Posted by Lieutenant Commander William B. Grey (Chief Science Officer / 2nd Officer) in Main SIM: Captain’s Yacht. Tag Everyone

Posted by Captain Chris Taggart (Captain) in Main SIM: Captain’s Yacht. Tag Everyone

Posted by Ensign Kastarak (Doctor / Counsellor) in Main SIM: Captain’s Yacht. Tag Everyone
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(Snip!)

“Good! Now here’s the elephant in the room. Who is with me?”

Chris

After being in contact with their team on a secure channel, Umbri spoke up. “You have the full support of Security, Captain. The rest of my team is on their way,” they said.

Lieutenant (j.g.) Umbri Zayne, Weapons Officer

Kastarak hadn’t even thought he had a choice, he had assumed it was an order. Was it an order? Was the captain’s question rhetorical? He decided it was.

“Excellent !” Chris said.

“I will make the necessary preparations with Mr Symar relating to whatever orders you give him and me”, he said.

– Ensign Kastarak (doctor / counsellor)

“No. Kastarak. You have a choice. I’m not ordering anyone. This is strictly voluntary. If you don’t want to come, then that’s fine. You’ll stay here, have a vacation and when and if we get back, you’ll be welcomed on the Chernov. Again. It’s your choice.”

Chris

William finally finished his cup of tea with a sigh “I will be coming as well, It’s highly probable that the Captain will somehow get himself severely injured and lose consciousness… Again” If that was a joke it was a very dry one “I’d like to make sure you don’t finally get yourself killed, or lose more limbs” Now that was more clearly a joke.

CSO, 2O

T’Aria listened as the officers seated around the table, those she considered family, acquiesced to Taggart’s request. Though her instinct was to decline and dissociate herself from the recklessness of a bedraggled Admiral, she knew she could not. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few… Vulcan philosophy, tainted with Prisu’s Northern lilt, forced her to consider another perspective. Her crewmates comprised the ‘many’ and each consenting gesture endangered another of their lives until the only way to protect the ‘needs’ (lives) of the ‘many’ was to accept the mission. They had to risk their lives to save them… and the victim.

Shivers chased up her spine and froze her in place, urging her to reconsider the logic.

Accepting the mission meant endangering ten lives. Declining meant endangering millions. T’Aria realised the threat their mission’s failure had on Starfleet and the United Federation of Planets. Admirals had some of the highest clearance in the UFP, surpassing most civilians in security. Like most civilians, they could assume the victim had limited knowledge of sensitive information. But that was risky. If she possessed ample knowledge – or just enough to give the Klingons an advantage over Starfleet and civilian security – then her security was also the security of the UFP. T’Aria knew it was an over-exaggeration that had little bearing in reality, but it was a risk, and even the lightest risks were worth considering. Besides, the Admiral had already demonstrated a degree of instability in the lengths he would go to protect his daughter from harm. If they were to avoid war with the Klingons, then someone (or someones) removed from the situation needed to handle her rescue.

And those ‘someones’ just happened to be the Chernov.

T’Aria glanced at every officer situated around the table before she turned to Taggart and quirked an eyebrow, “it seems you already have a voice of reason. I don’t suppose you could use a friend?”

— T’Aria, XO