Posted by Commander D’Vash Odinson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Intelligence office…When the past doesn’t match the present…or the future on USS Atlantis (tag Chief Intelligence Officer)

Posted by Fleet Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Intelligence office…When the past doesn’t match the present…or the future on USS Atlantis (tag Chief Intelligence Officer)
The Intelligence Offices of the Atlantis had a very austere feel. It felt nondescript but that was how all good intelligence operatives worked. They could stand in the middle of a three-ring circus and you would still not even notice the person was there. The office was a large room with a center table with four doors lining the back wall. One was clearly marked as the CIO’s office. The second office was for the intelligence division’s 2IC. The third door held several work areas for those on a shift in the department. The fourth door had its own security panel that opened into the brains of the room. While the command staff and chief of security theoretically had the access codes, like with all things cloak and dagger, the intelligence chief had the ability to lock the room and override anyone getting into it. This was not a tidbit most CIO’s shared with their cappy or XO. It just tended to ruffle egos but it was there and for use at one’s discretionary will.

The call coming in from Starfleet intelligence was not flashing in the CIO’s office but in this room on a small console that seemed insignificant. That was until the console was activated. Then like all brain’s it activated far more in the room than anyone noticed. The red button blinked in a monotonous tone waiting for it to be activated.

OOC: Thanks for the description!!

OCC: You can change or keep whatever you want. I just figure since you are chief of intelligence you might have some Bond-like toys or rooms. I mean a spy has to get a secret communique somehow right? I am also completely leaving it up to you about how Odinson reacts to this. I am fine with siding with the crew, siding with intelligence, doubt agent as in screw over Starfleet intelligence lol. I have always loved your writing. I am excited to see what you do ~ Kate

===========================================
Starfleet Intelligence Listening Outpost Theta Sierra
===========================================
The man waiting at the console felt tense. It was the standard operating procedure to use assets in every mission. When you were using one of your own as the asset it left a bad taste in most people’s mouths. Lt. Commander Harry Parks had no loyalty to anyone but those in the Intelligence Department. Too often people rose to power and then had the ladder they climbed knocked out from under them. Why someone had not blown up the ladder under Admiral Perkins still astounded him. If this was just to help Perkin’s career, Parks would have taken longer to place the call but this was far greater than a self-absorbed bureaucrat/officer that thought every word or order that left his lips was important.

He hoped D’Vash would understand and play ball the way Intelligence needed him to. The problem with men placed in the CIO position meant they were wild cards. At times they felt a loyalty to the crew they worked with over loyalty to the intelligence division. He had heard of D’Vash…who hadn’t. The man was almost a legend in the intelligence community but with no proof, he was ever in a mission or participated in one, his persona made him larger than life in the hallowed halls of Intelligence HQ. All anyone knew was when he was assigned a mission it was completed; however, with men like D’Vash it was not always completed the ways his superiors might have wanted. Staring at the controls, he waited for the man on the other line to activate the call.

Starfleet Intelligence

D’vash stepped into the office of suites after having left the bridge and nodded to the intel officer manning the desk. “Commander, I’ve transferred the priority message from SI to the control room, waiting for your access, sir.”

The CIO replied with a simple “Thank you,” and proceeded to punch his personal security code into the panel. The doors slid open to reveal the blinking light on the console.

“Computer, manual override of door lock. Odinson Omega-theta-zeta 1-3-1-3.”

The door hissed as the computer confirmed. “Manual override established, Cmdr. Odinson.” D’vash was now locked in the room. No one could gain access unless the ship was literally torn apart around him. He flipped the switch to answer the call. . .

=^=Odinson here. This had better be important. We’re kind of in the middle of thing out here.=^=

Odinson (CIO)

The man on the other line dispensed with the pleasantries. Whatever was going down appeared to already be happening. Chit-chatting about the Galactic Series scores or which team looked like it was headed to the Galactic Bowl seemed pointless and would only raise Odinson’s suspicions that he was being worked as an asset. The plain truth was Odinson was an intelligence operative and Intelligence had a job for him.

Crossing his hands on the table before him, he began immediately with the assignment. “Three hours ago we the craft appeared at the coordinates where the Atlantis was sent per official communique by Starfleet HQ. We understand the Altantis beamed them over. Upon their arrival, there was an incident but that is not our concern,” the man on the other line said in a neutral tone. They only knew what little the Atlantis did about the arrival of the ship and only because they had all eyes and ears on that section of space. If they had not been looking, like the rest of the universe, the arrival of the four individuals would have been missed. As to the events on the Altantis, the only intell they had ascertained had been the chatter on the Atlantis’ internal comms that there was a security incident upon arrival. They had no idea what had happened but they could speculate. Hopefully, Odinson would be a good soldier and fill in the blanks with positive eyes and ears on the ground to turn the speculation into facts. The key to good intelligence however was always making the other party think you held a royal flush when you only had a pair of two’s in your hand.

“You are to assist the assets,” the man chose his words carefully as he began to lay out the mission parameters. “Right now Starfleet Intelligence does not want to term them, friend or enemy. We are interested in obtaining what they are terming the package. Once the package is identified you are to remove it from the Atlantis and rendezvous on here on Outpost Theta Sigma. It is preferred for you to bring all four assets with the package but it will be acceptable for you to bring one asset for further interrogation. While it is unfortunate that your captain was injured, it has opened up an exit strategy. We were able to falsify a shore leave request granting you permission to leave the Atlantis. It is vital that the assets turn over the package to the Atlantis crew and that you obtain this for the safety and security of the Federation.
Do you have any further questions?”

Starfleet intelligence operative