Mission Briefing Abridged

Posted on Fri Feb 9th, 2018 @ 10:36am by Ensign Charles Bartowski

Mission: S01E02 D-8 With the Devil
Location: USS Musashi | Deck 8 | Recreation Room

'Make yourself useful' the words of Captain Figueroa stung at him like a hundred small ants crawling up his arms and legs and biting him with annoyance. It was not enough to hurt or even cause that much pain, just an annoyance that irritated his skin and got him to mutter under his breath. She was not going to let him be on either of the two boarding party teams. Instead, he was going to be stuck aboard the USS Musashi...with her he figured. He was simply going to be an observer and advisor as they fended off Klingon cruisers as the USS Perry pounded away at the shipyard's vulnerabilities and took out the shield generator for the boarding party to board the shipyard.

She was making a mistake by not letting him be a part of the boarding party. He needed to be there. There was no way he was going to let this insufferable woman ruin his legacy or the destiny of the Federation. He would see to it that The Federation would be great again. As he had procceded to read through the PaDD she had given him and the instructions to hold a 'junior' mission briefing, he became even more irritated to learn that some of the men and women he was going to be briefing had been assigned to boarding party duty. He had contacted the Captain's Yeoman, Venessa Strong with the list of personnel he needed to assemble for the meeting (herself included) and the location of said meeting which was on deck eight in the recreation room whilst the Captain was holding her more advanced and detailed meeting in the briefing room on deck six.

Twenty minutes had passed and he proceeded to deck eight and located the recreation room with ease. He had been taking care of some business aboard that had delayed him a handful of minutes. Needless to say he was not very apologetic when he walked into the room five minutes tardy and the personnel that he had requested to assemble were already present. They were spread about with beverages at various areas. Some of them were having conversations while they had waited for his arrival. He approached the largest table in the room and dropped the PaDD onto the top of the table, stuck two fingers in his mouth and let out a whistle as though he were the coach of a physical education class. "Meeting is starting" he said aloud as he gestured for everyone to have a seat.

Once they all appeared to be seated and he had their attention, he looked around the room and did a quick head count. Everyone seemed to be there. "My name is La'Quentin Cartwright. I am mission advisor for the Musashi's present mission and a Federation Strategic Attache. You may address me as Mr. Cartwright. Some of you may know why the starship was at Elba II recently and the rest of you probably have no clue. The Captain has asked me to give you all a briefing and to address your duty assignments" he said taking a deep breath.

Chuck sat forward, locked in rapt attention. Only a day aboard and they were already being thrust ankle deep into a mission. He remembered asking Lieutenant Sh'howul about it and assumed that this had to be the specifics. Obviously, if a ‘Strategic Attache’ was here, it had to be important. He had recalled a Commdore Cartwright in his time at the Academy. Could the two be related?

There was a screen in the room which he used to project an image of a planet and what appeared to be a shipyard, but it did not look Federation in design. "Starfleet Command has come recognize an impending Klingon threat that we believe will be located here" he said jerking his head back to the screen. "JuO'ku'eH Klingon Fleet Yards in the Boreth system. It is highly suspected that new prototype battlecruiser has been secretly in the works for some time now and construction is nearly complete. This protoype is rumored to be far worse than any known Kingon vessel...fast, furious, and vicious. If this prototype is completed and more are produced, a fleet of these could mean the end of the Federation" he said grimly. "But, we are NOT going to let this happen! The USS Musashi and the USS Perry are presently enroute to the Boreth system where we plan on destroying this prototype before it can see the light of day" he added with passion.

Rob sat quietly in the back of the meeting taking ever bit of information that was forthcoming. It wasn't a lot that he could do as he was a junior medic. If the times comes he would be ready to do what ever it took

Crewmen Truff's pig like nose twitched as he took in the information. Taking the fight to the Klingons so it would seem, was the Federation's idea. "The Boreth system? Do we know much about that system?" asked Truff. He had hardly even heard of the name in passing let alone details about the system.

Muholland likewise chimed in shaking his head. "Not as far as I am aware. That's a old Klingon system" he added. "The kind of place Federation scientist would love to see, just to get a better understanding on the Klingons as a species and their culture."

Cartwright interjected "Not our concern" he said firmly. "All we care about is the Klingon shipyard and the prototype battlecruiser being constructed there. It needs to be destroyed in order to slow the Klingons down and hopefully prevent a war with the Federation, and if not prevent it, then delay it for as long as we possibly can. The Captain plans on seeing this mission through. The USS Perry is going to concentrate on taking out the shipyard's shields. From there, the Musashi needs to act fast and transport a boarding parties aboard. We are going to be taking this prototype out from the inside" explained the strategic attache.

The meeting was going to be short, sweet, and to the point. If Captain Figueroa wanted him to just be her lap dog and brief her 'D' list crew, then she could do it herself. Instead, Carwright just laid out the simple facts, the objectives, and took no questions. Why bother? They will fail this mission and I will see to it that the Musashi does not stand in the way he thought to himself.