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Stop drop 'n roll

Posted on Sun Sep 7th, 2025 @ 6:32am by Captain Chrinyla & Lieutenant Shaemer Tille
Edited on on Sun Sep 7th, 2025 @ 6:39am

331 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Follow the North Star
Location: USS Bene Gesserit

The Eclipse-Intel class ship slipped through space undetected as it masked its warp signature, keeping itself invisible on anyone's long-range sensors.

"Ma'am, Brigadier General Ruureo Haumine...," but the communications officer was cut off by the commander.

"Put it up in the conference room, Shaemer, with me," Chrinyla said of her command yeoman, and with that, the two VIPs left the bridge, just as the ship's captain came out of their ready room, who just shook their head, this was the first or was it going to be the last that they would have this pair of VIPs.

Conference Room


"General, this is somewhat unusual, and a bit...," Chrinyla started, but stopped, knowing that something had happened, and that something was that the new president of the United Federation of Planets was making changes. One of those changes was putting in a new commander-in-chief of Starfleet.

The general eyed the commander; he was against her promotion to JSOC Chief of Staff, not because she couldn't do the job, but because of her career background in intelligence and JAG. "You have new orders, and these are coming from the new commander-in-chief. You are to report to Sentinel Station. The assignment you are currently working on is completed. You are to get to Sentinel Station as soon as possible," the general said.

As the general was talking, Shaemer accessed several databases, some that she had clearencce for and some that she didn't, but she had some scary compuuter skills. After a short while Shaemer gave Chrinyla a simple nod letting her know that everything the general was saying was true.

Before Chrinyla could respond the screen switched back to the JSOC insignia, neither one looked perplexed by the sudden and abrut end to the conversation. In the world of intelligense and special operations most conversations ended like that. "...let the captain know we are to head for Sentinel Station, we are to stop whatever we are doing and leave," the Illyrian said.

 

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