(( Nugra's Office - USS Gorkon ))
:: Anyone that had spent any time around him knew that Nugra preferred everything ordered and in its place. The vacuum cleaner stood proudly in the corner by the potted plant and a 3 foot black triangle case that housed a secret that he was not yet ready to boot up. The Gorn had finally had time to clean up on their voyage back to a place known as Iana Station and also get access to subspace again. ::
:: The place he spent more time than his own quarters were filled with screens that either displayed the lazily spinning logo of Starfleet or had the face of a commander or a captain on it. There was even a commodore on the far panel listening quietly to the conversation. ::
Stoker: That's pretty much it, Captain Nugra. We've been tracking Orion movements through the northern part of the sector. Starbase 173 picked up a small cluster of cruisers making their way towards the general direction of Khazara.
:: A Bolian commander wearing the yellow of a tactical officer ran his hand across his bald head. ::
Gresk: And you think that Sicarian ship picked up by the Pakled freighters has nothing to do with it. We can't have the Orions in bed with Sicarius.
:: For the first time, Nugra spoke up, his gravely voice silencing everyone. It was not like he did it on purpose, it was just the deep, raspy growl kicked some sort of defensive mechanism in mammalian species. ::
Nugra: Sicarian presence in the Tyrellian sector is almost non-existent. The data shows that it is too heavily trafficked for them to want to use as a base. Everything we have found about them shows a tendency to live in outlying systems away from prying eyes. I think the Orion are simply sifting their fleets to handle the Romulan Empire which has been re-gaining their strength in recent years.
:: Bother Stoker and Gresk nodded. They were both Chiefs of their respective vessels as as the Taskforce Security Liaison, it had been made his job to coordinate and keep the data flowing. The position was a new idea and the idea was that having such a freeflow of tactical and security minded people could help provide the right data at the right time for anyone functioning in the Tyrellian sector. ::
Nugra: Anything else?
Stoker: That's it for me. Same time next month?
Nugra: Unless something comes up.
:: The channels all clicked to the Starfleet symbol and Nugra turned to the Commodore who had remained silent for most of the time. ::
Nugra: I hope you are doing well, Commodore Westhaven.
:: The human woman with red hair smiled at him and gave him a friendly nod. ::
Westhaven: I am Captain. Thank you for the opportunity to listen in. I'm hoping that with the information you provided, Starfleet Sciences & Technologies can consider moving a contingent in to examine and be available in case of an encounter with a hazardous object.
:: Starfleet Sciences & Technologies or more commonly referred to as the SST was a special team of Starfleet personnel trained in the retrieval and clean up of powerful and alien technology. They made a name for themselves cleaning up the Borg cube at the Battle of Wolf 359 and saving seven of the wrecked Federation vessels. They had risked their
lives to board a breaching ship and use their expertise to save the hull from destruction. ::
Nugra: I am glad. I hope to see you here personally one day so I may show you around.
Westhaven: I might take you up on that, Nugra. You have a good rest of your evening.
:: Nugra remained silent at the use of his name. As a Gorn, to show respect was to use the properly earned title. That was why he had a tendency to use Mister or a persons rank, even though they were friends. Like Alucard Vess. He only called the man by his first name in private or close knit group of friends. He was still referred to as Commander or
Mister Vess in front of juniors. It was his appropriately earned title. Now, when it came to his superiors, he forgave it as a sign of respect to their authority. ::
:: The chime at his door rang and he turned wondering what was next on his list. He did not expect the buxom but willowy woman who strode in with arms clasped in front of her and a PADD held against her stomach. Her blond hair cascaded down her shoulders which looked strange against her green skin. Her blue eyes were even more striking as Orions were never supposed to have that color. The glittering insignia of a Petty Officer 1st Class. ::
Nugra: Petty Officer Shedet.
:: She shifted uncomfortably and glanced down at her feet. Shedet was a carefree and happy Orion woman that sometimes made Nugra sick to his stomach. She just moved too much at times. To see her quiet and respectful was not normally her stye. In a way, she seemed older since the last time they spoke. ::
Shedet: Permission to enter?
Nugra: ::motioning to a chair:: Please.
:: She walked in and the Gorn caught a few crewman passing by take a quick peek at her. He had heard Orions could be provocative but that was something outside his understanding. ::
Nugra: Mister Shedet. Do you know why you are here?
:: Her skinned lightened slightly as she paled from his words. The Gorn did not blame her. The last time he had said something like that did not end well for her. ::
(( FLASHBACK - 239202.15 - Ready Room - USS Victory ))
:: The door hissed open and Shedet's eyes immediately found the massive lizard that was working behind the mahogany desk. He was busy tapping on the computer. Shedet entered, but remained quiet. ::
:: Obeying, she immediate moved over to the chair across from his desk and sat down. For the next five minutes, the room was only filled with the sound of his razor sharp claws tapping away. Nugra finally clicked off the screen and turned to her, hands folded in front of him. ::
Nugra: Mr. Shedet. Do you know why you are here?
