Promotion
Posted on Mon Nov 25th, 2024 @ 5:56pm by Lieutenant Colonel Cornelius Tremble & Staff Warrant Officer Rommie & Brigadier General Francis 'Judge' Sobel
Edited on on Mon Nov 25th, 2024 @ 10:23pm
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Mission:
Episode 16 - Silent Cries
Location: Holodeck 2 - Deck 5 - USS Pioneer
Timeline: MD002 0530 hrs
Neil stared at the data steaming in front of him as both the holo-tablets and his contact processed the information and he finally nodded and stepped into the right most and that packet instantly transformed him onto the bridge of the Pioneer. He glanced around at the non-specific crew that the simulation provided and he stepped up and sat in the ship’s Command chair.
“Begin simulation,” Neil said and then information began coming to him as one after another the holo-officers began rattling off information.
Neil straightened his back as the holo-deck simulation drained back into the holo-tablet then whisked from sight, leaving a glowing report hanging in front of him.
“A solid B,” Neil grumbled as he ran fingers through his hair and noted he’d been sweating. The simulation had included a band of raiders and negotiations with said raiders after they’d leached aboard the ship and tried to take control. The SIM was a combination of various real life missions but different enough that he wouldn’t know what to expect. In the end, the Cure and Security had been able to take back all but one cargo bay and Engineering had nearly gotten primary systems back up before the raiders had went ahead, and started peeling hull plating apart from the outside, abandoning their boarding party behind.
He’d opted to deploy boarding parties of his own and taken over four of the raiders. But they’d lost too many people and the ship would take an estimated forty hours to get back drive and engines. They had the raider ships but…
Sighing, he rubbed at the back of his neck and said, “Computer, bring up the gym program.” When Mick’s Gym came into place around him, he headed toward the locker area and changed into Cure branded workout gear and fished a jumprope off of the wall, moving to a lighted open area to warm up.
“Phone for you,” Mick rasped from one side. “Hey, and don’t tie up my office line willya? If you want to shoot the shit with your buddies, find a bar. This is a serious place.”
Hanging the jump-rope around his neck, Neil waved the holo-character off and moved into the manager’s office. He checked the clock again, to make sure he didn’t lose track of time and yelled at Mick, “Hey Mick, give me a head’s up in two hours, yeah?”
Mick rumbled something from outside the doorway then said, “Yeah. Why not kid. That’s what I’m hear. A glorified coo coo clock. Jeez..”
Neil ignored the grumbling and slid behind the desk and picked up the old fashioned handset, “Good afternoon, Major Tremble responding Sir.” It was a canned answer and Neil glanced at the old phone to see if there was video to go with it but it appeared to be a voice only communication.”
“Hey Neil,” Brigadier General Francis N.M.I Sobel’s voice came through the antique handset. “How’s tricks?”
“Good General,” Neil replied as he leaned back in the squeaky old desk chair and slumped. “Everyone seems to be recovering from the latest bout of madness. Pioneer is back up to speed and is good to go, sir.” After a moment of thought, Neil put his feet up on the desk and wedged the handset against his ear and mouth with one shoulder as he wiggled to get comfortable. He could hear the ambient sounds of the gym coming from the door and light music was playing from what Mick had previously told him was a transistor radio. This was something bluesy with a jazz tempo and Neil tapped along slightly as the general spoke.
“Just some quick news besides the check in,” the General told him. “Are you getting up to date with Company J of the 385th’s daily reports and all?”
“Yessir,” Neil replied, “Been monitoring them ever since the tasking hit my plate. I should be good to go whenever you pull that lever.”
“Won’t be right away, but I’m glad you’re staying abreast of things. And on top of the rest of the Brigades’s dailies I trust. Especially the Landing Team?”
It wasn’t really a question.
“Yes sir,” Neil said, “And the other Detachments as well. Rommie tells me I’m up to speed and I tend to trust her. I’ll double check of course.”
“You’re on leave,” I know, Francis chuckled. In the comm signal’s background, he could hear something but it was indistinct and he wondered where Neil was. “Like I said, this is just a check in. With most of the Brigade away from the station right now, I’m sorry we couldn’t meet up but the next time we’re in the same region, we need to get together for supper. Tempest sends her best, by the way.”
“Absolutely sir,” Neil said, his eyes roaming over Mick’s office. His eyes stopped on a Calendar that was new, depicting what he was pretty sure was the silhouette of Jayna reclining on a beach from what he took to be Riza. The curves looked familiar and he let his eyes linger on it, deciding he might have to have words with Jon and some of his programming Easter Eggs.
The picture was outstanding though. He realized he’d let his words trail off and said hurriedly, “How is Mrs. General Sobel sir? And the kiddies?”
Snorting, Francis wondered anew what Neil was up to
The man sounded distracted.
“She’s well and the brigade is doing fine, as you know by the dailies. But you sound like you’re distracted Neil so I’ll get to the last bit of business.
Neil tore his gaze away from the calendar and asked, “Yessir?”
Rommie popped into existence then. Saluted and set a box and flimsy in front of him, then popped out again.
Glancing at the flimsy, Neil heard the General say, “This should have been in person but it’s important for various reasons to get it done now. Your promotion to Lieutenant Colonel has been approved by the Commandant and ratified by the Federation Security Council. Congratulations, Neil. It’s well earned.”
Neil opened the box with one hand and found a trio of pips.
“Those were mine a hundred years ago,” Francis joked in Neil’s ear. “Wear them well Colonel. I’ll let you get back to your rat killing.”
“Thank you sir,” Neil got out before the line clicked ant there was a buzzing in his ear. He idly hung up the handset and he felt satisfaction looking at the pips before clicking the box closed and his eyes landed on the calendar again. Knowing Jon would have anticipated this, he raised his voice and yelled, “Mick, where did you get that Calendar?”
A Joint Post By
Lieutenant Colonel Cornelius Tremble
Executive Officer, USS Pioneer
Battalion Commander, The Cure
Brigadier General Franncis Sobel
Commanding Officer, 258th Starfleet Marine Expeditionary Brigade
Empok Nor
Staff Warrant Officer Rommie
Artificial Intelligence, The Cure
USS Pioneer
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