On The Federation's Secret Service

[Brian Graham 0]

Security Officer's Classified Duty Log

Lt. Commander Brian Graham recording

USS Morningstar (Special Assignment, Starfleet Intelligence, Internal Affiars, and Starfleet Security)

Stardate 200511.21 to Stardate 200511.26

 

Brian Graham walked out of the Security Office of Camelot Station. He’d lately been checking up on a few things with station security and was just finishing up his shift. Glad for a few hours, Brian entered a turbolift and headed for his quarters. As the lift doors opened onto his deck, he headed out along the corridor, balancing his attention between walking and reading a PADD. Rounding a corner, he almost collided with, Brian quick checked the pips…a full Commander!

 

“Oh, um excuse me, sir. I’m terribly sorry about that.”

 

Brian quick tried to move around him to get back on his way, hoping the superior officer would let it slide.

 

“One moment…,” came the reply.

 

Brian stopped walking and tensed a moment, dreading the lecture that was sure to follow. He turned around and went to attention instinctively, waiting for the blitz to begin.

 

“Name, rank, and position.”

 

“Graham, Brian. Lieutenant Commander, Chief of Security, USS Morningstar, NCC…”

 

The Commander held up a hand, “That will do, Lieutenant Commander. Actually, you’re the one I’m looking for.”

 

Brian was surprised and mentally got ready to defend himself, because he didn’t know who this guy was. Anyone could make a Starfleet uniform. “Me? I wasn’t aware anyone wanted to have a meeting with me.”

 

“Well, I haven’t made an official appointment. Can we meet somewhere a little less public.”

 

Now Brian was really concerned and it seemed this guy knew it.

 

“Don’t worry, I’ll explain everything when we get out of this corridor.”

 

“Alright,” Brian said, “my quarters are just up here,” and he gestured in that direction.

 

“Good, let’s go.” The Commander replied, heading in the direction Brian pointed. That kind of caught Brian off-guard, him willingly moving ahead. Brian thought he might have made him go first. Regardless, Brian followed after. “It’s three doors ahead on the left.”

 

The guy nodded and kept walking, not saying anything, probably enjoying making Brian worry so much. Brian felt himself hating this guy. Stopping at the door, the Commander waited for Brian to open it. Once he did, the guy headed right in. Once Brian had entered as well and the door had shut, the guy spun around. Anticipating attack, Brian got ready to chuck the PADD like a discus at the guy’s chops. But instead of a weapon, the Commander had an empty hand extended, ready to be shook, catching Brian off guard, again.

 

“I’m sorry for all the secrecy stuff, but this is not something to be discussed in public. I’m Commander Eric Jerowich, Starfleet Internal Affairs.”

 

Brian shook his hand sort of absentmindedly, trying to formulate what this was all about. “I’m sorry Commander, but you seem to be holding all the cards. What’s Internal Affairs want me for?”

 

“Well, it’s not you they want, but they could use your help, if you are prepared to offer it.”

 

Brian needed more information, but first he realized he was being a terrible host. “Please, have a seat Commander. What is going on?”

 

“Actually, I’ll need that monitor over there, but you can sit down.” He walked over to the wall mounted display and started tapping some keys. Brian took a seat, eager to see what this was all about. Moments later, the symbol of Starfleet Internal Affairs appeared on the display, and text began to be decrypted.

 

“First, let me make it clear that none of this can be discussed outside this room to anyone without Level 6 Security Clearance or above.”

 

“Understood”, Brian said. That went without saying but Brian knew it was necessary.

 

“Good, then we can get started. Two days ago, Starfleet Intelligence received information from one of their freelance informants about the presence of this man,” the Commander said, bringing up a photo of a rough looking individual. Brian could see right away the species this guy was: Andorian. “His name is Garan, and he has quite a record in the Federation database,” hitting another key, a list of charges scrolled into view. “Right now, he is wanted for attempted murder, assault, possession of contraband, weapon smuggling, thievery, hijacking…and 3 counts of first- degree murder.”

 

“Three counts?!” Brian almost jumped out of his chair. “And we are just tailing this guy now?”

 

“It’s more complicated than that. So far, these charges have mostly been consolidated into Starfleet Security. However, two days ago Starfleet lost contact with a Starfleet Intelligence officer in the Kobliad system. Later investigation found the officer, dead, and most of his information gone. Now, he can’t decrypt it, but Starfleet doesn’t want this information floating around either since nothing is unbreakable, given enough time or the right resources. We’re sure he doesn’t have those kinds of resources, but someone who does might want to buy it. That means he’s now wanted by Starfleet Security, Internal Affairs, and Starfleet Intelligence. Quite the following, don’t you think?”

 

“Yes it would appear so,” Brian agreed. “But, with all due respect, I don’t understand where I fall into this.”

 

“Of course, well, it’s quite simple really. One, your Andorian. Therefore, he may not be as on edge if you show up, as opposed to say, a Human or a Vulcan. Usually, when people think of these species, they connect them with the Federation. Besides, where this fella hangs out, Vulcans don’t go. Second, your being assigned to the Gamma Quadrant for some time has detached you from the operations of most Starfleet organizations within the Alpha Quadrant, so you’d be less likely to be recognized by anyone. Using one of our normal operatives, we run the risk or being found out. Third, your background training and experience in Security makes you suited for this type of mission. And finally…”

 

Brian didn’t understand why Commander Jerowich had suddenly trailed off. “Finally what?”

 

The Commander looked at Brian for a second, and then tapped the panel again, bringing up a Starfleet biography record, displaying a bearded Human male in his late thirties. “Do you know who this is?”

 

Brian squinted at the figure for a minute. “Well, not really to tell you the truth.”

 

“Here, how about now.” The screen split, the existing image moving to the left half and a new image appearing on the right side, the same figure but without the beard and about ten years younger.

 

Brian recognized the man immediately. “Oh, I know him. That’s Phil. I knew him at the Academy. Why is he involved…oh no, he’s not in cahoots with the rogue is he?!” Brian couldn’t believe that Phillip would do that. Sure, it had been a long time since they had talked. They had met in the Academy, Brian’s third year. He was one of the five people Brian had actually hung around with during those years. They’d stayed in contact for about seven months after graduation, but then their different postings made communication farther and farther apart. To tell the truth, Brian had lost track of those five over the years for the most part.

 

Jerowich shook his head. “No, that’s not an issue. Are you familiar with this man’s service record?”

 

“Not really. I knew him at the Academy. I got posted to Excalibur, he got posted to the Persepolis, Galaxy-class. Last time we talked they were heading out on a one year mapping mission. I lost track of him after that, I guess he lost track of me too.”

 

“Let me fill you in on the rest of the details. Persepolis returned one year later from it’s mapping mission. Then Lt. Enriquez was transferred to Starbase 338 near Izar. There he made some reports involving the Breen, good ones. That got him noticed by Starfleet Intelligence, who recruited him. He accepted, got promoted to Lieutenant Commander and was mostly being sent between starbases near Breen and Cardassian territory.”

 

Some of it started coming together in Brian’s head, mostly by mental starcharts. “Kobliad is along that area.”

 

“You’re right, very good. In fact, he was very near Kobliad. I’m sure you can come up with the rest.”

 

It wasn’t too difficult now. “Yes, I can. Phil was the courier of intelligence reports of some kind, whatever they were, ran into this Garan who killed Phil and took the information.”

 

“That’s basically it. So, we were hoping you would bring this guy in.”

 

“Because I have a connection with Enriquez and revenge would assure I completed the mission.”

 

Jerowich’s expression didn’t change. “That’s right.”

 

“Fine, when do I leave?”