Crisis on the Frontier 4X01
Location: Sitaution Room
Timeline: MD 7
In the Endeavour's new situation room data from Federation and Starfleet assets across the region poured across LCARS displays. Vessels popped into existence above holoprojectors. The quiet murmur of high-level comms traffic supplanted the muted beeps and chirps made by the ship's terminals. Greg stood in the middle of the room watching all the information slip by and disappear into the digital ether.
Yvette entered the new situation room, CPO Rocha in tow. "Good day, sir." She said. "Looks like the engineers did a fine job."
"Indeed they did," Greg replied. "It's a bit more bleeding-edge than I expected, but I won't complain. Not yet at least."
"May I say, Captain this is one beautiful room, you have here." Rocha said, looking like a kid in a candy store.
Farragut couldn't help but smile in response to the engineer man's wonderment. "Don't go and spend your allowance all in one place, Chief," Greg said with a shake of his head. "Put it to good use. We're going to need all the information at our disposal if we're going to get the job done."
Alidar, always one for business, tapped in a few commands into the console. The screen brought forth the recreation models of the destroyed vessels with the salvaged portions highlighted, a few key highlights of the damage found, and some information discovered with the scans and the information from the Romulan databases.
"Anti-matter weapons," the Romulan first officer stated. "The weapons left their signature along the hull in these scorch patterns." The screen zoomed in on the damaged portion of the hull piece. "Our main problem is that once anti-matter encounters matter, a highly volatile energy release occurs. This destabilization effect is the main reason they were outlawed by most governments."
"Magnetic fields will help to prevent matter and antimatter from interacting, or perhaps we could channel the energy in some way. " Yvette suggested.
"Lieutenants Hendrix and Ourielle briefed me on their solution. It's unique...to say the least," Greg studied the damage to the Vancouver on the holoprojector. "How much of this could we handle before we would have to retreat?"
"It is difficult to say," Alidar stated. "As we now stand, the shields could withstand a range of five and ten direct volleys. After that, our fate lies with their targeting matrices."
"Did you learn anything about the defenses of the Vancouver's attackers? Is it going to take more that what we have at our disposal?" Greg asked.
"We can theorize. They would require a lot of energy, more than would usually be capable of ships of that class, I'm not an engineer, but I think that would mean that they would have to prioritize energy management, so that while the weapon is in use their shields may be down or at least minimal." Yvette said.
Farragut let out a heavy sigh and shook his head. "And they can get close enough to make our torpedoes useless and our phasers sub-optimal," He muttered. "Any idea where they are getting these?"
"Some, but nothing conclusive, there are some shady dealers that trade in surplus Romulan, Dominion, and Son'a technology." Yvette said. "There are also the Breen, who might be looking for a way to extend their territory, or the Orion Syndicate, looking to extend their operations."
"Son'a...haven't heard from them or the Breen in a few years," Greg observed with a low whistle. "Any of your countrymen looking to kick the hornet's nest?" He looked over at his friend and first officer.
Alidar turned toward his friend as he replied, "I don't recall the Son'a making themselves known after the events with the Bak'u. Our contact with the Breen has been cut significantly since the Hobus supernova." He carefully considered the damage models in front of him. "Unfortunately, anti-matter technology doesn't leave as much of a unique origin signature as do phasers and disruptors. My own people abandoned anti-matter weapons research. Too unpredictable."
"That's saying something," Greg said with a shake of his head. "I'm getting stonewalled by Starfleet Intelligence on their analysis, apparently it's still under review. They didn't take kindly to my reminder of the last unknown assailants we encountered. Until we get our own answers, it's up to us to get the bottom of it."
"I've reached out to a few contacts, but I'm still waiting to hear back." Yvette said.
"Is this your Cardassian associate?"
"Yes, he is one of them." Yvette replied.
Alidar's eyebrow arched. Since the demise of the Obsidian Order and the Tal Shiar task group at the onset of the Dominion War, the Romulans had almost no contact with Cardassia. Needless to say, he was a bit suspicious.
"Is there a problem, Commander?" Yvette asked.
"No problem if your associate is trustworthy," Alidar stated. He left out the part about not trusting a group that would sacrifice their own people's lives like The Cardassians had done when joining the Dominion.
"He appears to be. In fact he risked his life in order to warn me of a trap set up by a rogue Tal'Shair agent that I had tangled with before." Yvette replied.
"I had almost grown accustomed to never hearing their name," Alidar responded. "One almost comes to miss having a shadow standing over your shoulder, ready to report your every action."
"Between us, I've experienced your people's hospitality before, Commander. I can imagine how it would be to a member of your people's society." Yvette said.
Farragut watched the exchange cautiously, waiting for it to take a turn. Then it came. "I think you've both made your point," He said, casting Alidar and Yvette a cold stare. "And right now we need all the resources at our disposal, even the unconventional ones."
Alidar kept a Vulcan like cool about him, he had not been the aggressor and he certainly wasn't about to send a return volley. "Agreed," the Romulan responded.
"I trust you two to work together on this," Greg said. "Let's get some answers and go into this without an arm and a leg tied behind our back, understood?"
"Understood." Yvette replied. "I was merely trying to bond with the Commander."
"And I hope the same is true for you, Alidar?" Greg asked.
"Understood, no harm no penalty," Alidar responded in a very Romulan reference to the Human saying, no harm, no foul.
Farragut chuckled and shook his head, "This close." He said, holding up his thumb and forefinger a hairs breadth apart. He clapped Alidar on the shoulder and departed from the situation room.
Commodore Greg Farragut
Commander Alidar tr'Seroht
Lieutenant Commander Yvette Beauvoir
Chief Intelligence Officer/2nd Officer/Acting Security Chief
Chief Petty Officer Xoán (John) Rocha