Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Intelligence Office - Department Briefing

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Faye Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Intelligence Office - Department Briefing

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Intelligence Office - Department Briefing
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Dawson wasn’t technically starfleet anymore, but his role on the ship was that of an intelligence officer, without the rank and title obviously. He had done command before. Leading wasn’t difficult for him. But it was nice to let someone else have the reigns every now and then.

He also had not lost his contacts throughout this area of the galaxy. So when news came of a certain ship gone rogue, he felt it time to get certain introductions underway. Obviously a briefing was coming up, but he would make sure to inquire about this…other thing.

Dawson strolled up nonchalantly and pressed the door chime to the intelligence office.

-Dawson, Intel

In her modest office, Faye was sitting at her desk with a spread of two desk monitors and two interfaces, plus to wall displays. It was not so unlike how Stark had had it, but she had definitely upgraded and added to the previous set-up. For most people, it was overkill, but for Faye and her kind of work, it was easily manageable.

There was a token chair behind her against the wall.

At the sound of the chime, she pressed a few keys, blanking out her screens in a custom program. “Enter,” she said, swivelling to face her visitor. She presented her usual tidy figure in her impeccable uniform, and her dark brown hair was back in a french braid.

~Faye Calloway, CIO

Dawson stepped in wearing all black, his muscular frame likely a strange sight to be seen on an El Aurian. His short hair was neatly kept and he seemed to be sporting the beginnings of unshaved facial hair. “Lt. Commander Faye Calloway? Or is it Faye Hammor now?” he spoke aloud. No longer starfleet, Dawson didn’t feel the pressure of the hierarchy of rank, and the informal was more comfortable him. “I’m Dawson, you’re not-so-starfleet-secret-intelligence-operative.”

He gave her a small smile as he stood at ease in front of her desk.

-Dawson, Intel

She leaned back in her chair as she digested his appearance, stance, all the myriad of things she was capable of picking up, save for some of the most crucial. “You were at the debriefing, so how I introduced myself is correct. I am retaining my family surname. Faye Hammor just doesn’t have the same ring to it.” She gestured to the spare chair. “Pull over a chair and tell me what I need to know.”

~Faye Calloway, CIO

Bump

Dawson grabbed a chair with one strong arm and promptly set it before the desk as he sat in it. “Well, for starters I’ve discovered that apparently Captain Orvos Legen has a fake marriage with Marishka. I don’t have all the details, but its clear that it was to protect her on a remote outpost. There was suspicion that she was being watched. Targeted by a group of klingons out to have a debt paid I believe. I was there to witness the encounter. I decided to do some…research…on Marishka. Former intelligence I believe. They kept the encounter on the down low, but wanted to be careful in case there were any moles aboard the ship. Given both of their backgrounds, I decided to not bring it up. But I thought it may be wise for you to be aware of it.” He paused, taking in her reaction to the strange news, before moving on.

-Dawson, intel

“Cool,” she said, lifting a stylus from the desk and flipping it between her fingers. “Haven’t dealt with a fake marriage before, well… not a legit fake marriage, of course. And I know a little of Marishka’s skills though we haven’t had a chance to have the in-depth chat I was hoping for. I suppose I will make it another priority.”

Dawson smirked. “You could probably just invite her here now. I’m sure she’s…comfortable…around me. We’ve gotten along fairly well since I boarded this ship.” He made absolutely no mention of the rather intense encounter he had with her in the arboretum. He was certain to keep that secret…mostly.

She nodded. “I might just do that.”

Faye studied him for a moment, still twirling the stylus. “What does secret Intelligence operative actually mean in reality. Is that tongue-in-cheek, reality, some strange mix of the two? Because I’ll warn you I can’t always tell when people are joking and am more likely to take what you say at face value.”

~Faye Calloway, CIO

“Ah, yes! It’s a bit of both I suppose. I’m officially retired from starfleet. I’ve been known to offer my services to train people in self-defense and intelligence gathering in the civilian world. But, starfleet needed me once more on an unofficial capacity. I report to you, and that’s absolutely fine. But I’m listed as a civilian guest aboard the ship. I still offer my services for training. But the majority of the crew is unaware of my nature as an intelligence source for you.”

-Dawson

Faye nodded again. “That can be complicated but also useful. What about in a crisis? Do I call you? Pretend you’re just some random person on the ship? In what ways can I count on you Mr. Dawson?” She wasn’t interested in playing games with people, and certainly not those who were supposed to be on her team.

Dawson nodded understanding. “Yes you can call upon me as you see fit. I’m trained in many forms of combat and can train anyone who wishes to learn something. I’ve spent years studying battle strategy. And I’ve spent even more time learning how to better know the enemy, whoever that may be at the time. In a crisis, you can absolutely call upon me to assist in whatever way you need. Ultimately, I’m at your disposal. You won’t get much grief from me.”

As she was talking, Faye typed out a message to Marishka, requesting her presence in the Intelligence Office. She did this, rather than call her over the comm since discretion was rather the point here.

~Faye Calloway, CIO

Marishka had just changed clothes from a heavy workout and shower when she got the text. It wasn’t something she had expected, but why not? I’m meeting with an intelligence officer, what an interesting day this was going to be. A few minutes later she was ringing the chime.

• Marishka

Faye tapped a couple keys on her desk to unlock the door. “Come on in,” she said, swivelling to face the door.

She smiled. “Welcome to my lair, Marishka. ” She gestured to Dawson. “Apparently you two we well acquainted and your name come up for a couple different reason. Since you and I keep struggling to have a private conversation, and Dawson here is allowed to be privy to it, I figured we might as well have a pow wow, if you don’t mind?” Faye looked around and realized she only had the two chairs, so sat up and slid hers towards the moonlighting lounge host and simply slipped up into a clear area of her desk, her legs crossed at the knee.

~Faye Calloway, CIO

Marishka walked into the room with the typical confidence she displayed when going into a new situation. To her in any line of work she chose at this moment, every situation seemed to be a social situation. This time, she hadn’t brought a gift though. She exhibited only mild surprise that Dawson was there with one slightly raised eyebrow. She took the chair Faye had offered and slid in comfortably.

“Yes, acquainted would seem to be a general way to describe how Dawson and I know each other. I suppose my name would be brought up in conversations you two might have. So, let’s chat.”

• Marishka

Dawson eyed Marishka for a lingering moment as she took a seat. He then turned to Faye to lead the conversation.

-Dawson