Main Sim - I've Got Good News... And Bad News (Tag Command Staff, DH's)

Posted July 29, 2021, 12:21 p.m. by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) (Lindsay B)

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“Alright everyone.” Sara sighed gently. “I understand this is no small risk we’re undertaking, and we all have concerns. We are trained and experienced officers. We can do this. Let’s keep our heads together and the mission in mind. We have a lot to do, so let’s get to it.” She nodded to say Dismissed.

-Captain Sara Kiernan, CO

Since she had few more things she wanted to talk about with Blue and Pikelsimer, and Calloway and Kiernan if they wanted to stay, Enai remained in her seat and waited for the rest of the Senior Officers to leave. Her gaze wandered over to Shara as she waited as she started to feel concerned for the older woman. It was obvious to her that she was struggling and thus she would not only talk to her learn how she should act, but also to see what there was she could do to support Shara.

~Cmdr. Enai, XO

As the rest of the assembled officers left, Blue turned in his chair and said “All right, Commander… what would you like to discuss?”


At Blue’s question, Siadra turned her head towards him. She took a deep breath. less to calm herself and more to gather her thoughts. Yet before she started to speak, her focus returned to Shara. Something wasn’t right.

As people left, Shara sat there unmoving, her mind going elsewhere.

“You’re dismissed, Centurion,” the Major said, his loathing clear.

“I was tasked with maintaining the prisoner’s life, and I will do no less just because you’re in a foul mood, Darjon,” Shara said, grateful for the facial prosthetics that helped her maintain a neutral expression. Her words were also spoken in perfect Rhiannsu, with a hint of a accent of one who spoke the second dialect and had learned the common upper dialect later for work in the Tal Shiar.

Ignoring her for a moment, he turned and delivered a swift kick to the prisoner’s side, causing her to moan.

“Get up, ‘yikh’!” a Darjon demanded, clearly losing patience.

“It’s pointless right now,” Shara said, all but rolling her eyes. “I told you the serum will leave her out of it for awhile. You’re going to have to wait. Leave her be Major.”

“I hardly think you are in any position to dictate anything to me, Centurion.”

“Fine, kill her. Because that will be the result.” And that was the one thing they were told explicitly to avoid. Create misery as they must, but the prisoner must stay alive.

The Major huffed, spun on his heel and left the cell.

The prisoner squinted her eyes open, but her gaze was unfocused. In her Tal Shiar uniform, Shara crouched down and scanned her with a device. Pulling out a hypo, she carefully leaned forward so the surveillance equipment couldn’t see the motion and the fact that she injected the woman with a sedative. Her eyes lingered on the form of her daughter for one moment longer before she got up and whispered, “You’re welcome.” Shara didn’t look back as Faye fell unconscious, about to sleep off yet another cocktail of drugs that had been inserted into her system to slowly loosen her grip on reality. It was working, but Shara was working as best she could to get her out of there before it actually happened. So far Faye had been exceedingly strong and it stunned her actually. And made her ridiculously proud. Hold on Baby Girl. We’re almost there. A few more days was all they had to make it before they would have a chance for escape. A few more days that felt like an eternity what had become a personal hell.

Still in the same position, Shara’s hand clenched, her knuckles going white.

Commander Calloway, CIO

Sensing the mix of emotions from Shara and seeing the white knuckles of her clenched hand, Siadra worried about the other woman. But knowing better then to get up and touch her, she asked instead, “Commander Calloway? Shara? Are you okay? What are you remembering?” Her voice was soft, tender, but hopefully still loud enough to register with the other woman and to gently pull her back into the here and now.

~Cmdr. Enai, XO

Pikelsimer cleared his throat softly and said to Siadra “Commander… lets move forward, shall we?” Under the table, his foot went to Sha and gently rubbed inside her calf. “Now… if you don’t mind asking about whats on your mind, we can start getting this ball rolling.” Pikelsimer may have sounded dismissive, but it was just the opposite. He saw the white in his wife’s knuckles, the increased pulse rate as the artery in her neck pulsed. But now wasn’t the time to delve into Sha’s memories… although Micah was pretty sure he knew where those memories had taken her.


The frown on Siadra’s face deepened as she didn’t feel like moving one was the right thing to do. Yet at the same time she knew that sometimes it was best not to address everything right in the moment. So she held her tongue, nodded and took a deep breath.

