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Time to look for the author...*** "Call To the Admiral's Office" |
"Call To the Admiral's Office"
by Commodore Lukas Fyrstk
Sixteen months had come and gone since the school shuttle's journey through the wormhole. The teacher had recovered fully and was back teaching her classes within weeks of thie indicent. They even planned and successfully implemented a tour of the wormholes in August of 2390. Lukas had ordered Dr. Ane and the station's counselor to monitor the children and to be on the alert for signs of additional trauma from the experience. Fortunately, all of the children had easily bounced back from the experience. A couple had nightmares, but that was the most serious extent of lasting effects.
December 2390, brought the usual station business. It also brought in the Terran holiday of Christmas. Many of the station's inhabitants celebrated this holiday in one way or another, so many areas of the station were decorated. It also brought with it orders from Starfleet Command to bring the Sovereign-class ships, Pathfinder, to Utopia Planitia ship yards for upgrades to the engine system which included the installation of a slip-stream generatoin system. Lukas opted to oversee the ship's transport back to the Sol system. That way he could also spend the Christmas Holiday with his parents, who had a farm in Georgia, in the area known as the United States of America. The children were thrilled when they received the news.
The actual trip, to Earth took five days. As the Pathfinder entered Sector 001, the tactical officer called out, "Commodore. There is a message coming in from Starfleet Command."
"Put it on screen, Lt.," Lukas ordered. A moment later the warping starfield was replaced by the image of Starfleet's commander-in-chief, Admiral Leonard James Akaar.
"Welcome home, Lukas," the Capellan opened with.
"Thank you, Admiral," Lukas acknowledged. "Should Ah be frahghtened or honored that Starfleet's top officer himself is welcoming me back?"
Akaar actually chuckled. "Well that depends on how you react to what I have to say to you.... in my office."
"Your office, eh? That never sounds good."
"Mmm," was Akkar's only reply. "I want you to stop here before you dock the ship at Utopia."
"Very well, Admiral," Lukas replied. "We'll be there in the hour."
"I'll be waiting. Starfleet out."
Lukas beamed directly into Akkar's office, in San Francisco. It was almost 17:00 hours. The receptionist looked up the moment he solidified.
"Good evening, Commodore. You gan go right in, they're expecting you."
Lukas nodded to the yeoman and walked to the admiral's office. As he entered, he noted that Admiral Dan Landers, his uncle, was also present. Akaar had been standing by the large window that made up his back wall, and had a spectacular view of the Golden Gate Bridge.
"Commodore Fyrstk reporting as ordered, Admiral," Lukas announced, with a quick glance to Landers. Landers gave him a slight nod.
"Ah, Lukas," Akaar said, turning around. "Thank you from coming straight here."
"Ah don't believe Ah had a choice, Sir," Lukas said.
"No," Akaar agreed with a chuckle. "I guess you didn't. I needed you to come here before Utopia because I would be leaving for my holiday, and wanted to get this matter taken care of before I left."
"What matter mahght that be, Admiral," Lukas asked, still standing in front of Akaar's desk.
"I've been consulting with Dan here," Akaar started with a quick indication of his hand to the other admiral, "and he hasn't been a tremendous help, but I have made a decision and I hope you won't give me a hard time about it."
Lukas glanced between the two admirals. Akaar was giving away nothing with is voice and Landers was sitting there completely stone-faced. He raised a brow. "Ah'll trah mah best not to spoil your plans, Admiral, but Ah'm not making promises."
"I figured that would be your response, Lukas, but I'm going ahead with this anyway." The admiral pointed to a box sitting at the edge of his desk. "Whould you please open that up?"
Lukas reached forward and picked up the box. It was a simple box, about three inches square with gold-colored foil on the lid. Pulling the box open, Lukas saw a rear admiral's rank marking inside. He looked up to Akaar.
"That's right," Akaar confirmed. "We're promoting you."
Lukas glanced to Admiral Landers. The man spread his hands apart and said, "Don't look at me, Lukas. It wasn't my idea."
"But he didn't object either," Akaar commented. "What say you. Lukas? Do you accept?"
"Is there a catch?"
Both Akaar and Landers laughed. "You got me, Lukas. I want you to oversee all future excursions into the Beta Quadrant. All reports would have to cross your desk out at Pasteur. So, again... What say you?"
"Do ah have a choice?" Lukas joked.
"Not really," Akaar answered. HIs voice was even, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"In that case. Ah accept."
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