=/\= Cheyenne Mountain Complex, Colorado =/\=
He walked, almost military marched really, down the corridor. Surrounding him were four guards wearing civilian dark suits, forming a perfect figure five, with Harold in the middle. He was still somewhat dazed and confused, but didn't show it outwardly as he walked along. He'd been in his office about five minutes ago, when his security detail barged in, told him that he was being evacuated as part of Operation Tandra, and near as made no difference, frogged marched him to the secure transporter and beamed him to another transporter room.
The second transporter contrasted vastly from the luxurious appointments and decor' of the Pentagon where he'd been working. The room was concrete grey, and very utilitarian. Guards wearing marine BDU's stood around the room holding compression rifles. He was lead out of the room, and as they left, a heavy blast door closed behind them, sealing off the transporter room. They walked down a corridor that had similar blast doors at various intervals, along a concrete grey wall, with high ceilings.
After what felt like a long time, but was actually no more than a few minutes, he was escorted inside another room. This one was at least made to look somewhat more luxourious, in that they'd put in nice looking furniture, a carpetted floor, and other appointments. There was a long maple wood table, surrounded by high backed leather office chairs. There were other people in the room, quite a few he recognised.
"Oh thank god you made it, Harry." Said one of the people in the room. Almost all of them were wearing Starfleet uniforms to some degree. All were of flag rank, of various grades. The blonde haired female who approached him, he knew very well indeed.
"Chantelle." He said, nodding. "What the heck is going on? What's Tandra, and why was I abducted from my office?"
"I haven't got a clue what Tandra is, other than some sort of evacuation plan." Chantelle said. "Starfleets transit station was bombed, and then a few moments later, Starfleet Headquarters was attacked by Starfleet officers. They murdered by Chief of Staff." Tears were rolling down her cheek.
Harry took her up in his arms and held her close. "Jesus." Was all he could say.
It was at this moment, a dark clad man came in from an ante-room and all in the room saw him, turned to face him. He was clearly the person in charge down here.
"I'm Major General Jack O'Neill, Starfleet Security." He said. "Welcome to Cheyenne Mountain, the secure facility for Starfleet's command heirarchy."
No one said anything, but Harold made his way over to the front. "I knew nothing of this, and I'm a former CinC."
"This facility is a closely guarded secret, and only used in dire circumstances. Operation Tandra was put into effect the moment an explosive device was set off by Starfleet Headquarters, and similar attacks occurred on other core worlds around the Federation."
Harry looked around the room. "This isn't all the brass of Starfleet. There are only a handful of people here."
Jack lowered his head slightly. "I regret that even though the plan allows for near instant evacuation, we weren't fast enough in a lot of cases. It has become clear that some sort of coup was attempted against Starfleet and the Federation."
Harry stared at the man. "President Spock? Vice President Pika?"
"Both safe in separate secure command bunkers in secret locations." O'Neill responded.
"Well, thank god for that." Harry said, relaxing slightly.
"I regret to inform you all that we did loose a lot of people." O'Neill said. "That we know of, we've lost the Deputy Commandant of the Marine Corps, the Chief of Starfleet Operations, Tactical, Medical, Science, R&D, the JAG, the Commandant of the Academy, almost all of Starfleet Security's commanders and the Undersecretary of State."
"Holy shit..." Harry said, his legs giving out, and falling into a chair that had somehow been behind him. Chantelle let out a sob, which she quickly covered up by putting her hands over her mouth.
"The Starfleet Commander is safe, and is on Starbase One right now, at his insistance." O'Neill said. "JDC has been relocated to Starbase 12 for the time being."
"So what happens now?" Asked an Andorian admiral.
"We wait for the all-clear." O'Neill said. "Normally, we'd get it from the head of Starfleet Security, but she was assassinated, as was everyone in Starfleet Security."
"So who will give the all-clear?" Harry asked.
"I'm trying to find out sir." O'Neill said. "Until we know, I must ask you all to remain patient. We have staterooms set up for you all. You'll be shown to your rooms."
Harold stood up and tugged down his suit jacket. "What if that isn't good enough? I demand to know what is happening!"
"Mister Secretary, all I know is that some berk called General Sharpe has taken command of San Fransisco, and that you lot are safe. Beyond that, I haven't got a clue. So please sir..." Jack said, trailing off. He'd lost a lot of friends today, as he imagined, so had the Sec Def.
"Harry..." Came a faint voice at his elbow. Chantelle was there, touching his arm. "Come on, lets go to your room."
Harry glared at the man in black, then turned away and was lead out of the room by the Field Marshal.
=/\= End Log =/\=
Fleet Admiral Harold Malone (Ret.)
Secretary of Defence
Played by Frankie
