Odd Christmas Present
Mission 3: Diplomacy, what’s that?
Location: Faltan Station
Timeline: Mission Day 2 at 0730
Natalia had received orders just around Christmas time from Starfleet. She was being transferred to a base out in the Raeya Sector Block-- pretty much the backwater of the Federation.
Yet, orders were orders. Still, she wondered who she ended up pissing off.
As she exited the transporter hub, she looked at a map and found out where the Intelligence Department was. She might as well check-in.
The Department was small enough so finding the Chief Intelligence Officer's office was not difficult.
It was like a ghost town though. No one seemed around and it wasn't like the Intelligence Department was the center of attention on the base.
She started to explore and found the headquarters building well-enough-- it was the largest one and the most central building, with a flag pole in front.
The environment inside was a complete opposite vibe from the intel building. People were rushing all over as if something was on fire and there were so many personnel.
Natalia entered the 'front office', what most people called the Installation Commander's offices.
"May I see the Commander, please?" Natalia asked a Yeoman.
The yeoman looked at the Lieutenant and asked, "Who are you and do you have an appointment?"
"I think you may have forgot you're speaking to an officer, yeoman," Natalia was measured in her rebuke. "I am her new Chief of Intelligence."
"I apologize, Lieutenant but the Commander.... You don't understand. She does not like to be disturbed with unscheduled appointments."
"No one told you I was coming here? These orders were stamped weeks ago," Natalia said, annoyed with the Starfleet bureaucracy.
The yeoman looked at her manifest and looked at the orders. They did not match but both certainly appeared to be authentic. "Um, do you mind if I just contact Starfleet and verify these orders?"
"Sure, it's probably best you verify I'm not an impostor that somehow managed to waltz into your headquarters," Natalia replied sarcastically.
"Just one moment," the Yeoman replied while she started clicking through a computer. "It does seem here that you are scheduled to relieve Lieutenant Cosantior who the Commander just promoted yesterday. She is not going to be pleased," the Yeoman warned.