Reporting In

Posted on Sat Jan 25th, 2025 @ 3:25pm by Lieutenant Commander Aer Feshau-Patton & Ensign Josiah McEntyre
Edited on on Sat Jan 25th, 2025 @ 3:37pm

1,100 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Mission 5 - The Cold War Ends
Location: Intelligence Section, Faltan Station
Timeline: MD01 - 1400

After the terse and frankly, very odd encounter with the man in the mess hall, Josiah headed down to the Station's intelligence section. His hand stung where he had sliced it to get the odd man to shut the hell up about his appearance. Years in the field and he couldn't even enjoy a hot meal in peace without someone accosting him.

Intelligence wasn't hard to find, a short turbolift ride down and a couple minute walk and he enters the beating heart of information being passed in and out of the sector. He walked over to the Chief's office, pressing a button to announce his arrival.

Aer had sighed initially when she entered the intelligence suite of Faltan Station. It was similar to Poseidon, but it just wasn't how she wanted it... she'd have to change that. The intel chief spot had been passed around a bit before she eventually got it, she'd heard there was even a pool to see how long she'd last, but she ignored it and knew she'd had to make a big impression here.

The office itself was a mess. A mass of PADDs all over the place, most of which the information was probably out of date or unvetted, and just general cleaning needed. This was not doing anything for her heightened allergies that her pregnancy was causing.

As her door chime rang she let out a big sneeze before welcoming whomever it was in the door. "Come in." she said as she tried to regain some composure.

Josiah walked in, standing to attention, and saluting with the bandaged hand from his encounters with Burns.

“Josiah McEntrye. Reporting in. I have the field reports and logs ready for your review.”

He spoke professionally.

"Welcome to..." Aer looked around at the mess and felt exhausted. Putting on her best face though she walked over the the young Caitian, smiled and bowed slightly, "Welcome to Faltan Station, Ensign. Please be at ease, I'm not one for that kind of ceremony. Take a seat... I know I need one." she added as she subconsciously cradled her abdomen.

"There's some water and glasses on the table if you want to help yourself and you can fill me in on anything interesting in those reports. Sometimes hearing them from an actual person is better than dry reports." Aer smiled and found her seat eventually.

“Thank you. A couple years in the field makes some real food and drink very tempting. Though I did have a very odd and frankly highly paranoid officer accost me in the Mess Hall over my failure to remove my armor and supposed lack of being who I am.”

Aer nodded. "I read you were in Romulan space... they don't have the best palate." she added having spent some time there herself. As Josiah had spoken she noted his armour and his comments. "Did you happen to get the officers name?" she asked. "Not exactly a good first impression but you'll find I am very reasonable and in fact love your boots." she laughed lightly.

"Romulan Space and then here for the last year so." Josiah elaborated as he got a glass of water and sat back down across from Aer.

"Burns was his name, a very... odd fella. And Thank You, My boots are based on MACO pattern boots. They don't make 'em anymore but I scanned in a pair from my family's collection."

"I've seen images." Aer referred to the boots. "Not all old styles are out-dated in my opinion, but that might just be the El Aurian in me and seeing how things have changed over the past 40 or so years..." she trailed off getting lost in her thoughts for a moment.

Shaking her head and focussing back on Josiah she smiled at him, "Are you any relation to Elias McEntyre?" she asked curiously. She'd crossed paths with him a few times, and not just whilst she was in Starfleet.

"My Uncle, yes ma'am." Josiah nodded as he answered, taking a sip of his water.

"Galaxy has changed a lot since the 2360s. Romulans, The Borg Invasions of 2366 and 2370s, Dominion War. Now more than ever, the need for intel officers is great."

"I'm ready to do what's needed. Since I was pulled from the Academy, the last few years I've been in the field so I'm ready for some changes of pace. I'm qualified in all small arms, and bladed weapons. I'm also checked on the old EM-Series Plasma weapons and LP- Series Hand Lasers."

"I think I crossed paths with your uncle once or twice in his younger years." Aer commented before moving on. "I am glad you have a vast array of qualifications ensign but I have to tell you that you cannot go around the station with weaponry on show." she gestured to the weapons they had in view. "You'll have to stow your gear, or the bulkier pieces anyway. I have no issue with concealed pieces as I carry some myself... not that I can do much right now in my condition." she implied her pregnancy. "I'm still finding my feet here as well, my transfer with my husband was not a planned one and I had little notice of it. So, we can find our feet together."

The young Caitian nodded with a smile.

“I’m looking forward to finding our feet. I’ll stow my gear and check the duty rosters. Are there’s any specific area that needs attention?” he asked.

"Nothing too important right now. I still have stacks of intel reports to read so I could recommend reading up on the history of this area." Aer said as she looked around at the stacks she had mentioned. "I have heard a rumour of something shady going on in Mel's Cabaret on deck 15. They may be selling spice out of there if you want to go check that out?" she asked as she slid a PADD towards them.

"I'll see what I can sniff out." The Caitian says with a smile as he takes the PADD and looks over it.

"Great!" Aer's voice rose along with her body. She moved around the other side of the desk and stood near Josiah. "Welcome on board officially Ensign. I look forward to seeing what you bring in." she smiled warmly at the younger officer.

Time would march on for them both, and no doubt things on Faltan would reveal themselves to keep them both on their toes.

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Josiah McEntyre
Infiltration Specialist
Starfleet Intelligence
Faltan Station

Lieutenant Commander Aer Feshau-Patton
Chief Intelligence Officer
Faltan Station

 

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