding Officer of Deep Space 12 third, and that ship's commander finally. You really need to review the application packets we've forwarded you for your replacement as captain of that ship," Luzol was direct and to the point.

This time Willian sighed, "I've commanded this ship for over 21 years. If you count temporal anomalies even more than that. It's hard to say goodbye to her."

"The President specifically chose you to lead this operation. Something happens here and we're knocked out then you're the Starfleet Commander by default. Your designated survivor is the President. That needs to be your priority," there was finality to her words.

"Are you ordering me to rescind my captaincy?" It was a hard question to ask.

Luzol paused as she thought about the question. Willian knew, deep down, what the answer was without her speaking another word. How she answered surprised him, "For the time being I am not ordering it, merely recommending."

"Thank you, Admiral, I will take it under advisement," the lower ranked Admiral answered.

"Good," she knew full well what he meant by his answer. She added, "Really think about it. This isn't like forgetting to take out the garbage."

Admiral Targaryen nodded, and answered like when he did forget to take out the garbage, "I will. In the mean time what about the Cardassians?"

"The President is handling it. For now just keep business as usual." The Fleet Admiral answered.

"We can do that," Willian replied. "Are you heading out here any time soon? The Fearless will be making another run soon."

She shook her head, "I'm afraid not. The President is asking to meet with me about a new Project he wants to launch and I have some meetings with my counterpart from the Klingon Empire in the next few days."

"The Klingons?" He immediately remembered when she had been attacked and nearly killed at the High Council. Relations with the Empire were not what they once were either. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Like the Arbiter of Succession killing the Klingon Chancellor?" She asked snarkily.

Willian laughed, "It's called a Right of Vengeance for a reason, dear."

"I think I'll be fine. Just remember: business as usual for you," she looked off camera - probably getting a notice from that annoying little Rubicun assistant she had. "Speaking of which..."

"Alright. I have to go anyway. Looks like my boss wants me to move into my new office," Admiral Targaryen answered. "Have a good meeting with the Klingons. Love you!"

"Love you too," she closed the channel.

Willian leaned back into his chair and looked around his Ready Room. Now came the worst part: packing.

 

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