[Galaxy] 2158, Feb 11 - Joint Duty Log - RAdm. Batenburg, Cmdr. Finney

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~~Senior  Officer's Quarters~~

After the awards ceremony, Rog had returned  to his quarters. He
thought the ceremony had gone quite well. As he sat  down in his chair,
he saw that he had a message from Starfleet Command.  Tapping his
keyboard, he brought up and read the message. "Contact  Starfleet Command
at my earliest convenience? I wonder what this is about?"  He tapped the
buttons and waited to be connected with Starfleet  Command.

"Ah… Commander Finney. Thank you for returning the call.  Admiral
Batenburg would like to meet with you." Lieutenant St Clair,  the
Admiral's aide, said when she saw who called. "Let me just check  her
schedule…" St Claire looked away for a moment to the other  screen.
"Would you be able to be at HQ at 1100 hours?"

Rog smiled  and said,"1100 sounds fine lieutenant. Tell the admiral I'll
be  there."

"I'll see you then, Commander."

/////////// 1100 SF HQ  ////////////

"Right this way, Commander." St Clair smiled at Finney and  led him to
the main office. "Admiral, Commander Finney is here." She nodded  to both
and then closed the door behind them.

"Commander Finney.  Good to see you again." Suzanna said. The last time
they'd seen each other  she had still been the CO on Forrest and the
Meridian had just helped save  the day during the Nausicaan attack. "Can
I get you something to  drink?"

Rog replied,"No thanks ma'am, I'm good."

"Please take a  seat, Commander." Suzanna said and gestured to the chairs
opposite her  desk. "I'll come straight to the point, Commander. I have a
classified  mission for the Meridian, which will require a lot of your
skills and  coordination with other groups."

Rog took a seat and said, "A  classified mission admiral? What's it
about? Which other groups will the  Meridian be working with?" A
classified mission right after losing a  captain? Very interesting he
thought.

Suzanna thought a moment how  to continue and then phrased it similarly
to how Commander Gallagher had  done. "Given the recent identification of
Romulan involvement in aggressive  actions against the United Earth
Government and the Coalition of Planets,  Starfleet Intelligence has
taken steps to further clarify the situation.  Recently, analysts have
identified an installation on the border of what we  think is Romulan
space used for strategic planning and operations.   Key Romulan figures
have been coordinating anti-Coalition activities from  this base, and the
majority of recent activity has been traced back to  there.  It has been
decided to confronting this installation in the  best interests of
national, international, and interstellar  security."

Rog rubbed his chin. He replied, "By confronting you mean  attacking and
destroying right admiral? Ma'am what sort of intel do we have  that
proves the Romulans are working from this base? Oh and is it a good  idea
to attack a base that I assume is in Romulan territory, without a  formal
declaration of war? I mean if we do that, then what's to stop them  from
using the attack for political purposes?"

"Commander," Suzanna  frowned for a moment, "as I said, it is assumed to
be on the border of what  we think is their territory. The decision has
been made by the President,  with approval of the security council. You
will be leading a task force  consisting of the Meridian, a Sol, and two
Venus riding shotgun. A MACO  detachment will board the installation and
establish a foothold for the  combined strength of the task force's
armoury personnel. While the armoury  element secures the station, the
MACOs will probe for intelligence and make  the final recommendation as
to the fate of the installation: occupation,  sabotage or if need be
destroy the facility."

Rog nodded, he  knew when to keep his mouth shut. He replied,
"Understood ma'am. How large  will the MACO detachment be exactly? If the
Romulans send ships after us,  do we have permission to return fire? Oh
and when will this mission  start?"

"I've ensured that you will have full access to the intel that  was
gathered, on a classified level. Although the MACOs decide the  ultimate
fate of the facility, your primary concern is the safety of the  task
force. You need to get in touch with Captain Mason and discuss the  size
of the detachment with him. He will have a recommendation for  you."
Suzanna elaborated. "I know the current action is totally different  from
what Starfleet and Earth have done so far, but the President,  together
with the security council decided they wanted to make a stand and  show
that we are not to be played with. Earth won't be a sitting duck  like
what happened with the Xindi is what the message is."

Rog  smiled and replied, "Sounds good to me ma'am. I agree, we don't want
a  repeat of the Xindi attack. Is there anything else ma'am?"

"No, I think  you have more than enough on your hands. As I mentioned,
this is a highly  classified mission. If there is anything, contact
either Commodore Stirling  or I directly, only on a secure channel. A lot
is riding on it." Suzanna  smiled at Roger.

Rog stood up and said,"Yes ma'am." He then turned and  left. As he walked out 
he began considering all the variables of his new  assignment.

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    A Joint Duty Log by


RAdm  Suzanna Batenburg
Fleet Commander
Starfleet: The First  Era
"Everything fits, otherwise we will make it  fit."
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   &
 
   Cmdr. Roger Finney
   A/CO
   NX-06 Meridian

 







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