Commodore Taybrim - Something's Afoot

[Gogigobo Fairhug]

[Dramatic music swells] 😆

((CO’s Ready Room – USS Narendra))

Sal Taybrim was blissfully busy assisting Administrator Cass, and working to push forward her application for Miri 4’s Federation membership.  He was due to meet with Cass in four hours and wanted to get the majority of the paperwork already done before he checked in with the Bolian.

Little did he know that he would never make that meeting.

He was focusing on his paperwork, and not especially paying attention to the fact that his requests directly to Starfleet Command were lagging.  He had checked the time zone and wrote this off as being in the middle of the night at first.  But as night turned to day, and he still had no replies, he started to have a nagging sense that something was wrong.  A well-honed sense of low key paranoia borne from years of dealing with danger.

And then the call came in.

The official Starfleet seal.  Sal’s head jerked up – it had been years since he had seen that, and his requests to expedite some paperwork hardly required that level of formality and secrecy.  

The emblem faded, replaced by a stony face Admiral, whose wrinkled cut through his frown like rivulets worn into stone.  Steel grey hair and steel grey eyes completed the picture.

Banks: Commodore Taybrim.  This is Rear Admiral Banks of Starfleet Command.  You have immediate orders to report to Sol sector with the USS Narendra.

Sal diplomatically pursed his lips to stop himself from saying anything untowards.

Taybrim: May I ask what is the nature of this order?

Banks: Urgent Starfleet security matters.  You and your crew will report to Sol sector, immediately.

He understood the nature of classified missions, but he also had a shockingly high Starfleet clearance. 

Taybrim: Will we receive more information en route?

Banks: No.

And that was that.

The rest of the conversation was even less enlightening, just a confirmation of the orders, the time table, the requested course, and then a black screen.

Suspicious.

So very suspicious.

That’s when he decided to check the low frequency communicator.  Oh.  Oh no.  There was a waiting message from Commander Dal.

Hearing Hauke’s suspicions, the communications blackout and the additional information steeled his reserve.

He was going to disobey orders… by following orders.

They were going to Sol sector, but now how they were told.  They were going to investigate this.  And he didn’t have much time.

Taybrim: =/\= Taybrim to Fairhug=/\=

Fairhug: =/\= ?

Taybrim: =/\= I need you to gather the crew and pull everybody back to the Narendra.=/\=

Fairhug: =/\= ?

Taybrim: =/\= Something has gone wrong.  I will fill you in when you’re onboard. =/\=

Fairhug: =/\= ?

He sent a message to the crew asking them to return, and a message to Solaris McLaren to join the discussion between himself and Commander Fairhug.

Something was afoot in Starfleet…

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Commodore Sal Taybrim
Commanding officer

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