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Ready Room - Calling Faye

Posted July 2, 2020, 10:45 a.m. by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Ready Room - Calling Faye

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Ready Room - Calling Faye

Posted by Commander Ardashir “Jack” Creed (Executive Officer / CIO) in Ready Room - Calling Faye
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Faye shook her head. “I have no idea,” she said flatly. Rising to her feet and stepping behind the chair, Faye moved away, pacing slightly. Her mind handled stress better when she was moving and right now she was rather aware of how bad this looked. “But why me? Why drag me into any of this? That makes no sense except…”

Turning to look at them again, she gazed directly at Cochrane. “Except that, I’m the perfect scapegoat.”

“And there is the other matter of your… knowledge,” Shara said, tapping two fingers to her head.

At that Faye took an almost startled step back. Of course, her mother knew about that. Of course. But who else did? She really wanted to talk to Blue now. He’d be able to confirm her side of the story. What Creed was saying about her handler didn’t make sense!

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

“Look, we don’t know each other well Faye, but I understand the ins and outs of being Intelligence and I feel I can understand a bit where you are coming from. Living in the shadows can make a paranoid life, no one knew my secondary task on this ship… not even my fiance’. That said, I also know you have to always be critical and never take anything for granted.” Ardashir said as he took a deep breath as he moved his chair to get a better eye-level view with Faye.

“You don’t know if you can trust any of us, or if you can trust your handlers… there is something afoot and I know you are smart enough to see that. So what would you be doing in the field with this? If it was me I know I would be verifying and moving forward myself, verify the chain of command, verify the orders, find the point where the information breaks down. You know how to do that, and it may not be… comfortable, you may not like the truths you find, but you know that is the steps you must take.”

Creed, XO

She threw her hands out to the sides. “And how the hell am I to verify anything? If what you say is true and my handler is somehow… missing, then who have I been talking to all this time? He looks like Blue, and I worked with Blue on my previous assignment. You have to understand that I had never been near Intelligence before then. I went and did a specific task for them, and in the execution of it, got royally screwed over. If my handler is a part of this problem, how much you want to bet that any verifying evidence is gone?” Her eyes flashed with anger. “And do you know what that means for me? It means no evidence. Nothing to prove I’m not the problem.” She also knew it could be infinitely worse. Moving away from them, Faye’s anxiety had skyrocketed. And that wasn’t even considering the woman sitting at the desk across from the captain.

Shara watched her daughter carefully, seeing the tell-tale signs she had taught herself to look for and knew it was time to intervene in a more concrete way. Cochrane and Creed had no idea what they were dealing with when it came to Faye’s more… volatile moods, and right now they needed to keep her focused. “Lieutenant, take a deep breath,” she said firmly, but not unkindly.

Spinning, Faye glared at the woman she still couldn’t process was there. That simple invocation reminded her that she was the most junior officer in the room. “Since when does Intelligence toss family members together? Aren’t there rules about that?”

“It wasn’t intentional, I can assure you,” Shara said, her voice placid. “No one expected you to be caught up in this. I am just following my orders to investigate all these false orders.”

“And what if you found something odd?” Faye said, planting a hand on her hip.

“Follow procedure and contain any threats. Same as anyone would.” Commander Calloway glanced at Cochrane and Creed, trying to read their reactions on the matter. By all rights Faye should be in the very least confined to quarters while they investigated, but she wasn’t about to go there, daughter or no. “Regardless of what happens in this room, you all have to remember that I have people expecting me to report in very soon and they will be expecting concrete information, one way or another. Fortunately, I have a fair bit of leeway with all of this. That gives us options.”

~The Calloways

Cochrane glared at the mention of ‘procedure’ and ‘containing threats’, but held his tongue. When the senior Calloway finished he said “With all due respect, I don’t give a single damn about what the expectations of your ‘people’ are. That being said, I am willing to listen to you and what you think. Options. What are they?”

Cochrane, CO

Shara was quiet a moment and leaned forward slightly towards Cochrane’s desk. “I have leeway. My superior, whom you’ve already talked to, trusts me to handle this in a reasonable way. She understands the delicacy of the situation and that there are much bigger players here. regardless of what others bullish types in Intelligence might think, Faye is innocent first. It’s incumbent upon us to prove otherwise. Not the other way around.” She glanced at her daughter. “We have to investigate. I know you understand that. But you’re not in any danger here Faye. But we have to follow procedure here or else all of us in this room will be in a lot of trouble. The more transparent we are as we proceed, the better for everyone. So if there is anything you can think of that we all might need to know, now is the time to tell us. The less surprises we have within our little group here, the better.”

She wanted to be about anywhere on this ship right now than in this room and it was taking an exceptional amount of self-control not to lose her mind right here and now. Did Cochrane and Creed even realize that? Alex knew her better, knew how hard her struggle was much of the time. But the Manhattan was home, and if someone wanted to take her down, well she wasn’t going without an awfully big fight. And someone like Faye? They fought dirty. Rules got tossed out the airlock if needed. The thing about growing up a rebel was that self-preservation was her number one skill. And she was damned good at it.

A light tremor ran through Faye’s body as she quelled an anger she scarcely knew what to do with. “What do I know? Probably too much. That’s the problem, isn’t it?” Faye turned to Alex and took a couple of steps closer to the captain’s desk, her face etched with anguish. “Do you fully know what the Romulans did to me? Did you know they treated my brain like a… human hard drive and dumped info there? After I escaped and the implant that blocked the info was removed, without killing me I might add…” Faye shook her head. “I would get these flashes of info in my head. And they were painful too. It moved too quickly for me to really pick out any one thing, I learned to control it so the info dumps stopped happening, but I’ve never been able to intentionally recall it. What if… what if someone is trying to get access to that info. It could be the same people that are behind these false orders right?” She glanced between the captain and Creed. Was she crazy? Was she drawing conclusions that just couldn’t be proven?

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

“Now that’s what I call a lead and some reasonable doubt. Information… it was what got my parents killed… what got their technology stollen sold and abused… I know Aedan Teller of OMAP once told that people believe money is power, but as cavalier and dangerous as that man can be, he knows it’s the knowledge that rules the galaxy. The more you know, the more you control.” Ardashir said softly as he looked Faye over carefully.

“If someone wants what you have, making you fall into a situation to feel vulnerable as you obtain more knowledge… more information… that could be something easily abused. Whoever went after my parents, I have been tracking them for years and this seems up their ally… using someone to gain more data, bleed them dry of their use then finish them… they bounced around from gang, mob, mafia, homestyle bakery… you name it, and took what they needed. Now… I don’t know for certain, but this information does seem to have their fingerprint on this.”

Creed, XO

Stepping away, Faye began to pace. The room felt awfully small and crowded all of a sudden and the tightness in her stomach was not getting any better. She needed to talk to Blue but there was just the tiniest seed of doubt planted in her mind and she wasn’t sure she could, or should. Now, everything seemed shady, untrustworthy. What the hell was she to do? If she was being manipulated, what was the line between safe and a threat? If someone was pulling strings then they had the ability to bring her down without revealing themselves. In essence, she was screwed.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

Bump

Cochrane looked at her and said firmly but not judgementally “Lieutenant. Breathe and take a seat. We are here to find a way out of this quagmire, and that’s what we are going to do.” He then looked at the older Calloway and Creed and said. “Steps going forward. Line them out. Let’s get a plan to address this and move on it. Now. I’m not leaving Faye swinging in the breeze here.”

Cochrane, CO


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