Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2011 15:38:49 GMT -8
Desan walked towards the docking bay where the Defiant was located. His pace was brisk, and his uniform was neatly pressed. As he passed a mirror in one of the stores on the Promenade, he quickly checked his appearance to make sure that everything seemed to be in order. His workout with Lieutenant Commander McAdams had gotten rid of the remainder of his buzz, and despite the fact that he looked slightly tired, he was otherwise properly prepared to see the Admiral.
Desan was rather fond of being on the Defiant. It was compact, sleek, build for a purpose, one that it filled relatively well. Some others hated being on it because it’s small size made for more compact accommodations, but he wasn’t necessarily of that belief. It helped to rid him of that vague feeling of paranoia that he frequently had in unfamiliar territory. His quarters on the Defiant were bordering on permanent since he’d arrived at Deep Space 9, for he frequently went along on the ship’s missions to take crew members into the Gamma Quadrant so he could gather intel from the Admiral, or provide her with things that he knew.
He found his way easily to his quarters, scanning them over quickly with a tricorder to ensure there were no devices in there that shouldn’t be, before opening up the briefcase that had come from Admiral Rell once more. He hadn’t reviewed the information fully in his quarters, for he wanted to make sure that he didn’t miss the Defiant on her way out to the Gamma Quadrant.
What little he had read disturbed him greatly. The fact that a Federation traitor had somehow gotten aboard a vessel at Deep Space 9 meant that he would need to triple check the procedures there. Fortunately, he hadn’t been stationed there long enough for it to have been his responsibility to know that Boribeth was there, but still, people had to know. There was no way that she’d been on the station completely undetected, and despite what Admiral Rell’s notes had suggested about a cloaking device, even a cloaked foe needed to recharge on occasion.
He sighed, rubbing his temples, and a slight shudder caused him to look out the nearest window. The docking clamps had been disengaged, and they were getting ready to leave the station Sure enough, as he looked out the window, Deep Space 9 became smaller and smaller. He counted off the seconds, knowing exactly how long it ordinarily took them to get to the wormhole on average.
**Three seconds too slow,** he thought to himself, as the wormhole opened before them, and the Defiant entered. Desan watched impassively as they traveled through. As a child, he’d been in awe of the wormhole. The Celestial Temple, home of the Prophets, beloved by nearly every Bajoran.
Nearly every.
Desan had little faith in anyone, or anything beyond his own knowledge and abilities. It was a mentality that served him well for 34 years of life.
Despite it’s lack of religious symbolism, he had to grudgingly admit that the wormhole was beautiful. The swirls of different shades of blue and purple were calming, even though their movement was somewhat turbulent. He wished he had a nice glass of whiskey to drink while they traveled, but he hadn’t had the presence of mind to bring some with him. “Oh well, I suppose I do have better things to do with my time,” he said to himself.
Picking up a Padd, he looked over Boribeth Sunland’s dossier. He was of course familiar with her, she was one of the better known Federation traitors. But he wanted to know as much about her as he could, wanted to make it so that there was no way that he could mistake her for someone else. Admiral Rell had said that they were in the process of arresting her, but he didn’t want to take any risks when it came to someone like her.
**Is she trying to flee, or is she trying to cause trouble?** he wondered to himself Probably a little bit of both, if he guessed right. She couldn’t hope to get further from the Federation than Starbase Gamma Etimon unless she wanted to leave everything she knew. He doubted that she would want that. Despite the fact that she’d taken actions against the Federation, Desan refused to believe that she’d want to be alone in the world, without Federation protection.
Sighing as fatigue finally began to catch up to him, he decided to take a nap to pass the 20 hour flight to SGE. He suspected he would need all of his energy once he got there.
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Desan was rather fond of being on the Defiant. It was compact, sleek, build for a purpose, one that it filled relatively well. Some others hated being on it because it’s small size made for more compact accommodations, but he wasn’t necessarily of that belief. It helped to rid him of that vague feeling of paranoia that he frequently had in unfamiliar territory. His quarters on the Defiant were bordering on permanent since he’d arrived at Deep Space 9, for he frequently went along on the ship’s missions to take crew members into the Gamma Quadrant so he could gather intel from the Admiral, or provide her with things that he knew.
He found his way easily to his quarters, scanning them over quickly with a tricorder to ensure there were no devices in there that shouldn’t be, before opening up the briefcase that had come from Admiral Rell once more. He hadn’t reviewed the information fully in his quarters, for he wanted to make sure that he didn’t miss the Defiant on her way out to the Gamma Quadrant.
What little he had read disturbed him greatly. The fact that a Federation traitor had somehow gotten aboard a vessel at Deep Space 9 meant that he would need to triple check the procedures there. Fortunately, he hadn’t been stationed there long enough for it to have been his responsibility to know that Boribeth was there, but still, people had to know. There was no way that she’d been on the station completely undetected, and despite what Admiral Rell’s notes had suggested about a cloaking device, even a cloaked foe needed to recharge on occasion.
He sighed, rubbing his temples, and a slight shudder caused him to look out the nearest window. The docking clamps had been disengaged, and they were getting ready to leave the station Sure enough, as he looked out the window, Deep Space 9 became smaller and smaller. He counted off the seconds, knowing exactly how long it ordinarily took them to get to the wormhole on average.
**Three seconds too slow,** he thought to himself, as the wormhole opened before them, and the Defiant entered. Desan watched impassively as they traveled through. As a child, he’d been in awe of the wormhole. The Celestial Temple, home of the Prophets, beloved by nearly every Bajoran.
Nearly every.
Desan had little faith in anyone, or anything beyond his own knowledge and abilities. It was a mentality that served him well for 34 years of life.
Despite it’s lack of religious symbolism, he had to grudgingly admit that the wormhole was beautiful. The swirls of different shades of blue and purple were calming, even though their movement was somewhat turbulent. He wished he had a nice glass of whiskey to drink while they traveled, but he hadn’t had the presence of mind to bring some with him. “Oh well, I suppose I do have better things to do with my time,” he said to himself.
Picking up a Padd, he looked over Boribeth Sunland’s dossier. He was of course familiar with her, she was one of the better known Federation traitors. But he wanted to know as much about her as he could, wanted to make it so that there was no way that he could mistake her for someone else. Admiral Rell had said that they were in the process of arresting her, but he didn’t want to take any risks when it came to someone like her.
**Is she trying to flee, or is she trying to cause trouble?** he wondered to himself Probably a little bit of both, if he guessed right. She couldn’t hope to get further from the Federation than Starbase Gamma Etimon unless she wanted to leave everything she knew. He doubted that she would want that. Despite the fact that she’d taken actions against the Federation, Desan refused to believe that she’d want to be alone in the world, without Federation protection.
Sighing as fatigue finally began to catch up to him, he decided to take a nap to pass the 20 hour flight to SGE. He suspected he would need all of his energy once he got there.
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