Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2018 8:57:56 GMT -8
A captaincy was always a balancing act on multiple levels and Kealan Monroe felt that the scales were tipping dangerously to one side. He had made more decisions without guidance in the past two days than he had his entire career and he knew history would have a hard time judging it all. He was not happy with some of his crew, the current trajectory of his well-planned career, and a large portion of Starfleet.
By now, news of the President's assassination had reached the ship, which would undoubtedly cause further anxiety to the crew.
The Q, Lily, had not been seen for hours after she had collected the fragile ship that had threatened the Kestrel, and he wondered about her agenda.
Harry Rooks sat in the Brig, fuming at his capture, but remaining silent about any accomplices. Across the department, in a separate cell, remained William Hunter.
The Hyperion's status was unknown, but Kealan hoped he had planted a seed in Mitchell's mind about the future.
As for the crew of the Talon who had acted poorly in the past 24 hours, Kealan had put their investigation and repercussions in the hands of their Chiefs. He was sure several meetings were taking place as he sat in the Eagle's Nest.
His appearance in the Nest was not one of nutritional or alcoholic need, it was to make an appearance. He had already done so in other parts of the ship, his attempt to let the crew see him, allow them time to ask questions if they needed, and to simply allow them to know he was relaxed enough about their situation not to have to spend it completely on the Bridge.
It wasn't entirely true. Despite his outward appearance, he feared for their future. While the Federation was sorting through the pieces of a very intricate conspiracy and schism of thought, the Talon was currently seen as MIA. Kealan knew the crew expected them to return to some semblance of normalcy, but it was not to be. The Talon had a destination, one that took them past Yatal, a ruse destination, to a location only known to the Captain.
Thankfully, the alien crew had been released from their prison, at least physically. How they would mentally deal with the aftermath remained to be seen and he was sure the Counselors on board were fully booked and working overtime.
He had spent the early hours of the morning looking out at the stars from his quarters. The darkness of space seemed significant. Night was the purview of the evil, all throughout history. Smugglers, thieves, they all took advantage of the black in order to carry out their nefarious deeds.
Kealan took a long drink of his coffee; though he hated the stuff, he craved the caffeine. Today, he needed that extra edge of alertness. There were already too many questions to which he had to find the answers. Yet, for now, he remained outwardly calm as he sat at the table, waiting for yet another barrage of anxiety to walk in the door.
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By now, news of the President's assassination had reached the ship, which would undoubtedly cause further anxiety to the crew.
The Q, Lily, had not been seen for hours after she had collected the fragile ship that had threatened the Kestrel, and he wondered about her agenda.
Harry Rooks sat in the Brig, fuming at his capture, but remaining silent about any accomplices. Across the department, in a separate cell, remained William Hunter.
The Hyperion's status was unknown, but Kealan hoped he had planted a seed in Mitchell's mind about the future.
As for the crew of the Talon who had acted poorly in the past 24 hours, Kealan had put their investigation and repercussions in the hands of their Chiefs. He was sure several meetings were taking place as he sat in the Eagle's Nest.
His appearance in the Nest was not one of nutritional or alcoholic need, it was to make an appearance. He had already done so in other parts of the ship, his attempt to let the crew see him, allow them time to ask questions if they needed, and to simply allow them to know he was relaxed enough about their situation not to have to spend it completely on the Bridge.
It wasn't entirely true. Despite his outward appearance, he feared for their future. While the Federation was sorting through the pieces of a very intricate conspiracy and schism of thought, the Talon was currently seen as MIA. Kealan knew the crew expected them to return to some semblance of normalcy, but it was not to be. The Talon had a destination, one that took them past Yatal, a ruse destination, to a location only known to the Captain.
Thankfully, the alien crew had been released from their prison, at least physically. How they would mentally deal with the aftermath remained to be seen and he was sure the Counselors on board were fully booked and working overtime.
He had spent the early hours of the morning looking out at the stars from his quarters. The darkness of space seemed significant. Night was the purview of the evil, all throughout history. Smugglers, thieves, they all took advantage of the black in order to carry out their nefarious deeds.
Kealan took a long drink of his coffee; though he hated the stuff, he craved the caffeine. Today, he needed that extra edge of alertness. There were already too many questions to which he had to find the answers. Yet, for now, he remained outwardly calm as he sat at the table, waiting for yet another barrage of anxiety to walk in the door.
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