Into the Fray

Posted on Tue Sep 4th, 2018 @ 6:23am by

453 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: The Emerald Road
Location: U.S.S. Indefatigable, Personal Quarters
Tags: Hood

Tara sat in her quarters. They were undecorated, just standard Starfleet. Boring. Uninspiring. Which may have been best in this nightmare. Tara had been transferred to the Indefatigable in the middle of the night. The middle of her shift. It was simple. Grab your go bag and... go. And off she went. The first time since she'd been married, the first time since the birth of her children that Starfleet had separated the family. She was assured it would be short term but knew there was no guarantee. All she new was she was needed as a part of the counseling department on the U.S.S. Indefatigable. It was only ninety minutes prior that she learned that she WAS the ENTIRE Counseling Department.

~Would have been nice to know that in advance.~ Tara thought as she continued to fish through the pile of pads that lay around her.

Starfleet had reached out, let her know that she was the Chief Counselor on board. She was ordered to review the psychological records of the senior staff, paying special attention to the Commodore, and given a highly redacted copy of the orders for the ship's current mission. From what she could gather they were on their way to rescue someone, someone important to the Commodore. His lover. Someone hadn't made the swiftest of decisions either the Commodore had pulled some strings or some Admiral was having second thoughts and now, from everything she'd been able to read, she was being sent in as an outsider.

The crew would see her as an outsider and the first one willing to speak up if the Commodore's orders appeared off or out of order. What would she have to lose? The Commodore would see her as the potential eyes and ears of the Admiralty. The Admirals would use every word in any report she submitted to support any potential charges that might be filed once the situation was finished. Typical politics.

"I'm screwed." Tara muttered to herself as she piled the various pads into neat stacks. Grabbing the pad with her orders she walked to the other side of the room and put on her lab coat out of habit. "Not going to make any friends and potentially a lot of enemies." She signed to herself.

Walking to the door she realized she had no clue where the Commodore even was. Wondering around the ship looking for him wasn't going to help and would be a waste of time.

"Computer where is the commanding officer?"

=/\= Commodore Hood is located in the Forward Observation Lounge. =/\=

With that information and orders in hand, Tara left her quarters heading for the Commodore.

"Here I come." she said to no one.

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