On Thu, 21 Jun 2001, Julie Yakes wrote:
>
> > She came up with a pair of names- there was Russco- he was the
> >senior most operative, next to the toadie, by rank, experience, number of
> >missions, and by any other measurable method. He was passed over a few
> >times for outpost command or the top operative slot because he had a habbit
> >of being insubordinate- aka mouthy. But if his own brand of
> >insubordination was what Kitanya saw this day- care for his team and for
> >the mission (in that order)- then perhaps he was politically black balled
> >and she could remedy that.
> >
> > She also came up with the station OPS officer (LT. Trell)- the being
> >charged with the actual running of the station. he had some field
> >expereince and some intell analysis expereince too, but he was not as
> >seasoned as Russco. Trell was not a bad choice. In what he lacked in
> >years of experience he more than made up for with his decision and
> >leadership ability. Past commanding officers had given very high marks for
> >both traits . She was left wtih two very good candidates, and several
> >positions....
> > >
> > > Once she had a name, someone she could feel comfortable would not get
> >every field operative killed, she went fishing in Brell's file. She hoped
> >he was just incompetant, but if he was dirty, she absolutely needed to
> >know.
> > >
> > Her look into Brell's record was equally amusing. He rose through
> >the ranks rather quickly, apparently through political contacts. His first
> >assignment - attache to the Liason Officer for the Federation Council- had
> >obviously gotten him at least a few friends. He also served under the a
> >number other high ranking officers, all of which had written him good
> >letters of commendation. She read between the lines on several of his
> >action reprots as a team leader, and it would seem that he was promoted out
> >of the position because his men hated him and thought of him as
> >incompetitant. Reading more carefully at some of those commendations also
> >would suggest that some of his promotions were to get him out of the way
> >and
> out of direct field command where he could get beings killed.
>
> Well, she doubted he was dirty, at least, just a complete incompetant. Well,
> she would find some staff position that would irritate someone she didn't
> like and stick him there. Maybe Garibaldi had an opening...
>
> > Before she could react to Brell, she got a call. It was Capt.
> >Auerellius.
> >
> > "Admiral Kitanya, i am sorry to disturb you, but I have some news
> >for you. It would seem as if your aide is looking for you. The Tellerite
> >has some information that you have been wanting. I told him that you would
> >be happy to take care of it when you return."
>
> Although her better judgment told her that he'd found nothing, the nagging
> curiosity and deep burning within her heart for her soulmate tore at her to
> answer the Tellarite now. She hesitated for a long time, saying nothing, as
> the need for secrecy warred with the desire burning in her soul.
>
He waited for a moment or two, then said, "Uummm, Admiral..."
>
> She roused from her reverie, a decision at last. "Yes, I'll speak with him
> when I rrreturrn. I shouldn't be too much longerrr herrre."
>
"Aye, sir. I do have another outpost for you to visit, if you
wish. It is a little bit out of the way, but worth the trip. We can, of
course, visit it later if you wish..." he added.
>
> When the channel closed, she closed her eyes and leaned her head against the
> back of the chair, mane spilling over the headrest. She thought about him
> every day, but the picture in her mind was starting to fade, and she hated
> that most of all.
>
> She got up and went to her bag and pulled out the little hologram she always
> carried with her, a picture of him, the tall white Caitian laughing at
> something just as the photographer snapped the holostill. Kitanya stared at
> it for a long time, wondering where he was in the vast universe.
>
> But his voice in her mind reminded her that this was no way for a warrior to
> act, and she tucked the little hologram away. Her father, long dead, would
> have even chastised her, though for a Klingon, he was rather compassionate
> from living around so many Caitians all his life. She shook off the feeling
> and got back to work.
>
> She called up Brell. "Commanderrr, I would like to meet with you and yourrr
> XO in ten minutes in the conferrrence rrroom."
>
"Of course, Admiral." came Brell's reply.
>
> She closed the connection and then opened a new one. "Admirrral Kitanya to
> Lt. Commanderrr Rrrussco and Lt. Trrrell. I would like to meet with you
> both in half an hourrr in the CO's office."
>
They both responded in like fashion. They had no idea why they
were being called in, but that just made it all the more interesting.
>
> That done, she organized the paperwork necessary to transfer Brell and his
> toadie out and back to Earth, and put Russco and Trell in their place. She
> made sure to document all her findings about what had been going on at the
> base, so if Brell decided to call in some of his high-powered friends, she
> could throw it in their faces and easily weather the storm. When all that
> was done, she headed for the conference room, the pair's new orders in hand.
>
******* in the conference room *******
Upon Kitanya's entrance both Brell and his toadie stood to
attention. What was coming next there were not ready for...
>
> "As you werre," she said, taking a seat. "I've been doing some rrresearrch
> and I've come to some conclusions." She went over something on one of th
> PADD's she had, making them sweat a little.
>
This kind of talk was not to their likeing. As she went on they
became more and more nervous. Especially the young host shot. He started
to sweat just a bit. Brell on the other hand became aggitated, and it was
just beginning to show when....
>
> After a time, she finally looked up. "Afterrr talking to yourrr field
> commanderrrs and rrreviewing the missions that have eben taking place, I
> find the situation herrre to be completely unaccaptable. Which is why the
> two of you arrre going back to Earrrth and will be on standby until I can
> find someplace to put you wherrre you can't hurrrt anyone."
>
The young stud replied, "What! "
Brell piped in, "This is outrageous! I have run this station as
well as it can be run. You have no right to do this. Admiral, I have
powerful friends, and they will not be happy at this kind of slander that
you do here. You had better reconsider." the Commander said angrily.
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