---- "It is on going. I am told that progress is being made. Commanders K'Tael
and Firehawk, the chief of Secuirty and OPS respectively, are bothing working that
case. They are working closely with Admiral Renaud and the Venasian Ambassador. I
am keeping on top of events at an approperiate level- not enough to interfere, but
enough to nudge it along."
"Good enough. I trust your people in this, Admiral."
"I also wanted to inform you of an iniative that I am pushing, a
reorganization of Starfleet Command. Specifically the chain of command. It
involves spearating some divisions into their own units and combining others. I am
sorry to say that I can not give you more details at this time, but it is my
intention to involve SF Command to develop those details. My intention is to use
the discussion over the plan to build some trust and to build a solid command
team. Once Starfleet Command has some of the kinks worked out, I plan on bringing
it to you. It odes not really matter if the plan succeeds or fails, it is the team
building and trust earning that is the important issue. Once a team is built, and
they trust each other, then the real work of reorganization and reform can
commence.
Of course, with your approval Sir."
The president nodded. "If you didn't have my approval, Sam, you wouldn't be in
that job." He smiled a bit. "I don't intend to micromanage Starfleet. I've
always worked at getting people I trust into key positions, and then letting them
do what they do best. I know Starfleet has it's problems, but as long as you show
me - and so far you are - that you are able to fix them without interference, I
will keep the hounds at bay and take all the heat for leaving you as CiNC of the
fleet. I have supreme confidance in you, Sam."
(eh?)
"It is along those same lines that I have a topic I need to raise." He tapped an
intercom on the table beside him. "Send them in, Nancy."
A moment later, a door opened and in stepped two people, an older man and a younger
woman. The President stood (assuming Lasiter does as well). "Sam, I assume you
know Connor Powell." Secretary of State Connor Powell offered his hand to SAm.
"Admiral," he greeted him.
(eh?)
"And this is Celeste Sinclair, Under-Secretary of State for the Foreign Service
Office, Rihannsu Star Empire Theatre of Operations."
"Admiral," she greeted him, offering her hand. Celeste was still wearing the make-
up applied for the morning's press briefing, so there was no hint of a bruise
around her eye.
They all took a seat. "Connor has raised a point that I think should be passed
along to you, Sam. AGain, this is not intended to meddle within the domain of
Starfleet. I just thought this needed to be brought to your attention. What you
do with this information is then entirely up to you."
(eh?)