Blinking, Shara was momentarily unnerved and that ill feeling still sat in the pit of her stomach. But she unclenched her hand and folded her hands on the table. “I’m concerned with the lack of training the crew has that is needed in order to pull off a mission of this magnitude, but we do have time to get our ducks in a row, as it were. I’d like the full list of everyone’s predetermined role and identities so I can work with each person to make sure they can pull it off.” The crew was small but eighty people she figured she could manage over the two weeks.

Commander Calloway, CIO

Siadra nodded in agreement and then said, “As all of you are aware, I have my daughter on board and then there are the twins of our Chief Engineer. I don’t know what his and his wife’s plans are going to be, so I’m going to speak only for myself. Yes, I know that raising a child on a Starfleet vessel always comes with risks and that I’m the only to take the responsibility for making that choice. There is quite a difference though between this mission and an average mission and the risk here is much higher. So this whole situation leaves me with three options: One. Once we arrive at base my daughter and I are going to stay behind.” She held up one finger. “Two. I’m going to send Liara away to stay with either of her grandparents.” She held up a second finger. “Three. Liara is going to stay with me on the Asimov.” She held up a third finger. Her voice was even, almost detached and only the slightest flicker of emotions could be seen in her black eyes. Looking from one person to the next, she continued, “Staying behind would feel to me like I’m going to betray this crew and like I’m going to break my oath as a Starfleet officer. If I do I will always wonder if my staying would have made a difference. Not to mention that it would break my daughter’s heart to move again and to - again - leave people behind she cares deeply about. So that leaves the other two options. My daughter already lost one parent. She is a very sensitive child and I’m afraid that it would break her if she were to learn that I’m supposedly dead or something as well. Yet if she stays I’m putting both her mental and her physical health, potentially her life at risk.” Fixing Pikelsimer, her eyes were suddenly ablaze with anger, yet her voice remained even. “You are putting me in an impossible situation. So the least you can do is help me find a solution that will not break my daughter’s heart and soul.”

~Cmdr. Enai, XO

Pikelsimer fixed her with a look that was half-amused, and half-judgmental. Blue started to speak but a metal hand came up with the index finger up and Blue’s mouth closed and he looked at Shara for help. Pikelsimer leaned forward and looked at the XO. He began counting just as she did, one finger at a time. “One. It ain’t like this is anywhere near the first time a ship is reported missing and then shows up later and folks come back. Someone sitting at this very table is testament to that fact. It happens… more often than you probably wanna know. Two. This whole situation has nothing to do with your daughter or your feelings. Everyone on this ship is being given the exact same choice because we know how hard this is gonna be for folks. You have the same choice as the rest… stay or go. Its as simple as that. We have a job to do, and we’re gonna do it… period. You don’t like it? I really don’t care. Because what we are doing is far more important than you or your daughter… or anyone on this ship and their families. So you sitting here as XO of this ship telling me you have a problem because of your daughter? And you don’t think every single person on this ship, family on board or not, is thinking the exact same thing as you? That they don’t like having to put their loved ones through this? But somehow the fact you brought your daughter on board a Star Fleet vessel knowing the dangers ahead of time somehow gives you the moral high ground to clutch your pearls more than anyone else? S#!t, Commander… thats just plain selfish. Three. You don’t like the mission? Fine. You tell me a better way to get what we need right now and we’ll do it.” He dropped his fingers to the table and glared at her. “Otherwise, I strongly suggest you figure out your personal reservations on your own like the rest of us, or tell us you ain’t stayin’ and we’ll get someone else to fill in for you.”

Pikelsimer, FedSec

Shara raised her eyebrows in her husband’s direction. Really, Micah? But she didn’t trust herself to speak just now and so shook her head slightly.

Siadra flinched visibly and her face turned a deep shade of scarlet. She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t selfish. That she was worried and not only about her daughter but everyone on this ship. If she hadn’t had to think about Liara, she wouldn’t mind going on this mission. Wouldn’t mind risking her life. But the truth was: she had felt guilty and selfish from the moment she accepted this position as First Officer. As tears started to well up in her eyes, she dropped her gaze and was silent for a few heartbeats.

Without looking up, her voice thick with emotions, Siadra eventually said, “Of course I know that this is a difficult situation, a difficult choice for each and everyone on this ship. I know that everyone is worried about their loved ones. I know how important this mission is. And I’m worried sick. Not only because of my daughter, but because of every single person on board.” Lifting her gaze, she looked Micah straight in the eyes again as a few silent tears rolled down her flushed cheeks.

