OOC: Try listening to Melanie C - I turn to you - or - Rolling Stones - Paint It Black, whilst reading this. No special reason, those songs just kick ass :D
=/\= Cheyenne Mountain Complex - Colorado =/\=
Malone found himself pacing up and down the small strip of space within his stateroom. He felt like a prisoner in this place. Oh sure, they said it was for his own safety, but what was the ruddy point being safe and alive, if he wasn't allowed to do the job he'd obviously been saved to do. General O'Neill was sticking to his line that he was not at liberty to allow the 'guests' to do anything more than wait around, until he heard back from his superiors. I mean the fact that they were dead didn't seem to bother the General in the slightest. Awaiting orders from a dead woman was completely moronic.
It was times like this where Harold thrived, times of great adversity and trial. He could be relied upon to remain cool and collected whilst chaos reigned supreme. He needed to be doing his job, not cooped up in this room. As far as he knew, the Federation was falling around his ears, and he needed to be doing something about it. There was only one thing preventing him busting out of the room and demanding that he do his job to the General, and that was the slender form of Chantelle Brisco, who lay curled up in a ball on his bed. She was obviously suffering terribly from watching her best friend be vaporised in front of her, and he wouldn't leave her, not like this.
He sat down next to her on the bed, and put his hand on her shoulder, allowing the warmth of his touch to remind her that she as not alone today. He'd done this repeatedly, and each time, he'd get nothing from her. She was in her own little world right now, and there was no drawing her from it.
There was a knock at the door, and Harold looked up. "Come in." He said.
General O'Neill entered the room, and took stock of the view before him, and cleared his throat. "Is this a bad time, Mister Secretary?"
"No, get on with it." Malone snapped.
"We've recieved reports of multiple starships going dark." He said, as if it were an every day occurence.
"Dark?" Malone asked, knowing what he meant, but he wanted the man to spell it out.
"They have stopped transmitting to Starfleet, and have reset their transponder codes." O'Neill said.
"How many?" Malone asked.
"Twenty six starships." O'Neill responded. "We've also got reports that other rogue elements are striking on the core worlds, and that one group has siezed control of Alpha Centauri's government quarter."
Harold stood up and walked around the bed to the General. "Are you here to tell me that I can't do anything about any of this?" Malone asked.
"Actually sir..." O'Neill said. "Its more complicated than you think..." He produced a phaser from his holster. "I'm sorry sir, I truly am, but if you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem."
Malone looked at the man wide eyed. "You?!" He snapped.
"The Federation will destroy itself with its lack of focus on the war, Mister Secretary." O'Neill said. "My comrades and I believe that there's a better way to win this war, without being constrained by the Federation Council's stupid morality."
"What morality?" Malone asked, stunned at this revelation.
"The preservation of Romulan life." O'Neill said simply. "We believe that in order to preserve the peace, the Romulan's need to be exterminated."
"You're mad man!" Malone snapped. "President Spock will never allow Federation Starships to massacre helpless women and children in the Romulan Empire. Not with his deep routed beliefs in Unification."
"That's why we're going to 'replace' President Spock, and the entire council who don't agree with us." O'Neill said. "We'll use the Tech Ex without remorse, and we'll use subspace weaponry against the Romulan Bast-"
He didn't get to finish, as Chantelle, who had got up unobservered and snuck up behind O'Neill, had karate chopped him in the back of the neck, and knocked him down. With a swift round-house kick to his head, he was down and out. Picking up his dropped phaser, she looked up at Harold.
"We need to stop them." She said.
"I think that goes without saying." He said. "I must inform the President at once."
=/\= End Log =/\=
Fleet Admiral Harold Malone (Ret.)
Secretary of Defence
As played by Frankie
OOC: Whoever plays Spock, fancy a JL?
