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=/\= No, Captain. We’d be better with less people like them. =/\= and he nodded once to her and the comm went silent.

Dreen

He wasn’t wrong but she also knew that there was a level of persistence there that not everyone had. Not everyone was able to keep trying even when it risked his own career. He was looking out for people and Dasca admired him for that.

There were a couple other things she needed to do still though, so while she had time she figured she might as well. First was to look up Lieutenant Commander Jackson Hyde’s record and his recent activity. She expected it to be polished over, but she could also read between the lines. Sometimes it was about what people didn’t say as it was about what they did say. She was looking for the timing of his orders with anything else that might be notable. What had happened between Vargas’s initial AWOL and the issuing of the warrant. That was a long time. It should have been fairly soon after. Why wasn’t it? She already had a pretty good idea, but his was an important piece of this puzzle.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

Hyde’s record was unremarkable and wholly unimpressive… save for the selection of duty stations he has been placed in. Postings personnel strive for years to get selected for were all over his record. Amazing, considering he had nothing in the way of exemplary or even above average service.

The Vargas issue took some piecing together, and it wasn’t until she cross referenced the file from Dreen that something stood out: As the newly assigned Executive Officer and Chief Engineer of a vessel designated for extended tours of duty, both Hdla-C’thol and C’thol were currently subject to a full record review. Any anomoly… such as a deserter that hadn’t been apprehended and whose complaints (buried or not) were still outstanding… would cast a negative light on the candidate.

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They were married. Of course they were. It matched her gut instinct when she had first delved into this mess that the two were romantically involved. It made sense that they would cover each other’s backs, but what she still couldn’t pinpoint and these files couldn’t tell her was why*. Not events now. That made perfect sense, but back then with Vargas. Why did Hd’la act so terrible to the man? Had he done something to piss her off?

Time for the next point on her list: the records of Hd’la. Anything that could help her understand their actions and frame of mind could make a big difference here. She wasn’t just looking at this from a position of authority, but the psychologist in her wanted to gather a solid profile of each person involved.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

The file of the newly appointed Chief Engineer was almost the same as the others: unexceptional, bland, and barely of a caliber to warrant such a position. What was noteworthy was her technical scores. For a Chief Engineer, they should be in the top ten percent at a minimum. Hers were barely in the top twenty-five. But she was still promoted, given more and more responsibility, and moved up the chain. Reviewing her assignments was the same as the others. Prominent duty stations with no real reason for the selection… except that each of them were accompanied by a written recommendation or even a direct order from one Admiral Durellian Q’inn. A quick look at the Admiral revealed he had a step-daughter… Commander Hd’la. His only living child with the death of his own daughter from his first marriage some twenty years prior.

There were also a steady stream of warnings and write-ups (informal, of course) about her tendency to force others to do her work. And if they didn’t, or did a poor job, she would use her position to make their lives far more difficult than they should be. In fact, there was a psychological note in one of the files that said she had a malicious tendency to those she saw as weak. But that note was redacted form her personnel record. It was only found in her medical file, and only if one was looking hard enough.

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She of course, dug as deep as her clearance would let her. And so she read…

Well, shit. Dasca wasn’t surprised in the least. She knew it had to be something like this, with someone much higher up pulling strings. It had bene a few years since she’d yelled at an Admiral, and while she wasn’t anticipating going that far with this, she wasn’t going to rule it out. Nepotism like this was how people got killed and it rankled her on every level.

Okay, she had plenty to work with now, but here came the one she was least looking forward to and might not reveal as much given they had retired and Starfleet records might only go so far: Captain Bertrand Russel. At least he was in San Fran and she knew lots of people there. If she had to do some discreet inquiries, she had the means. Pulling up his files, Dasca braced herself, fearing the worst after all this terribleness.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

It wasn’t so bad, actually. Russel was a decent enough officer and an average Captain. His ships- he had commanded four in his career- were all seen as compliant and efficient, if not stellar examples. He had seen combat and availed himself well enough. His fitness reports were solid and there were a few decorations and medals. All-in-all… decent. It wasn’t until the last few entries in his file came up that anything really jumped out. A few butt-chewings about missing some minor reports. A formal write up for being late to pick up dignitaries for a diplomatic meeting. Nothing major. But from an experienced Command officer perspective, it was pretty clear (and pretty common) what had happened. He was approaching retirement. He was getting older. And he had no wife or kids or anyone to go home to. So he was simply, as the old human term went, ‘phoning it in’ for his last year of service. He didn’t do anything to jeopardize his ship, oh no. But he steered clear of ‘drama’. The kind of drama that occurred on every vessel… in every fleet… of every species in the Federation. He was tired and just waiting to go off and enjoy his retirement.

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