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Of Questionable Veracity

Posted on Fri Mar 19th, 2021 @ 8:40pm by Lieutenant JG Kevin Lance & Ensign Valentina Ferrón

Mission: Splinter Faction And Assisting
Location: USS Independence
Timeline: Current

Ensign Ferrón sat at the large desk in the Chief Strategic Operations Officer's office reviewing the tactical deployment of Astran and Triangular forces to devise a model to predict maneuvers and probable outcomes. The workspace was so much larger than the junior officer cubicles that she was accustom to. It was hard to shake the feeling of being a little girl, playing make believe by dressing up in her mother's evening gown, shoes, and jewelry.

"Ensign Ferrón," the command yeoman's voice came over the intercom, "The Chief Tactical Officer is here asking to see you."

Valentina started at the request. She had not encountered the CTO since the awkward meeting outside the smaller holodeck more than a week ago. After a moments pause she pressed the talk button, "Send him in."

Lieutenant Lance entered the office with his PADD and a bag containing what appeared to be fur. Valentina examined his face and body language. He stopped a regulatory three-paces in front of the desk she was sitting at and assumed a formal parade-rest stance. His expression was neutral and his tone as he greeted her was one of polite courtesy. The consummate professional. She acknowledged his greeting and inquired as to the reason for his visit.

"I received a file from an unknown source with a great deal of evidence about the bombing and the future intentions of the Astrans," Kevin transferred the data from his PADD to the big board in the CSOps office, "The information is of questionable veracity but I feel that it is our duty to vet this information and not discard it out of hand. As the acting Chief Strategic Operations Officer, you have access to the resources to determine whether or not this information is accurate.

Valentina opened the folder containing information about the future operations of the Astrans. Her brow furrowed as she scanned the operational maps and written orders. "This makes no sense given the current disposition of forces," she concluded.

"As I said," Kevin acknowledged, "of questionable veracity. And potential incendiary."

"In what sense," Valentina questioned.

"Neither the Astrans nor the Traiangularians are members of the Federation," he explained, "Both agreed to having the Federation mediate their peace talks which makes our involvement acceptable in view of the Prime Directive. But if either side changes their mind about permitting Federation involvement, the Prime Directive would require us to withdraw. Seeing as they have not been able to negotiate a peace on their own the war, in all likelihood, would continue."

Valentina nodded with replying verbally. She would need to analyze the information carefully but her initial evaluation of the material in the mysterious file confirm Lieutenant Lance's suspicions.

"I will coordinate with the intelligence section to confirm or deny this information," she finally replied.

"Thank you, Ensign," Lieutenant Lance said before executing an about-face and walking out of the office without further comment.

 

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