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Offer Rescinded

Posted on Thursday February 13th, 2020 @ 9:52pm by Commander Tharia sh'Elas & Lieutenant Commander Elias Walker
Edited on on Sunday February 16th, 2020 @ 8:29pm

Mission: Whispers In The Dark
Location: Ready Room
Timeline: Day 7 at 1040

"Commanding Officer's log, supplemental.

Ulysses has been at high warp for several days as we make our way towards Xendi Sabu to begin our investigation into the attack on Federation soil. The ship has functioned perfectly and it would seem that we have ironed out all the issues were were experiencing. The crew have worked tirelessly to get the Ulysses functioning at peak efficiency in time for our mission, and they are to be commended.

As we approach the outskirts of Federation space, however, I find myself wondering if my colleagues at Starfleet Command were right; perhaps we should have looked to seal our borders after the events of 2385? Perhaps we should look to ourselves and stop pushing the boundaries of the final frontier. If we keep pushing into the unknown, then we must surely expect to come across hostile species once more... right? Memories of the Dominion War linger for so many of my people, and no one desires any sort of repeat of that long conflict. Like them, I must hope that when we get to the bottom of this attack, a peaceful solution can be found..."

Ready Room, Deck One

All was quiet on the Ulysses as she hurtled towards the edge of Federation Space. Tharia sat on her ready room sofa, idly flipping through a report on a PADD; more crew transfers once they rendezvoused with the Task Group, but she couldn't help but wonder when things would stabilize themselves. "Change is as good as a rest," her mother would say, but surely they couldn't keep undergoing changes if they were to make any inroads?

She was just starting to feel a little drowsy when a monotonous beeping sound began to permeate the room, the offending piece of equipment being the computer console that began to rise up from beneath her desk. That could mean only one thing; a transmission.

'I wonder who it is this time...'

Wandering over to the desk and walking around the outside edge, the Commander pulled out her chair and took up her customary position at the desk. As the console rose to its final stopping point, Tharia noticed the flashing words beneath the logo of the United Federation of Planets. An incoming transmission from Deep Space 5.

"Computer, authorization sh'Elas, Alpha-Six-Three," she called out as she focused her attention on the screen. A beep and a change of screen later, and the Andorian was greeted by a familiar face. "Missing us already, Admiral?" she smiled.

"I wish it was as simple as that," Admiral Azulas remarked, the Trill looking more than a little flustered as she looked through the monitor at the Andorian.

"That doesn't sound good," the Commander retorted with a frown as her antennae bowed in unison.

"I want you to know that this wasn't my decision," the Trill spoke with wide eyes and a quicker pace, "I even protested on your behalf, but Admiral Hanson was having none of it," she added somewhat nervously, almost on the verge of becoming a blabbermouth. A deep breath later and she broke the news. "Admiral Hanson has overturned Commander Walker's promotion to executive officer," she told sheepishly.

"What do you mean he's overturned it?" Tharia asked with incredulity. "I was told that no matter how much Starfleet Command messed around with other appointments, the right to appoint a new executive officer would rest solely with me," she growled.

Azulas threw her hands up in the air in surrender, "Don't shoot the messenger! I argued the same point with him, but he felt that given the nature of your mission, you need to have someone aboard who has experience of command and can assist you in ways that Elias Walker cannot," she told honestly, before almost cheerily adding, but he also believes that Walker would be best placed to stay in engineering and accelerate the testing of the M.A.R.S. system, which could be a great asset for your investigation... she trailed off.

"And just who the hell is he sending me this time? The last person he sent to my ship was that bloody Vorta Observer," Tharia frowned, her antennae even lower now as her frustration grew.

With her trademark grace, the Admiral couldn’t help but offer a smile of appeasement. "When you arrive at Xendi Sabu, a Lieutenant Commander Aria Winters will report aboard," she looked down briefly to check her data PADD, "she'll be joining you from the Rhode Island and has been part of their investigation since the first minute the ship arrived in the system."

“Oh good,” Tharia responded sarcastically, “No offense Admiral, but you're asking me to trust some woman I have never met with my ship and crew as executive officer. I've not even had time to review her profile!"

"Her profile is on its way to you now," the Trill responded as she tapped at a console somewhere off screen ."I sympathise, Commander. I know this isn't the news that you wanted, but there are very few people that outrank Admiral Hanson these days, and I don't know about you, but I don't fancy bothering them on personnel matters," she gave a wry smile, which was echoed by the Andorian.

"I understand," Tharia nodded slowly, "is that all ma'am? I need to break the news to Commander Walker..."

"That's all, Commander. Let me know if you need anything," Nilani nodded in confirmation before the screen went black.

Sitting back in her chair, the Commander looked at the blank screen before reaching out a hand and slamming it upon the controls which caused the screen to descend to its hidden location beneath the desk. Deciding that there was no point dragging things out, she reached for her commbadge and tapped it once. "=/\=sh'Elas to Commander Walker. Report to my ready room," she requested before tapping her commbadge once more.

Elias Walker stood at the centre on the bridge with his hands behind his back and watched the bridge when the call came to report to the ready room. He tugged as his uniform before handing command of the Ulysses over to Lieutenant Travis before he headed towards the ready room and entered. “You wanted to see me, ma’am?” He asked after the doors slid closed behind him.

"Come in Elias," Tharia greeted the man and gestured to the seat opposite her at the desk, "please, take a seat."

Walker smiled and took the offered seat, “Everything ok, ma’am?” He asked.

Tharia let out a sigh as she listened to his question and shook her head slowly. "No, Elias, its not," she told with a frown. It was time to confess all. "There is no easy way to put this, but Admiral Hanson has rescinded your promotion orders," she revealed.

“W-why?” Elias said with a frown and disappointment evident in his voice. “Have I done something wrong?”

"Not at all," she responded instantly, "get that thought out of your head straight away. It's bureaucracy, plain and simple. Hanson thinks a command track officer with experience would be better placed to assist with the investigation, and so, he has assigned us an officer from the Rhode Island," she revealed as she lent back in her chair and gripped its arms. "He thinks the best way you can serve Ulysses is back in engineering, getting the MARS system running," she added.

“How does one get experience at command if you don’t do the job to get the experience?” He asked quietly, still confused.

"You don't have to tell me," the Andorian sighed sympathetically, turned down for command on two occasions myself, remember? All we can do now is prove to him that he has made a mistake. We do our jobs, we get rid of this newcomer, and then we get you your promotion for keeps," she advised her friend.

Walker let himself process what he’d just been told. He’d just started adjust and settle into his new role. However, going back to Engineering, a job he loved, wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. He slowly nodded, “I understand, ma’am. It’s been an honour to serve as your Executive Officer, even if it’s been for a short time. Do I stand down now or when the new XO arrives?”

"I'm heading over to the Rhode Island as soon as we arrive at Xendi Sabu, and I'll be taking Javorian with me. You're in command until we get back," the Commander revealed, "it is my intention to bring this Winters woman aboard when we return."

“Understood.” Elias said with a nod. “I get one last chance to sit in the big chair before I’m sent back down the basement.” He added with a chuckle.

"I'm so sorry Elias," she frowned as she rose from her chair and walked around the edge of the desk, "but rest assured, you'll always have a place on the bridge should you want to visit," she smiled as she tried to make light of the situation as best as she could. No matter how hard she tried though, she couldn't help but feel responsible for the situation that had developed. Perhaps she should have cleared the promotion with Command before offering it in the first place? At least then she wouldn't feel as angry as she did.

Picking up a data PADD on her desk as she perched on its edge, she held it out to the Commander. "Let's talk about engineering, shall we?"


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