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Crash Calestorm

Calestorm Plot Log
A Hard Rain

The following plot log takes place during the twenty minute TBS…

 

Starfleet inter-crew and squad fraternization was frowned upon, but the policy didn’t necessarily hold up over time and in practice; it was discretionary to commanding officers as to how they enforced these rules.

 

Captain Calestorm was lenient with regard to her crew dating one another, as evidenced by her lead communications officer and second in command. Her ‘rules’ were pretty cut and dry: don’t do it on the bridge, don’t do it in the mess, and stay the hell out of her Ready Room. In your rack was even better.

 

And why was she thinking about relationships and romance when there were more important matters to deal with? Because she was about to lay eyes on someone she cared for, and for a little bit there, she didn’t think she’d ever see this person again.

 

Comanche Creek was overdrawn and Damage Control and Engineering were working to stabilize and restore what internal systems they could. As such, energy was on conservation and at a premium; ship to ship transporters would strain the already overworked systems, so Captain Reed Mitros had hopped a shuttle from the SS Hard Six.

 

As long time lovers and commanding officers within the First Threat Response division, Ashton Calestorm and Reed Mitros had more leeway within their relationship, especially with Mitros taking on a civilian contract command. But, they’d always been discrete.

 

Discrete was not the order of this day however, and Calestorm didn’t give a flying frag who saw them. As soon as the shuttle hit the deck and the access hatch popped, Mitros was greeted by one hundred and fifty pounds of incoming hug.

 

He returned the embrace and chuckled softly. “No really, tell me how you feel?”

 

She pulled away and held him. "Not that I ain't happy to see you Reed, but what's with the 9th Hour ‘on the fly’ brief? And you volunteered? Why didn’t Admiral Coyote or Captain Kirk come over?"

 

He gave a humorless smirk and glanced around the expansive hanger deck. "Not here..."

 

===

Both CO's took up residence in the Deck Chiefs office; Mitros wasted no time with the information he needed to give Calestorm

 

"First off, it's been about four weeks that the 'Creeks been missing Cale."

 

"Aw sh*t." She scrubbed a hand over her face. "Whatever. One month is way better than one year right?"

 

He raised an eyebrow. "Be glad it's not a year; the Admiral would be well on her way to trial, if not Leavenworth."

 

She stared at him. "Jay H. Christmas, Reed...what's going on?"

 

"You remember Enterprise taking off after the Bird of Prey that was on this side of the border?"

 

"Yeah; when I saw Enterprise, Hard Six and Bozeman playing ‘cavalry’ as yer ships zoomed by to handle those Romulan ships tailin’ us, I just as soon figgered Captain Kirk didn't get hisself blowed up." Crash snorted gently and waved a hand at his teasing look. "Yeah yeah, I know I’m in Country Mode…”

 

He sobered again and continued. "Next thing we know, you're gone. Whole ship gets sucked into that lightning storm...I wasn’t sure…”

 

He paused and she reached a hand over towards him; Mitros cupped her hand in both of his and held on.

 

"Anyway, Kirk is one lucky SOB. He got into some serious tactical one on one with the Romulan Commander and managed to come out of it alive. We regroup, and the Task Force tries to figure out what happened to 'Creek...before we know it, that lightning storm goes poof and disappears…"

 

“How long’d y’all stay out here searchin’?”

 

"Two weeks. We were in constant contact with Starfleet Command; then, the TF is ordered to move on and continue patrolling the border for any further Romulan activity. ‘Frisco told us a Science ship would take over the search for the Comanche Creek..."

 

"I’m guessing Shauna didn't cotton to the orders?"

 

"She told SanFran Command off."

 

"She don't take kindly to leaving her people behind. Never did."

 

He nodded. "Captain Kirk, myself, and Captain Dodge backed her up. We stayed while the rest of Alpha continued with the patrol mission."

 

"...things got worse?"

 

"Internal Affairs is involved. Jumped on Kirk about the Bird of Prey incident, and Shauna ticked them off more by refusing the orders, and..."

 

"…now they wanna know where Comanche Creek’s been?" She fingered the contraband Starfleet Intelligence Division 5 Challenge Coin in her trouser pocket.

 

Reed cracked a smile. "Pretty much."

 

“Hell. Internal Affairs?! We should’ve stayed in 2387…”

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: :blink:: 2387? Do I wanna know, Crash? And so much for not letting the cat outta the bag.

We had a wild ride Commander J. And I keep trying to shove the Caitians in a bag, but they just don't stay there!

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