Crisis on the Frontier 4X01
Location: Ready Room
Timeline: MD 8
I'm thinking we could so something with Greg and Alidar to talk about his taking command - kind of a follow up on the Kobayashi Maru?
Alidar sat patiently at the chair on the other side of the Farragut's desk. While the results were not the what was hoped, he was satisfied with his performance. In his mind, he had made the right choices albeit a bit more aggressive than a normal Stafleet Captain.
"By all accounts you and Commander Beauvoir handled yourselves well, Alidar," Greg said, leaning back in his chair. "Unknown attackers. Compromised defenses. Commanding officer down on the deck. We call that a hot mess back home."
"We call it an audition," Alidar replied with his Romulan wit. "Lieutenant Beauvoir must be complimented, she performed admirably in combat." Looking to his old friend, Alidar asked, "How is your injury?"
"Wounded my pride more than my head," Farragut grumbled. "Davenport has cleared me for duty, but I'll have a few cognitive follow ups to make sure I didn't do more damage than usual."
"That is good to hear, I hope that you can pass concussion protocol in a timely fashion," Alidar nodded toward his friend. Trying a bit of humor, Alidar dryly delivered, "Until then I will have to be watchful for signs of mental instability. However, that is a character trait."
Greg clutched his chest and feigned an injury. "You wound me, Commander. How will I ever recover?"
"You will manage," Alidar smirked. "Have you received anything from Starfleet?"
"Something troubling," Greg said. The smile faded from his face. He let out a heavy sigh and slumped down in his chair. "Two hours ago a surplus yard was raided. Ten, maybe twelve ships were stolen. Two of our own missing. It's a cluster."
Alidar's own demeanor matched that of his Captain's, yet he kept his fully upright posture. His mind was already calculating what he thought constituted a proper response. "Do we have any leads?"
"Preliminary data from the Zidell Yards station suggests the same weapons were used in that attack that were used against us here. The local patrol vessels never stood a chance if that's accurate," Greg answered. "We still don't know where these ships are operating out of and Starfleet doesn't have enough assets in the system to launch an effective search."
"There must be something else happening," Alidar replied. His suspicious nature leaked out in his voice a little as he continued, "Normal raiders should never be able to get these kinds of weapons. Are there any bigger alerts occurring throughout the Federation?"
"Nothing like this. We have elevated levels of pirate activity throughout the border regions, but the attacks aren't any more sophisticated than we've seen in the past. The attacks here, near the Breen Confederacy and Cardassian Union, have been far more intricate and the raiders better armed," Greg answered.
Alidar nodded, he was privy to the same news alerts that Greg was referring. "Are we going on an investigation? I believe your people call it a fishing expedition," the Romulan asked.
"That's when you're searching for bullshit," Greg clarified. "This is hunting expedition - search and destroy."
"All the better," Alidar responded. "Are we waiting on orders?" he asked, almost as if asking what they were waiting for.
Greg shook his head. "No. I wanted to make sure you knew what we were getting into. This crew may be seeing sustained combat operations for the next several weeks, maybe even months. Do you think they're ready?"
Speaking from experience, Alidar stated, "You never know. You can run all the scenarios you want, but nothing substitutes for the real thing." The Romulan still felt the need to point out, "Two decades stand between today and the last time there there was anything more than a skirmish. However, the crew has been commendable in the way they've carried out their duties thus far."
"Maybe we need to schedule some exercises - something more than readiness drills," Greg mused. "Run battle drills until we reach the Chamballa system. Don't spare them in your assessment - I need to know exactly where we stand."
"I am able to envision some rather... intense battle drills," Alidar offered. His face almost flashed a bit of the joy he felt about putting this crew through its paces. A few rather cruel scenarios were already coming together.
"Good. Get it organized. Make sure the junior officers get their fare share of action. They need all the exposure they can get if something should happen to the command crew."
"If we are finished, I will get started," Alidar replied as though he had received a favor. "When do you want these simulations to begin?"
Greg considered Alidar's question for a moment and fixed his gaze on the door leading to the bridge. "You know," He began, drumming his fingers across the desk. "I always hated unannounced battle drills as a junior officer, but they're the best test of a crew's mettle. Run one without warning in three hours, see how they do, and then continue every six hours."
"Yes, sir," Alidar nodded. He was going to enjoy this. Taking the cue, the Romulan stood. "I must get to work if we are going to have a satisfactory test."
"Good luck, Commander," Greg said.
Commodore Gregory Farragut
Commander Alidar tr'Seroht