Posted by Lieutenant Icarus Remington (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Meeting Adm. Roebuck
Starfleet Command, Earth.

Lt. jg. Remington stepped into the reception office of Adm. Roebuck with hand written file stuffed with papers under his arm.

This is it. There’s no going back after this. I’m either going to get the posting I want or the admiral will have me thrown in the brig, or worse yet, sent to the Wolverine. Rumor has it that troublemakers, people Command want to silence get sent to the Wolverine, and there’s two ways to get off the Wolverine-go AWOL or get killed. Neither of those two options were in his future plans.

He approached the reception desk in the outer office with a confident smile on his face.

The receptionist looked up and smiled. “Good morning, Lt. How can I help you?”

“I’m Lt. j.g Icarus Remington, here to see Adm. Roebuck,” he replied.

“I’m sorry, Lt. but I don’t see your name in his appointment book. I could schedule you in for. . . . next Thursday, at 1300 hours.”

“That won’t be necessary. I’m sure he’ll want to speak with me now. Just tell him it’s about the ARU.”

“Again, I’m sorry, Lt. but the admiral is very busy and–“

“ARU, ma’am. Please. He’ll see me.”

The receptionist finally gave in to his request, knowing full well she was going to get reprimanded by the admiral the next time he called her into his office. With a look of resignation, she dailed Roebuck’s office line. =^=I’m sorry to disturb you, sir, but there is a Lt. Remington here to see you. He said to mention the ARU. . . . yes, sir, A R U. . .yes, sir, right away.=^=

Turning back to Icarus, she said, “Adm. Roebuck will see-----“

But Icarus was already heading for the door. “Thanks, darlin’. I knew you could convince him to see me.”

He opened the door and strode confidently toward the desk on the other side of the room. “Admiral Roebuck, I’m Lt. jg. Remington, Starfleet Intelligence, and have I got an offer for you. . . “

Remington (future CIO)

The force of the door slamming shut at Remington’s back was sufficient to set some nearby papers airborne. Almost immediately, Admiral Roebuck was upon him, the usually handsome face contorted into a furious scowl.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Do the oaths and the allegiances that you took when joining Starfleet mean nothing to you at all? I’m going to presume that you using the ARU as a bargaining tool with which to gain an audience, suggests that you’re at least partially aware of its classified status? But you think nothing of yelling it out in public where any rookie crewman could hear it?”

His anger unleashed, the Admiral returned to his desk and lowered himself slowly into the large, comfortable chair behind it, his eyes never once straying from Remington’s form. Reaching for a clear decanter and two glasses, he poured a small measure of blue liquor into each and then, raising one to the other man, used it to gesture towards another, vacant, seat facing his own.

“We didn’t classify the ARU for the hell of it, Lieutenant,” he spat out the rank, almost as if challenging the other to live up to it. “We did it for reasons of universal security. So whatever it is you think you know, that is worth putting the entire Federation and all of its members at risk, then it better be damned good!”

• Admiral Roebuck