Posted Sept. 13, 2021, 3:43 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Dr. Royal Sinclair (Chief Tactical Officer) (James Sinclair)
Since he was no longer a department head… or a Counselor…, Sinclair had moved everything out of the respective offices and it was all either in storage or in in small crates in the closet in his quarters. It was one of these crates that he pulled out late that night, looking for the… yes, there it was.
A small glass dome with a wooden base. Inside hung a medal… one few in the entire Federation had ever seen in person: The Star Fleet Medal Of Honor. It was given to him by a man who served with his Grandfather in the Star Fleet Marines. Royal held it for a few moments and then went to place it on a shelf when the glass slipped from his hands and fell to the floor, shattering. Royal cursed and bent down, inspecting the medal for damage. Seeing none, he breathed a sigh of relief and went to set the medal on the table near him when something in the medal shifted ever so slightly.
Royal looked at the medal closely with a puzzled expression. He had held it countless times before, but never noticed that the back was two separate pieces of metal. He looked closely and then slid the pieces against each other…
And the medal opened.
A small opening in the back slid open and inside sat an old optical disk. Royal took it out with a confused expression and then looked at his desk. He stood and went to it and inserted the disk in the reader. A moment passed in silence… and then a login screen appeared.
The Star Fleet Intelligence symbol rotated slowly in the background.
Sinclair stared at it for a moment and then tapped the comms. =/\= Sinclair to XO. Commander, I need to see you in my quarters immediately. =/\=
Sinclair, CTO
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