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[Tactical Labratories - SB 234: UNITY]
Anya filled a packing crate with the junk of the previous occupant of her new office. The new stand alone computer core was due to arrive in the next two days and the research and development staff were settling in, whilst her engineers were busy at work repairing the shuttle bay itself. The area was now under high security due to the sensitivity of the project. A noise behind Anya caused her to turn.
Rojac paused in the door way. "Lieutenant Xerxes. Just the person I was looking for."
"Captain, its a not so unexpected surprise to see you here. I thought you had been reassigned to another ship." Anya said wiping some of the dust off her hands. "How can I help you today?"
"You can help me a great deal, Lieutenant." Rojac replied. he reached in his satchel and pulled out a small box. "But first things first." He tossed her the box. "You're up for promotion too, Captain."
"Thanks sir, a pay rise is always welcome." Anya waited for the real reason as to why he was here.
"Congratualtions." Rojac said. "But that is not the only reason I'm here. I want you to command the Chimera-C's fighter squadron."
"The fact I would be bringing along the most advanced squadron in the Federation, just being a sweetner I suppose." Anya waited for her moment.
"If that's how you wish to look upon it, then go for it." Rojac replied.
"I have three demands I need before I can accept the position. One-I not only run my Squadron but the support fighters as well and run the unit to my standards and no one elses. Two-I pick the people who fly for me and wont take anyone who doesn't meet the cut, trust me on this one and I'll build you a squadron the fleet will envy and the Rommies fear. Three-and this one is the one you're not going to like...I have final veto over launch/abort of fighter missions. Before you say it, this isn't to undermine your authority, only to protect my people from being fed into the meat grinder for no decent reason. Don't think it's cowardice either I'll willingly lead my people into hell and back but only if the ends justify the means, I respected your speciality abilities as a TAC officer on the Chimera - B and in return I hope you respect by abilities to lead and organise a squadron." Anya met his gaze levelly waiting for his response.
Anya sighed and dropped into the seat "I wouldn't say it was you personally. As a TAC officer I read back through the situations that Chimera-B had faced before I came aboard and to be perfectly honest I wasn't impressed. Granted you weren't the CO in those days but for many of them you were CTAC. The use and tactical deployment of the fighters was well...lets face it piss poor but thats not to say the pilots weren't any good. If there wasn't any good pilots in the Federation I wouldn't be designing this new fighter. The truth is Starfleet just doesn't know how to use fighters either tactically or strategically. Point in case...the USS Hindenburg - A, a Typhon Class Carrier has been guarding Starbase Bragg for over three months, now SB Bragg already has significant fighter capabilities so why would it need a carrier to defend it? Why turn the Chimera - B and the Manticore into floating office blocks when they performed so well? Why was it Chimera - B only deployed fighters to attack other fighters or minor enemies? So don't get me wrong sir, this isn't for the fact I want to disobey you but more for the fact if you are killled, replaced or immobilised I want to be sure that I can do my upmost to fufill my duty without being forced to defect like a certain General we both know and probably owe our lives to."
"Well, I certainly hope you don't think I will be expring soon." Rojac said. "But I think we can come to a compromise. On the new Chimera-C, your department will be run much like the old ODA squads used to be, or like anyother marine contigent on a fleet ship. You operate independently, under the jurisdiction of SSF Flight Operations Command. The only person you and your department answer to on the Chimera is me, and me only. You run your own show. I give you the mission, you decide how to handle it. Will that suffice, Captain?" Rojac steepled his fingers together at his lips upon the conclusion of his offer.
Anya nodded in agreement "Good enough Sir. I may also suggest plans of action to take out secondary targets but there is one more thing I would like to ask although its more of a favour. In the Alliance from the lowest NCO to the Generals in charge of the fleets everyone is addressed by rank rather than honorifics with as much respect attatched as calling them sir. Would there be any particular problem with me reverting back to that Sir?"
"If that is what makes you feel most comfortable, Captain, then I have no problem whatsoever." Rojac sighed, and pushed up off the armrests into a standing position. "I'm looking forward to our future service together, Captain Xerxes." He shouldered his satchel. "I'll leave you to your work now."
"Thank you Captain, I'll give you a squadron that'll make Romulan's everywhere leave skid marks on their underwear." Anya waited till he was out of the office before resuming her clearout.
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Captain Cropa Rojac
CO
USS Chimera - C (Under Construction)
Marine Captain Anya Xerxes
Squadron CO
USS Chimera - C (Builders work too slow)
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