Anya staggered a little as she took another swig from the bottle she had snagged from the ceremony. Personally Anya would have preferred a spirit to the champagne she had obtained. To be honest the ceremony as a whole had sickened her just a little. Her commendation for destroying the Scorpion II Squadron was a fallacy. In reality only one of the Scorpion II's was destroyed by her Lancers, her own to be exact. However for the benefit of troop 'morale' and public relations it had been decided at the highest levels to exaggerate this small victory as an easy triumph of Federation Technology over Romulan Technology. The truth was her squadron had been lucky to escape without a fatality, even as she thought this Second Lieutenants Sune Broda and Panar Lascor were ensconced in Chimera's Sickbay.
Lancer Seven, Second Lieutenant Sune Broda who flew the Lancer with the Copper Sheen paintwork was by far the more injured of the pair in sickbay with a punctured lung from a piece of debris during the furball with the Scorpion II's. Likewise Second Lieutenant Panar Lascor had been injured in the furball with second degree burns to his left arm from a disruptor shot which had caused his comms panel to explode and go on fire, only the more advanced design of his flight suit had allowed him to continue to have a career in piloting fighters without having to resort to a prosthetic arm.
Anya knew she had to visit them at some point if not just simply to see how they were but also to explain what the 'Puppetmaster' programme was. Due to their injuries they had been unable to attend the initial briefing on it...that hadn't been entirely true either. Sune had tried to stay for the briefing, punctured lung and all even despite Anya's promise to fill him in later. In the end in true Erassian fashion Anya had simply shot him with a phaser set to stun and had him beamed directly to sickbay. Biting the bullet Anya decided to go and see them so to obtain a gift she entered one of the many shops on the Promenade. Picking up a box of beer and paying for it she exited the shop.
"Major Anya Xerxes I presume." Came the deep voice. Judging by the voice and accent it was a Male Human, middle aged and probably of Middle Eastern descent. She turned to see she was correct in her deduction.
"And you would be?" She replied without answering his question. She analysed what she saw before her. He wore a standard Starfleet uniform rather than the specialy designed SSF variants and it was the red of command. The three pips signified he was a Commander meaning he was likely either a CO or XO of a starship if he was here aboard Unity. Instinct more than anything else made her feel like this man was out of place. He definitely didn't seem like one of Admiral LaGrande's men that was for sure.
He gave a slight smile "My name is Commander Ariel Daveed, Major. I am the captain of the USS Jackal and I work for Starfleet Intelligence although at the moment I am seconded to JDC."
"This means you're calling on me why Commander?" She said with a hint of force in her voice. She didn't know this man and she most definitely didn't trust him, for all she knew this was a Romulan spy. Her right hand fell to her hip but there was no conforting weight of a weapon there both the requirement of dress uniform for the awards ceremony and the stringency of Unity security had prevented that.
"I'm calling on you Major because higher powers have asked me to find you and bring you to them. People above you in the chain of Command and far above your pay grade have need of your particular skills." Daveed said acidly.
"Who in particular has need of a fighter pilot?" Anya bit back.
Daveed gave a cruel smile as if he had sprung a trap. "I said I was currently working for Joint Defense Command. Who else could send an entire Ronin Class Starship on a mere escort run for a 'fighter pilot' that Admiral Kathryn Janeway..."
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End Log
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Major Anya Xerxes
Flight Ops CO
USS Chimera - C
Commander Ariel Daveed (NPC Ixus)
CO
USS Jackal
Lancer Seven, Second Lieutenant Sune Broda who flew the Lancer with the Copper Sheen paintwork was by far the more injured of the pair in sickbay with a punctured lung from a piece of debris during the furball with the Scorpion II's. Likewise Second Lieutenant Panar Lascor had been injured in the furball with second degree burns to his left arm from a disruptor shot which had caused his comms panel to explode and go on fire, only the more advanced design of his flight suit had allowed him to continue to have a career in piloting fighters without having to resort to a prosthetic arm.
Anya knew she had to visit them at some point if not just simply to see how they were but also to explain what the 'Puppetmaster' programme was. Due to their injuries they had been unable to attend the initial briefing on it...that hadn't been entirely true either. Sune had tried to stay for the briefing, punctured lung and all even despite Anya's promise to fill him in later. In the end in true Erassian fashion Anya had simply shot him with a phaser set to stun and had him beamed directly to sickbay. Biting the bullet Anya decided to go and see them so to obtain a gift she entered one of the many shops on the Promenade. Picking up a box of beer and paying for it she exited the shop.
"Major Anya Xerxes I presume." Came the deep voice. Judging by the voice and accent it was a Male Human, middle aged and probably of Middle Eastern descent. She turned to see she was correct in her deduction.
"And you would be?" She replied without answering his question. She analysed what she saw before her. He wore a standard Starfleet uniform rather than the specialy designed SSF variants and it was the red of command. The three pips signified he was a Commander meaning he was likely either a CO or XO of a starship if he was here aboard Unity. Instinct more than anything else made her feel like this man was out of place. He definitely didn't seem like one of Admiral LaGrande's men that was for sure.
He gave a slight smile "My name is Commander Ariel Daveed, Major. I am the captain of the USS Jackal and I work for Starfleet Intelligence although at the moment I am seconded to JDC."
"This means you're calling on me why Commander?" She said with a hint of force in her voice. She didn't know this man and she most definitely didn't trust him, for all she knew this was a Romulan spy. Her right hand fell to her hip but there was no conforting weight of a weapon there both the requirement of dress uniform for the awards ceremony and the stringency of Unity security had prevented that.
"I'm calling on you Major because higher powers have asked me to find you and bring you to them. People above you in the chain of Command and far above your pay grade have need of your particular skills." Daveed said acidly.
"Who in particular has need of a fighter pilot?" Anya bit back.
Daveed gave a cruel smile as if he had sprung a trap. "I said I was currently working for Joint Defense Command. Who else could send an entire Ronin Class Starship on a mere escort run for a 'fighter pilot' that Admiral Kathryn Janeway..."
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End Log
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Major Anya Xerxes
Flight Ops CO
USS Chimera - C
Commander Ariel Daveed (NPC Ixus)
CO
USS Jackal
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