> "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."
>
"Thank you sir. I do appreciate that." Lasiter replied.
>
> "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.
>
"Mr. Secretary." the lone Admiral replied.
>
> "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."
>
'Sh!t, the diplomats want to weigh in on a issue concerning the
fleet.', Lasiter thought to himself. His reply was to simply turn his full
attention to the new comers to the room.
{Mr. Secretary?}
