Posted by Fleet Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in CIO Arrival

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in CIO Arrival

Posted by Fleet Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in CIO Arrival
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The Transport vessel Delphic dropped out of Warp of the Starboard bow of the USS Atlantis. Seated in a passenger seat looking at the approaching Mythology class ship was an unusually large human. Even when sitting down he was too wide and thick. Peter Sigmundsson had requested a larger seat and even with that it barely fit his bulky frame, he preferred the open seats Starfleet provided to Civilian seats with armrests, creature comforts didn’t matter when you were the size of a particularly well-fed Klingon. He looked at his new home, she was larger than his former home, The Viking had finally been decommissioned. The last great ghost ship still on active duty was no more, he wondered if there had been some internal political change that finally got the brass to give the Viking the farewell it should have had nearly a decade ago. He remembered touring the original Mythology class over a decade ago, this was the first time he’d get a look at a fully manned one, the goliath that it was.

45 decks and all of them had working lights and were filled, it would be quite something to get used to, gone were the days where he could commandeer an entire deck for his duties, no more improvising a secure communications array out of equipment left over from the Dominion War and waiting a month to get antiquated equipment for a ship running at barely half capacity, no more investigating disappearing crew every few weeks, and biggest of all, no taunting crazed AI hiding in the computer core waiting for a chance to traumatize anyone not prepared. He shook his head and stood up, grabbing the duffel bag in the overhead compartment and left the passenger compartment.

Moments later he was standing in the back of a full shuttle traveling to the Atlantis with replacement crew and their belongings. He’d been a part of the group that had asked to be shipped over and not transported, it would take some time for him to get used to the idea of functioning transporters that could be used outside of emergencies.

When the shuttle finally landed in Shuttle bay 1 and Peter put his bag on his shoulder and left the craft and entered his new home for the foreseeable future.

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Captain Niles Primrose stood by the large window at the hatch watching the new crew and civilians disembark. The arrival of the Lt. Commander was unexpected and no one liked the unexpected. Admiral Perkins had been selective at times with his information which was understandable but frustrating. Perkins claimed it was to protect Niles in case the mission went south. Separate cells allowed for people to really have no knowledge of everything that went on during a mission. This was a benefit and a hindrance at times. This was one of those times. If the intelligence chief leaned more towards crew loyalty, he was just going to be added to the list of those cavorting around Kelly that needed to be taken down. If not, his knowledge and experience would be a boon to the mission that brought Primrose specifically here. The man wore casual clothes instead of his uniform so that the man would not be spooked by his rank. Who wouldn’t be spooked by Niles’s demeanor or his reputation?

Seeing Sigmundsson in the crowd, Niles moved among them. In his mind, Niles always fancied himself a spy. Weaving among the people, Niles felt like his actions would be completely unnoticed and easily forgotten. The issue was Niles, as bland as he was tended to be someone few forgot. He did not have the height or build of most officers. His five foot six inches and two hundred and fifty-pound physical reminded most of some chubby, round awkward teenager. Nothing about the man was remarkable except his personality which for most instantly was irritating. Primrose lived in his own fantasy believing that he inspired fear, awe, and loyalty among the masses. He believed he was the best in all professions however in practice, most people found him to be a blathering idiot that had ascended the ranks stealing the credit of others and buying with favors or underhanded dealings. “Mr. Sigmundsson,” Primrose’s voice boomed out through the crowd. In his mind, Niles fully expected for the Lt. Commander to stop, search the crowd, and snap to attention in awe of his very presence.

Niles Primrose.

Peter had been contented to ignore the small man waddling around the crowd, blatantly staring at him across the room, even if he’d gone as far as following him around. He’d been travelling for a long time and wasn’t in the best of moods. When he screeched across the hall he stopped, sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his right hand closing his eyes. He then slowly turned his head towards the man and opened them staring directly at him, his expression wooden. He turned on his heel and in only a few strides of his long legs he arrived, stopping barely a meter in front of the man. He looked directly down, he had over a foot on the man and was definitely heavier, only his weight wasn’t lard “Can I help you son?” He asked putting no small amount of annoyance into his voice.

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“Son,” the man squawked and straightened his shoulders clearly trying to create an imposing posture. This only served to make his potbelly more pronounced and make the man look off-balanced. It was a stark and almost comical pairing against the six-foot eight-inch, two hundred and sixty-pound frame worn by the stranger Niles was taking on. A puffing sound escaped the man’s lips as if he had been running too long and was out of breath. “I will give you the latitude of feigning you do not know me because of the civilian attire but do not mistake that I know you, you know, who I am?” Raising his head as he talked, by the end of his confusing pronoun speech, Niles’ face was now at an almost ninety degree angle to meet Peter’s gaze.

Peter raised an eyebrow at the mans convoluted way of speaking but didn’t give an affirmative on knowing who Primrose was, He’d of course been warned about the weasily mans antics on behalf of Admiral Perkins, it was an open secret that the Admiral for some reason despised the Atlantis and her crew and Peter had been working to discover why that was.

The random people milling about the hatchway that were seasoned crew moved off to the side. They were definitely positioning themselves to see the fall out of what was coming. It had been a long a week since the arrival of the aliens that had attacked the captain fracturing her skill. As if this wasn’t bad enough, Captain Primrose slithered in, locking most of the senior staff up in closed-door meetings, so he could take over command of a crew that wanted nothing to do with him. There was a rumor that the new chief of intelligence would be arriving today. If the man Primrose was speaking to was the new chief, he probably had a lot of information about the idiot.

“You can salute me though,” Primrose nodded and waited. While there was no rule or purpose in this, Niles liked how it felt knowing people had to acknowledge him in the archaic manner. It made him feel powerful and put the other person in a place where they often were unbalanced or nervous.

Niles Primrose

Peter sighed, grabbed his bag, and dropped it on the ground with a loud thump, whatever was in it was heavy and some of it was metallic. He then slowly crossed two treetrunk arms across a wide chest and leaned down “I am capable of that, you are perfectly correct Niles” It was often said by those that worked under Peter that the most frightening thing about him was not his massive size or domineering presence, it was when he forced a smile. He did so now, a predatory smile… Well, less a smile and more a display of teeth. “But I don’t think that’s necessary, we have so many mutual friends” He leaned in closer and in a hushed voice whispered “Mistress Justinia on Orion Prime, or perhaps Starbase Freedom’s Proprietor Narg the Ferengi Master of pleasure” He put a large hand on the man’s shoulder and squeezed gently “I’m sad I missed your trip to visit Narg last august or all twelve meetings with Justinia for January, March, and April”

Peter leaned back and his smile faded. He’d noted the crew standing around to watch the confrontation so he’d been certain that he couldn’t be overheard whispering Primrose’s “I hope you’ll remember to send my regards to the missus” He leaned down and grabbed his bag again then stood up fully and looked down “Anything else?” He asked.

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