= Outpost R-12 - Command Deck, Shipyard =
Bren looked at the chronometer as he sat at one of the operations consoles on the command deck of the R-12's drydock, monitoring the shipyard's systems. They had finished a little early with the preparations for the shipyard to be transported and were waiting for the Qashqai and the Jameson to return, but it was 30 minutes past their rendezvous time and they had not returned yet.
"Any word yet?" Bren asked the officer who was monitoring the communications station.
"None sir, I'm still waiting for confirmation from the Qashqai and the Jameson," the officer replied.
"Great," Bren muttered under his breath. He hoped nothing had happened to the two ships. Certainly Guzman wouldn't be too happy that he sent both the Qashqai and the Jameson into what could've been potentially a trap. His career would go down the drain very quickly if that were the case.
"Relax," Commander Telson said with a friendly grin as he was busy studying the station's communications beacon. "I'm sure they're just a few minutes behind schedule, right? If we hear nothing in the next hour, I can send a runabout to go have a look."
"Thanks, I'd appreciate it," Bren said as he got up and walked over to Telson's station. "Have you managed to copy the entire log archive?" he said in more hushed tones so that no one overheard.
Hank nodded quickly. "I have. Just double checking the last of the information now." They'd first detected that the R-12's comm beacon had bean active when they arrived at the station, and Telson had called Bren on the Qashqai to give him the urgent news that someone's been using it.
Further analysis would show them who exactly had been using the station's comm beacon and what for. But officially, the station's beacon was supposed to have been shut down with no communication going through it. The comm beacon had not been set to purge it's archives, so anyone could come along and access it which would prove dangerous for the Federation with R-12 so close to Romulan space.
Hank and Bren were keeping the information between the two of them until they got back to Unity, just in case there was a mole around. Bren hated having to be on his guard 24/7, but it was unfortunately necessary in the current climate. You never knew when a Tal'Shiar spy would crawl out of the woodworks.
"Commander, the Qashqai and the Jameson have confirmed they are returning," the comms officer said.
"Thank you," Bren said, letting out a small sigh.
"Well that's a relief," Hank grinned. "Pazla is still doing a sweep through the station, but she'll be finished before they get here."
"Great, then we can pack up and leave," Bren said. "This place is slowly starting to give me the creeps."
= End Log =
Commander Bren Ohmsford
Science & Act. Engineering Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF
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Commander Hank Telson
Commanding Officer
USS Rapier NCC 61582
[NPC by Bren]
