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Cptn Swain

Rumblings from a far

It was a busy morning on the command deck of Camelot Station. There was a convoy arriving from Thena III, a trade conference beginning, the return of half a dozen ships from missions, and a senior staff meeting of fleet reps a few meters below in the Round Table room. Sprint, for his part, sat frowning looking over the status monitors.

 

“Just got a data-drop from Excalibur,” one of the junior communications officers said. “They’re stilla few days out.”

 

Sprint nodded and continued reading. “I am sure the yard staff will be happy they won’t need major repairs -- for a change.”

 

The junior comms officer smirked, knowingly. “Likely. Though can’t say the same about the Cordoba.”

 

“At least she didn’t take too many casualties.”

 

“I can’t believe raiders were that bold.”

 

Laying his PADD down, Sprinted nodded. “Third attack within two weeks. I can’t say that the Captain isn’t worried.”

 

“I heard they’ve been running drills on beta and gamma shift in case they’d get adventurous and start hitting people near us.”

 

“Yes,” Sprint confirmed. “We’ve been too busy on Alpha to have them, but I am hoping to run a few next week...”

 

They were interrupted by the executive officers’ somewhat playful tone. “Really Corris,” he said with a boyish smile. “Hoping? You told me you’d run them.”

 

Sprint rolled his eyes. “Yes, well, Commander, if you or the Captain, or well anyone decides to ruin the universe between now and then I won’t be able to, now will I.”

 

Feigning an injury to his chest, Blair looked plaintively towards Sprint. “I would never make your life harder.”

 

“Uhuh.”

 

“Speaking of which... I just got word that the convoy from Thena will be arriving a few hours early...”

 

Sprint glowered. “Thanks for the warning...”

 

Below them, another conversation was brewing.

 

“Just who’s bright idea was this?” Misha Abronvonvich said in his graveled voice that inflected little other than annoyance. “I swear the Command never told me I’d be responsible for so much baby sitting.”

 

The four or five captains and commanders in the room smirked to each other. Alexander Calypsos, the commanding officer of Camelot shook his head. “That’s why they pay you the big money, sir.”

 

Misha sighed and shook his head. “I guess. Moving along, Ambassador I believe you have an update for us?”

 

At the end of the table, having sat quietly listening for most of the meeting, Ambassador t’Salik nodded with a polite smile. “Yes, thank you Admiral.”

 

Standing she activated the hologram display in the center of the room. Her husband had always been rather proud of this particular room, something the Ambassador herself had rather found interesting. Of course, Sorehl would never have admitted to being prideful, but she’d known him long enough to know when her husband was proud of his achievements.

 

Tucking that thought into the back of her head, she continued. “This is the Korale Star Cluster. My attache should have distributed to you the latest intelligence briefing on the area.”

 

The group in the room nodded. “Ambassador,” Captain Iken Jalaron said, “I read the report and I am curious …”

 

“About why the Federation has taken such a keen interest in this matter?”

 

t’Salik nodded once and tapped a button on the hologram projection control, displaying two blue lines passing near the star cluster and a third, dotted line. “Quite simply,” she said, “our concern is with two trade routes we’ve recently opened and a third that we’re in the process of negotiating.”

 

“And what about the Kalith?”

 

She looked towards the Admiral. He knew why, she considered before responding. “As you are aware, Admiral, Intelligence and Command are concerned about their ascendancy in the region.”

 

“Yes,” he said. “And we were particularly concerned that if they continued to expand that they could post a greater threat to regional stability.”

 

The Vulcan nodded. “Which is why the diplomatic corps has been instructed to open a dialog with the all parties involved.”

 

“If I might ask,” Calypsos interjected. “Where do we figure into that?”

 

Pursing her lips, the Vulcan hesitated for a brief moment.

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