Posted by Captain Jonathan McBride (CO, USS Centurion) in Starfleet Complex- Senior Staff Meeting

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Starfleet Complex- Senior Staff Meeting

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Tiberius Cattaneo (Chief of Star Fleet Security) in Starfleet Complex- Senior Staff Meeting

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Fayth shook her head, but reached across the table and handed McBride a PaDD. “Medical audit.” Sharah had been sitting on that for a day or so. It was also something she’d started working on the moment they had checked in on Oed. A good DH always did an audit. Maybe not to change things, but to get a feel for what was going on. She’d been there long enough to complete it, even with all the ‘excitement’ at the hospital.

Fayth, SFCMO

Mark fished a PaDD out of his pocket and tapped at the screen a few times, then swiped upward meaningfully. The files selected synched to the computer and Sharah’s Padd. “Science department audit.” Every posting he’d been to since becoming a department head, performing an audit was the first thing he did. It helped get the lay of the land, find out what was missing, what was needed, and to get to know who he was working with. Joining the Viking had been particularly annoying as half the lab equipment was missing, and the rest was destroyed or malfunctioning. He’d had to replace or personally repair so much of it. Even then, a year after and three crew rotations he still didn’t feel like it was quite up to par.

It wasn’t as bad here. But… It was still under-equipped.

Lt Cmdr Woods, SFCSO

McBride grinned. “Thank you both.”

Tiberius was looking around strangely with being new and all, he was not sure what was going on. He then asked, “Forgive me, but being new, I am a little confused on what happened however long ago to cause such animosity between the colony and Star-fleet? Being a colony of the federation, would they not want the help, support, and oversight of Star-fleet?” He was a little confused on why there was a rift when it was probably in everyone’s best interest to have a Star-fleet crew to help oversee the development of the Federation colony.

Ensign Cattaneo
SFCOS

Fayth looked over at Cattaneo. She had a bit more insight into the feelings of the colonist since her department was the most integrated at the moment. “Hardly. Oed is an independent colony. Star Fleet is an exploratory space fleet and occasionally military force when needed. This is not a penal colony or a hostile system we are keeping an eye on, this is not a starbase or outpost for only Fleet personnel and the occasional attached civilian. These are fellow citizens of the Federation. This is their home. Star Fleet is not the government, we don’t over see anything but ourselves. But that is what we have done, or what the residents of Oed feel Star Fleet has done. Come in and pushed their ways and their desires onto the colony. We don’t help, we order, we don’t support, we take over. They feel we have no regard for them as individuals or as a whole. I can’t speak on the specific events that have created that feeling, but the feelings are there none the less. They don’t trust us.”

“Example. I have two patients in a secure ward and under heavy guard. No one in or out unless approved. CCDA is handling that. THe patients are NOT Star Fleet. I get some admiral that flew out here from SF Medical Academy, attempts to walk right past the guards, tells them she’s an admiral and the patient is a friend and former Star Fleet and she’s here to ‘assist’ with his care. Let her through. Tells me she knows there is security measures in place, but after all, this person is her friend and she’s known him for ever and by the way she is an Admiral from the Academy, she will be helping and she would just bypass the approval process and have me let her in.” That whole situation made Fayth angry. “Her little display ruined weeks of cooperative work. And might I add if I was anyone else I might have caved for the Admiral rather than risk loosing my job. Luckily for my patients, they come first and not the brass.”

Fayth, SFCMO

Dasca offered something of a dangerous grin. “Don’t think for a second that that sort of thing is just going to slip on by here. And believe me, I hear all about it. I’m not afraid to have words with the Admirals if I need to. As to the situation that created that feeling Doctor Fayth mentioned, keep in mind that for a long time the Governor of the colony was a Starfleet officer. So what we are dealing with are drastically shifting expectations. What Starfleet’s role was before is not what it is now. On any given day there are twenty-five to thirty thousand officers and crew here. The people in this room are responsible for a lot of lives. But those people are in turn responsible to the people of the colony. ”

She blew out a breath. “My job here is a complicated one but one I am very clear about. I’m helping move forward in whatever direction best helps Oed achieve its goals. We can’t ask the people of Oed to forget some of the transgressions of the past or how they’ve felt let down by Starfleet, but we can decide today that collectively we’re going to do things a bit differently. The Governor and I are here to execute the vision of this colony that the people help us create, and I personally believe that that does still include Starfleet. I will use my extensive experience to help guide me here and Captain McBride and I will work to make sure you all have what you need to be successful. But we can’t do it alone. So here’s my agreement I want to make with all of you: starting today, each of you will approach your role here as one that is collaborative with the civilians. Look carefully at the opportunities available. Go request meetings with the civilians government members that you are supposed to be helping. Talk to them. Let them tell you where things need improvement, what their hopes are for the near and distant future. And then together the group of us here will readjust our own expectations and carve a new path. Cooperation, not conflict. That’s our goal.”

Tiberius thought for a second and then said, “The first place I believe I am going to start is the office of the CCDA and I would like to speak to the lead from that team. I want to understand where we can fit in and help out and show we are available to help them out if needed. I am then just going to get a feel of the land of the colony. See where the major amounts of people like to congregate and just a general understanding of everything and speak with any number of folks, both colony folks as well as members of Star-fleet. I feel the more I can get under my belt, the better I hope I am able to help manage the security going on.” Tiberius was hoping the better people could see the presence of Star-fleet security, the better it might help with the feel of the colony towards Star-fleet people. As cheesy as it may sound, Tiberius wants to talk to the normal folks around the colony to see the general feel of everything, including how they actually feel about Star-fleet. He then waited for some additional information from the Lt. Governor.

Lt Cmdr Cattaneo
SFCOS

Dasca nodded. “Getting to know the people you’re teaming up with is a good idea. General Harris runs the CCDA, but he might not be available so Major general Tenkiller is your next go-to.”

Sharah nodded, she knew bith Harris and Tenkiller. She considered offering Cattaneo advice, but she wasn6sure she would be much help. In her experience security types had their own way of finding common ground. She would not want to taint Cattaneo’s perspective with her unique point of view.

She shifted her attention to McBride. “That’s all I’ve got.” But Eela stayed put sitting on the edge of the table, clearly not intending to leave just yet.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

The captain gave her a nod and a warm smile. “Well then folks, we’ll call that a wrap. I’ll meet with all the departments in the coming days and we’ll go from there. You’re dismissed.”

Jonathan moved over to Dasca and said something softly to her, waiting for her node before he stepped out of the room.

Captain McBride, Starfleet CO

Sharah stood from her chair, she would schedule a meeting with McBride later. She made her way over to Dasca and leaned a hip against the table and waited for the crowd to thin out. “How are you today, Lt Gov?”

Fayth, SFCMO