Consultatons

[Wes Roberts 0]

Consultations

A Wes Roberts Production™

 

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Wes cracked an eye open, trying to figure out what that damned noise was. Looking around the bedroom, he noted it was sometime in the vicinity of Zero Dark Thirty, Mai had her leg sticking out from under the covers. As the beeping continued, realization slowly crept into the Executive Officer's sleep-addled mind. “What?”

 

“Mr. Roberts, sorry to disturb you, but incoming transmission from Caledonian Ministry of Defense.”

 

“Give me a couple of minutes, Betty, then transfer it to my desk.”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

Wes was already sliding out of bed, pulling on a pair of short and t-shirt before staggering out into the hall. With a stumble, a loud curse, and a stubbed toe, he'd kicked one of his daughter's toys down the hall. Tajra stuck her head out of the room she shared with her twin sister, heard that Wes was up, and stealthily made her way to the kitchen, to begin brewing coffee.

 

Sitting down, Wes activated the screen. “Minister Trupple, what do I have the honor?”

 

“Chancellor. Sorry to disturb you; it seems the time difference was forgotten about.”

 

“Spare me the pleasantries, Minister, the duty day starts in 5 hours.” Tajra, staying out of view of the screen, placed a steaming cup of coffee on the desk, before retreating back to the kitchen to finish brewing the rest of the pot.

 

“Of course, sir. We've read Admiral Nynaeve's report on the strange occurrences going on in Aegis space. Prime Minister Eberstark has, in your absence, authorized the deployment of the Ark Royal's battlegroup to assist in securing Aegis. There will, of course be some realignment of the task force currently under Admiral Nynaeve, and a reduction in cruisers present, but four Malaccas will be more than sufficient.”

 

“Let me see what's coming in.”

 

“Of course, Chancellor.” A second window popped open, showing the order of battle incoming. Wes just shook his head, after taking a sip.

 

“Minister, I don't need 7 carriers and four cruisers on top of what's here right now. Send 1 class of each carrier, a pair of Malaccas, and pair of additional Jaegers. I don't need as many larger cruisers, so the Bias Bay and Lux can go home.”

 

“Of course, Chancellor. We'll amend the deployment order. Admiral Nynaeve will remain on-scene commander of the battlegroup. Once the ships are provisioned, they will proceed by the fastest route to Aegis.”

 

“Understood, Minister. I'll advise Captain Chirakis to expect more guests in the coming weeks. And you've sent Admiral Nynaeve's new orders?”

 

Truppel nodded. “She'll be receiving them today.”

 

“Is there anything else, Minister?”

 

“No Chancellor. I'll let you get back to sleep. Defense Ministry out.” The screen flashed with the Caledonian roundel, and faded to black.

 

Wes stood from his desk, and walked into the kitchen. “Tajra, why don't you go back to bed. I'll take care of the coffee, and my mug.” Green eyes flashed, as the blonde Baradi Aelfin nodded, before heading down the corridor. Walking towards the picture window that dominated the living room, Wes literally stared out into space, his mind aglow with whirling transient nodes of thought.