~Cmdr. Enai, XO

Blue cleared his throat and said “Commander, if I may interject a moment. You should know that the idea for the choice being given in the first place was Agent Pikelsimer’s. He was adamant… a$$hole-ish, if I am being completely honest. And while his response to you was less than warm, I am completely certain that he… like you… has the best interests of the Asimov and her crew at heart. Sometimes…” and he looked at Shara, “… sometimes we are simply left with a choice between two things, neither of which we want, but we have to choose anyway.” and he looked back at Enai. “In this circumstance? We are choosing to hurt a few to save millions… more even, potentially. But I personally will understand if you feel this asking too much… of you and your daughter.”


A new wave of guilt and shame washed over her, but she didn’t drop her gaze as she nodded slightly in reply. Looking from Blue back at Pikelsimer, she brushed the tears away and said, “I’m sorry Sir. I know none of this is your fault. I hope you’ll be able to accept my apology. I didn’t mean to blame you or make it sound like I don’t care about the mission, this crew or all the lives we are trying to save. I do. Deeply. And I’m worried and sometimes a little over-protective. I hope you won’t hold any of that against me.”

~Cmdr. Enai, XO

Micah smiled at her and said “One.” and began counting on his fingers again… but he grinned at her before dropping his hands down. “I’m not a sir. I’m Agent or Pikelsimer or Micah or hey you or several other terms I’m sure you’ll hear tossed my direction. And actually where we are right now is kinda my fault… if I hadn’t ‘a stuck my nose this whole hornet’s nest we wouldn’t be here.” and he chuckled. “Over-protective can be good… but ya gotta temper that with the needs of the mission. Thats the crap part of the job, but that is the job.”


Siadra returned the smile and replied, “Thank you, S- Agent Pikelsimer. Sticking your nose into a hornet’s nest doesn’t make this your fault. Not really. It wasn’t you who created the hornet’s nest after all.” Rising to her feet, she walked over to the window and rested her forehead against it. For a few moments she looked silently out into the vastness of space in front of them before she finally said, “I can’t abandon this crew or my duties. And I can’t send my daughter away knowing she will either believe I died or abandoned her.” She turned around and looked at everyone in the room. “Most of you have much more experience with these type of missions. So if there is anything you can do, any suggestions you may have that will help me keep her and any other civilians along with the rest of the crew save: I’d be forever grateful.”

~Cmdr. Enai, XO

Blue nodded and said “Please note, Commander… Agent Pikelsimer and myself spent weeks formulating these covers.” He looked at Shara. “The ones who are changing ID fully ha e backgrounds that compliment their actual history… a grain of truth in the web of decit, as it were. That should help them assume the role more natuarally.”


“Well then, by all means, dispense with the bulls#!t and tell us what marvellous things you’ve concocted for the people in this room so I have a place to start working from,” Shara said, doing what she did best: compartmentalizing her feelings and shoving down the discomfort somewhere where it wouldn’t get her and others killed. It was ugly business but effective and right now they needed her focused and effective.

Commander Calloway, CIO

Blue shook his head. “Not now. When we reach Catraken Station. Then we let the crew decide whether they are staying or going… then we get into it. The one advantage we have is that we have no timeframe to be at the station… we stay until we are ready.”


Shara all but glared. “No, you’re not hearing me. I need to know. Now. Myself, Gadi, and our command team need to know before then so we can already be a few steps ahead in order to help the crew. I’m going to have to get eighty people ready for a covert mission and nearly all of them have never done anything like this. So I need to know what you’ve decided I am supposed to be in all of this. And I’m not asking.”

Commander Calloway, CIO

Micah looked at her and took a breath. “And I ain’t telling because it ain’t your call. You aren’t in charge here, neither is Intel. And until we get in that nebula and comms are scrambled so bad nothing gets out, we ain’t saying shit. Get pissed, but that’s the way it is. No specifics till we know no one on this ship has the opportunity to get anything to the target organization. No one. No exceptions. Hell, me and Blue just broke a dozen direct orders with this little meeting.” and he leaned forward and stabbed a metal finger at the table.

“You of all people know the level we’ve been compromised. And if you can know that and still have the stones to sit there and demand we give up mission specifics now? When we still aren’t sure who we are dealing with? Them’s some grade-a blinders you got on, hun. Yeah… not f%$#ing happening. This meeting is done. Captain? A word if you please.”


Screw you, Shara thought and abruptly pushed back her chair and stormed out the of the room without another word. Her stomach continued to roil and every promise she had recently made was sitting in her mind. This was not what she signed up for. Not by a long shot. Damn them all to Hell!

Shara moved out of the room and into the corridor uncaring about appearances.

Commander Calloway, CIO

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