Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Meeting Adm. Roebuck

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?”

“I take my oath VERY seriously, Admiral. That’s why I needed to see. Let’s be honest, Admiral, you and I both know 99% of the people in this building would think ARU stood for. . . Antiquated Refrigeration Unit or something of the sort.”

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

“That’s the problem, sir, YOUR security concerning the ARU. Look, I’m just a lowly Intel officer, doing nothing but analyzing and decrypting messages. By now, I can do that in my sleep.. I know, I know, it’s important stuff, but, I believe I’m destined for something greater. . . .”

Taking a drink from the glass and sitting down, Icarus backtracked on his comments. “Let me start at the beginning, sir. About 6 months ago, I was filing some budgetary papers for Intel. Something didn’t look right. The numbers weren’t adding up, so when I took it to my supervisor he told not to worry about it, to just ‘let it go’. Like I said, I take my oath very seriously, so I continued to look into because something wasn’t geling My initial thought was that somewhere along the line someone was embezzling some funds, because funds from other Starfleet departments were being diverted somewhere else, but all these funds were going to the same place.”

He took the file of papers and set them down on the Admiral’s desk. It’s all there, sir, everything I found. The long and short of it is, there was one name that kept popping up in my investigation. Who do you think that was?? Yup, Admiral Roebuck. Those are all my notes. All hand-written, kept in a safe-place. Those are copies by the way.”

“Sir, I know all about the ARU, and the RTF, and the secret star base, and the different levels of anomalies, and. . . the USS Leviathan.”

“Admiral, I’m not threatening you, I’m not going public with this information, but I want to be on the Leviathan. Sir, I NEED to be on the Leviathan. I’ve studied what their mission is. I’ve gone over the senior staff, and if I might add, Zachariah Cobb as the CO? Really? Not who would’ve been my first choice, but hey, I’m not an admiral. But, I was made for this posting, sir, not only because of what I know and can do, but there’s something personal at stake for me. Please, see to it I get assigned to the Leviathan, sir.”

Remington (not CIO, yet)