Shedet: I would assume it has to do with the invasion of the Victory while we were in the nebula?
:: The Orion was not going to just walk into his waiting claws. There was no escape, but she was going to wiggle as much as possible. ::
Nugra: Yes. Your actions, in the long run, saved the ship, but I am extremely angry about your hack of the Victory's computer systems. Only command grade officers are allowed to have the access you decided to give yourself and the intrusion could have weakened the system as a whole. Lieutenant Commander Sharpe's office has wound up having to go through each part of the whole ship's database to make sure there are no other surprises. You have cost this crew quite a number of credits.
:: Shedet remained silent. It was standard procedure and there were probably a bunch of programmers cursing her name at the moment. ::
Nugra: Furthermore, you threatened a non-commissioned officer and that is unacceptable.
:: Shedet's left eyebrow shot up. She threatened somebody?::
Nugra: You threatened Sergeant Major Kildare with your....::reading PADD::...brassier.
Shedet: ::snickering:: Oh, yes.
:: The cold stare from the Gorn stole any humor from the situation. ::
Nugra: Now, it is time to deal with all of your issues, Miss Shedet.
oO Ouch, he used my proper title. Oo
Nugra: Your actions did save this ship and for that I am grateful. The ends do not justify the means and so I am hereby removing you from the chain of command.
Shedet: Excuse me, sir?
Nugra: Under Article 15 of the Orders of Court Martial, I am going to offer you the following administrative discipline. In an effort to improve your attitude and standing as a starfleet officer, you are going to be added to a 'Re-education' program of my own. You will temporarily loose all rank and privilege, you will be on 12 hour shifts 6 days a week with 1 day for a planned rest period. You will be assigned whatever job I see fit to improve your understanding on the procedures, and this will last as long as I am sure of your re-integration in to starfleet. Upon your successful graduation, you will be restored as a full lieutenant.
oO Where there is a silver lining to this hell. Oo
Nugra: Though you must voluntarily accept this discipline, I should advise you that my official action in a court martial will be to send you to a maximum security penal colony for 20 or more years.
:: Shedet's heart was in her shoes. She was offered a hell on earth for an unknown amount of time, or a definitive hell in a penal colony for twenty plus years. Standing, Shedet spoke quietly. ::
Shedet: I'll accept the article 15, sir.
Nugra: Remove your rank.
:: Taking off the jacket so she only was wearing her black T-shirt, she distinctively knew what that meant. She wasn't allowed to even wear the uniform till he decided. ::
Nugra: Return to your post. Your new regimen starts tomorrow. Dismissed.
(( END FLASHBACK ))
Shedet: No, sir. I do not know why I'm here.
Nugra: Because, Petty Officer. I'd like you to consider a position change.
:: That had caught her off guard. He had looked into her history when he heard she was aboard and found that while aboard the USS Darwin-A helping then Captain Renos, she had voluntarily given up her commission to become enlisted. Since they she had a rather storied career with no blemishes. ::
Nugra: I'd like you to consider becoming my Aide in the Taskforce Security Liaison position. I need someone to help me with the administrative and someone who can think on their feet. There are some excellent candidates onboard but I want someone I know.
Shedet: ::surprised:: I'm...I'm honored, Captain but I don't know with our past....
Nugra: I'm willing to move forward if you are. I was harsh on you and for that I do apologize.
:: The apology seemed to be more stunning than the job offer. He was such a hard nosed and arrogant officer so many years before. His experience with the crew of
the Hatsheput had taught him a lot. ::
Shedet: ::beaming:: Apology accepted, Captain, though you were not out of line. I did hack the Victory's system and if Victoria had found out, I'd be in a hell of a mess.
:: Nugra nodded to the triangle box and she glanced over at it. ::
Shedet: No...You don't have her...
Nugra: That's for another time, Petty Officer. If you want time to think about the position--
Shedet: No, sir. I'll take it. I'm honored you'd ask me.
:: She stood and they both shook hands. A very human gesture that the Gorn and Orion had settled on as a way to communicate. She held his clawed hand for a moment and then patted it with the other. ::
Shedet: I think she would be very proud of what you have become, Sir.
Nugra: ::confused:: Who?
Nugra: Talia Kaji. She did ask me to watch out for you if we were ever together. I'll be able to do what I promised.
:: Nugra's stomach dropped slightly and then he gave a forlorn smile. His heart ached for a woman that he realized that he loved only after she had left. She was serving on the Obsidian Colony with a grant and from what he could tell, doing it happily. ::
Nugra: Dismissed, Shedet...and thank you.
:: She turned to leave and he went back to his desk. ::
Nugra: Just please...don't strangle anyone with your brassier. I don't want to explain that one to the Admiral.
Shedet: ::Grinning: Well, you've got to wear one to use one.
:: The dead serious look made Shedet quickly clarify. ::
Shedet: It's a joke, sir. I am fully aware of the clothing regulations.
:: With that, she left. ::
Taskforce Security Liaison
USS Gorkon, NCC-82293