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Sd241810.23 | FCO and Bismarck XO | 'Observation'

Posted on Fri Nov 2nd, 2018 @ 9:29am by Admiral Abraham Vice & Commander Robert Schoening

Mission: Once More Unto The Horizon
Location: Mars, Utopia Planitia Fleet Yards
Timeline: Mission Day 5

Vice had returned from the outer reaches of the Federation, for a very special event - the inauguration of the President of the United Federation of Planets. Since the assassination of President Nanietta Bacco back in 2385, the security at this events had been doubled, maybe even tripled. As such, all senior Starfleet staff where now required not one but two body guards with them at all times. With that, as Admiral Vice rounded the curved corridor, in his full dress whites, he was flanked on either side by 2 Starfleet Security Officers of Lieutenant grade, and a Yeoman who was acting as his personal aide for this trip.

As they reached their destination, the yeoman stepped in front of him to press the doors 'buzzer', an act that unsettled the Scottish admiral, he had never been used to have 'staff' to complete menial tasks for him. "Ack, I can do it myself lad.", he swatted at the yeoman's arms.

"Damn, no orders for me yet..." Bob muttered as he stared at the computer terminal. He'd been sitting here at Utopia Planitia, cooling his heels and waiting for orders. He'd been detached from his duties here at Utopia but told to hold for orders that they had assured him were 'coming soon'. But it had been ten days and so far nothing had come...

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the door chime. "Come in..." he called out.

The entourage that had accompanied the Admiral, hung back at the entance as he stepped over the threshold into the Commander's office. The young yeoman, hovered in the doorway, keeping it from 'swishing' closed. "Commander Schoening?"

"Yes sir!" Robert said, standing up quickly and coming to attention. "Commander Robert Schoening, sir!"

The Admiral in his full dress uniform walked towards the Commander's desk, raising a hand out a shake as he reached him. "Glad to meet you lad. I've heard great reports about you, Commander."

"It's an honor to meet you sir," he said as he took the admiral's hand and shook it. "And thank you for the compliment sir. To what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting sir?"

The yeoman scuttled over and out of the metaphoricaly shadow that the Admiral cast, handed the Commander a padd, the Starfleet Intelligence logo clearly visible in the top left corner of the script on screen.

Robert took the PADD from the yeoman and quickly glanced at it, seeing that it contained his orders. That did not surprise him - he had been expecting orders for some time now. What DID surprise him was that they were being delivered by Admiral Vice in person. "Orders to the Bismarck, sir? I've heard good things about that ship and I would be proud to serve aboard her. But if I may ask, Admiral - these orders could have been sent to me electronically. Why were they delivered to me in person by you?"

The Admiral eyed the yeoman with a look that said, Get Out. Without saying a word, the Yeoman, left the room, the office doors closing tight behind him. "Commander, I need eyes and ears out there. The Bismarck is going out in the midst of the unknown, something that Starfleet hasn't really done in a long long time. I'm also not convinced about the Commanding Officer." Abraham, pulled one of the chairs out from in front of Robert's desk and took a seat. "I wanted to put a face to the name of my key contact."

Smiling he signaled for the Commander to retake his seat.

Robert walked around his desk and sat back down again. He steepled his fingers in front of him as he looked at the admiral for a moment. "Let me see if I understand you correctly, Admiral. You want me to take this posting aboard the Bismarck so I can spy on my commanding officer? And may I ask what it is about the CO that you're not convinced about? Before I agree to this I'd like to know just exactly what the situation is that I'm walking into."

Vice nodded. "No, your primary purpose will be to act as the S.F.I liaison, feeding back new intelligence directly to my office. Your secondary purpose, is yes, to keep an eye on Carta. I've known him for quiet a while." Pausing slightly, he stood up in his chair, "I can't quiet do the math on why he chose to re-activate his commission, and drag that hunk of junk the Bismarck out of the scrap yard. Something feel's off. My gut tell's me there is more going on here."

"I see..." Bob said. Then, choosing his words carefully, he continued. "Admiral, I would be lying if I said I was comfortable with this assignment. I understand that it may be necessary to, as you say, 'keep an eye' on Captain Carta but I'm not sanguine about it at all. I knew Carta at the Academy - he was two years behind me - and to think he would do anything wrong goes against every fiber of my being. But I will accept the posting albeit with a bit of hesitation."

"I need to go Commander, can't keep the new President of the Federation waiting." He turned and walked back to the main door, "I believe the Bismarck left without a full complement of Runabouts. They're missing their third, a slipstream cargo shuttle. It's got some specialist equipment that the engineer requested. You'll find it waiting for you in the main docking port."

"Aye sir," Schoening responded. "I will be ready to leave within the hour."


Admiral Abraham Vice
Commander, Fifth Fleet


Commander Robert Schoening
Executive Officer, Bismarck


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