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*((Conference Room One - Duronis II Embassy))*
As the room cleared, Krindo gave him a friendly but concerned look.
Pandorn: Are you sure you're up for this, Geoff? You look like you went a=
few rounds with a pissed off Nausiccan. As if they're never pissed
Geoff nodded, his grin equally weak. There was no sense in lying to the
man to keep up appearances. It was simply a matter of a job needing to be=
done. He wasn't the first, nor would he be the last Starfleet officer to=
politely and respectfully ignore medical good sense in the course of
performing his duties.
Teller: Yeah well, if you think I look bad, just wait until I get my hands=
on those Romulans. ::With his good arm, he offered the man a handshake::=
Good hunting, Chief. We'll keep the lights on for you.
Pandorn: Aye, sir. ::to Sirok:: Let's go, Ensign. we need to prepare the
A few minutes later, with his questions answered by the Admiral, the two
bid each other a farewell before heading to their separate tasks. Teller=
had been in command before, but never in such unfamiliar territory. He'd=
been trained as an Engineer and he'd grown as an officer, but conducting a=
targeted search and extraction of a hostage in an isolated forest against=
dug in Tal Shiar field assets was not something he had any practical
experience in. As he looked down at his own immobilized arm and sucked in=
a breath against his battered rib cage, he realized just how much he'd need=
to lean on his team for support and expertise. Gritting his teeth, he
headed down the hallway and towards the Ops center, only getting lost twice=
on the way.
*((Several minutes later, Ops Center, Embassy of Duronis II))*
As Teller hobbled into the secure Operations Center, he was impressed by
the significant spread of technology around him. From here, he had access=
to sensor feeds and data uplinks from their ships in orbit, the Laudean
Defense Force, probes and sensor relays scattered around the system, and
complex hooks into the planets data networks. It was a bit like the
strategic operations center on a starship, but with significantly more data=
Geoff wasn't surprised to see he was the last person to have made his way=
downstairs. Assembling to one side of a large holotable, Major Parker, Lt.=
Col. Mitchell and 2nd. Lt. Greaves were reviewing a topographical survey of=
the crash site and surrounding area, while off separately Lt. Jg. Daylan
Daroo and his new favorite Doctor, Ensign Alieth were chatting quietly,
reviewing notes. Taking the opportunity to lean against something for
support, Teller found an unoccupied console nearby and nodded to their
Marine junior officer.
Greaves: Good afternoon team. If you don't mind, I'd like=
to frame the
situation as I see it. Since I led the first responders and was the last
one in the AO, I think my understanding of the situation on the ground may=
be the most complete.
Teller: By all means, Mr. Greaves. We can get into a strategic overview=
after we get a better understanding of what we're dealing with on the
Teller leaned back and listened, examining the shifting holotable before
him and trying to align it with his fractured memory of the crash.
Greaves: The Tal Shiar team grabbed our Doctor here ::pointing to the
crash site:: armed with hand disruptors and active camouflage. Responders=
pursued the Romulans to the north until they encountered a minefield and
nearly a dozed disruptor armed drones less than a kilometer to the north of=
the crash site.
Wes traced the route with his pointer finger, stopping at the minefield for=
Greaves: Tracking of the Romulans was intermittent but we know they
continued north in a haphazard route. Possibly avoiding other minefields or=
traps they had laid. Alpha squad landed here. ::Pointing two kilometers
north of the crash site:: After extraction of the crash survivors, the
Romulans continued to the north and their signal was lost here ::pointing=
again to a rocky area of the map, covered in foothills::
Teller looked at the map and scowled. It was a minor miracle they hadn't=
lost anyone to the Romulan booby traps, and the terrain in which they were=
presumed to be hiding would provide numerous natural advantages along with=
whatever tricks the Tal Shiar had brought with them. Absentmindedly,
Teller tried to cross his arms and grunted mildly when he failed to. 2nd=
Lt. Greaves continued his summary.
Greaves: From what we know, the Doctor was not injured when the Romulans=
took her, but if they have reached a hide site there is no telling what
kind of equipment they have cached. If they managed to find a cave
complex, even without shielding, it may be exceptionally difficult to
detect them. Furthermore, the rain in the area has turned to moderate
snow, which will make identifying anything in the forest visually much more=
difficult, although it may be easier to detect anomalies in the infrared.
Their young Marine looked to the crowd of senior officers confidentially,=
and Teller was impressed. He'd seen experienced officers with long tenures=
unable to effectively conduct a briefing like this. To Geoff it was a
comforting sign that one of their newest had this kind of poise and
professionalism straight out of the Academy.
Greaves: Are there any questions for me?
Teller: Extremely comprehensive. Thank you for your report, 2nd.
Greaves: That concludes my situation update team. I'll turn the f=
over to the Lieutenant Commander here and Major Parker.
As Mr. Greaves stepped down, Teller rocked himself to his feet and nodded=
to Major Parker.
Teller: Alright folks, lets get right down to it. We've got at least two=
Romulan assets on the planet, with weapons and equipment unknown, holding a=
Starfleet officer captive. Their likely goal at this point is
exfiltration, using Doctor MacKenzie as their only insurance against being=
turned to ash or spending the rest of their lives in a Federation penal
facility. As the Lieutenants report vividly illustrates, they have chosen=
a well fortified area to either wait us out or bleed us as we approach.
Major - would you say that's about the size of things?
Teller: Excellent. With that in mind, lets get an idea of the current
disposition of our forces. Major Parker, Lt. Col Mitchell - what's the
status of our space and airborne resources? Do we have the planet
thoroughly locked down?
The holodisplay changed, showing an interwoven mess of orbit lines and
sensor coverage from the planets surface all the way out to the Sand Bar, a=
few hundred thousand kilometers away from the planet.
Teller: Good work, and pass that along to the Laudeans as well. Your fast=
reaction time may have slammed the exit door closed before the Romulans
could slip away.
Teller: How about ground side - Lt. Jg. Daroo, what's the security status=
of the Embassy? I don't want to leave ourselves vulnerable for a sneak
attack while we're focusing our resources on the search. We need to be
locked down tight as a drum - all personnel recalled and within our secure=
Teller: Good work. Starting now, I want you to double the standing guard=
on the Admirals family. The Tal Shiar is not above killing children, and=
if there are more agents out there, we can't discount the possibility
they'll try something particularly heinous in desperation. Are there any=
other especially sensetive targets you feel we should secure?
Teller: Understood, you know the facility and the people better than I do,=
so proceed as you see fit. I do not intend to give the Romulans another
opportunity to sucker punch us.
Geoff turned his attention to another of their recently arrived junior
officers. Her face was impassive and unreadable, but she had kept close
attention on him and his deteriorating condition since he walked into the=
Teller: Ensign Alieth, I realize you haven't had much of an opportunity to=
get orientated, but I need to know the status of our medical facilities. =
If we have to get into it with the Romulans, we're likely to have
casualties. With Doctor Quen away on the Thunder and Doctor
MacKenzie...indisposed, are you prepared to deal with casualties?
Lieutenant Commander Geoffrey Teller
Duronis II Embassy & Support Flotilla
Rear Admiral Turner, T. Commanding
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