Plans

[Wes Roberts 0]

Starship Revenge

Main Briefing Room

1545hrs, 2 January, 2387

(BGM: Transformers: Deciphering the Signal)

 

 

Entering the briefing room, Wes noted that his staff, other than those chasing down rumors of the Tjurakh, were present and seated. “Ladies and gentlemen,” as he sat down at the head of the table, “I want you to make contingency plans for deploying to Sector 030 for emergency evacuation operations.” The ship's officers noticed that he wasn't wearing SOE black, but his more traditional uniform from his privateering days—the tan shirt, green pants, and hessian boots.

 

Egeanin looked up at former Dread Pirate. “Evacuation operations? Just exactly *what* are we evacuating? One of the old Earth Outposts?”

 

“No. We'll be evacuating ch'Rihan.” Wes replied blandly, as he took a sip of coffee, and looked around the table. The looks his staff gave him were of shock and awe.

 

“Wes,” G.W. growled, “why are we evacuating ch'Rihan?

 

“This information is not to leave this room. A star near Romulus is beginning to show increased signs of going nova. As for when, there are no firm dates. But this information is of a sufficient nature to warrant an All Points out to the Allies, as well as causing Subcommander tr'Jeth Dabi a distinct panic attack, and will probably cause him some sleepless nights before they get to Romulus.” There were some chuckles around the table.

 

“What I need for you, ladies and gentlemen, are to begin preparations for departure at any time. And that will include coordinating with Station Operations for drawing out stores, including emergency rations and medical supplies.”

 

“I'll have the engines warmed up and kept in that state, Wes,” O'Donnell added.

 

Wes nodded. “Egeanin, lay in courses for multiple destinations. Right now, we have no information on staging areas or refugee camps. Our best bet for a staging area would be in the vicinity of Syrma.

 

“Frank,” the named watch officer looked at Wes, “you're now promoted to Acting Executive Officer. Signal Khaiell to drop whatever he's doing, light the fires and rendezvous near Syrma. You'll also handle all the coordination between this ship and the Station.

 

“Captain Chirakis may come aboard at some point once we get the actual deployment order. You'll to render proper customs and courtesies to her.

 

“Ladies, Gentlemen, there's a lot to be done, and not a lot of time to do it in. Let's get it started.”