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style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent" face=Arial color=#000000 size=2>~~Senior
Officer's Quarters~~<BR><BR> After the awards ceremony, Rog had returned
to his quarters. He<BR>thought the ceremony had gone quite well. As he sat
down in his chair,<BR>he saw that he had a message from Starfleet Command.
Tapping his<BR>keyboard, he brought up and read the message. "Contact
Starfleet Command<BR>at my earliest convenience? I wonder what this is about?"
He tapped the<BR>buttons and waited to be connected with Starfleet
Command.<BR><BR>"Ah… Commander Finney. Thank you for returning the call.
Admiral<BR>Batenburg would like to meet with you." Lieutenant St Clair,
the<BR>Admiral's aide, said when she saw who called. "Let me just check
her<BR>schedule…" St Claire looked away for a moment to the other
screen.<BR>"Would you be able to be at HQ at 1100 hours?"<BR><BR>Rog smiled
and said,"1100 sounds fine lieutenant. Tell the admiral I'll<BR>be
there."<BR><BR>"I'll see you then, Commander."<BR><BR>/////////// 1100 SF HQ
////////////<BR><BR>"Right this way, Commander." St Clair smiled at Finney and
led him to<BR>the main office. "Admiral, Commander Finney is here." She nodded
to both<BR>and then closed the door behind them.<BR><BR>"Commander Finney.
Good to see you again." Suzanna said. The last time<BR>they'd seen each other
she had still been the CO on Forrest and the<BR>Meridian had just helped save
the day during the Nausicaan attack. "Can<BR>I get you something to
drink?"<BR><BR>Rog replied,"No thanks ma'am, I'm good."<BR><BR>"Please take a
seat, Commander." Suzanna said and gestured to the chairs<BR>opposite her
desk. "I'll come straight to the point, Commander. I have a<BR>classified
mission for the Meridian, which will require a lot of your<BR>skills and
coordination with other groups."<BR><BR>Rog took a seat and said, "A
classified mission admiral? What's it<BR>about? Which other groups will the
Meridian be working with?" A<BR>classified mission right after losing a
captain? Very interesting he<BR>thought.<BR><BR>Suzanna thought a moment how
to continue and then phrased it similarly<BR>to how Commander Gallagher had
done. "Given the recent identification of<BR>Romulan involvement in aggressive
actions against the United Earth<BR>Government and the Coalition of Planets,
Starfleet Intelligence has<BR>taken steps to further clarify the situation.
Recently, analysts have<BR>identified an installation on the border of what we
think is Romulan<BR>space used for strategic planning and operations.
Key Romulan figures<BR>have been coordinating anti-Coalition activities from
this base, and the<BR>majority of recent activity has been traced back to
there. It has been<BR>decided to confronting this installation in the
best interests of<BR>national, international, and interstellar
security."<BR><BR>Rog rubbed his chin. He replied, "By confronting you mean
attacking and<BR>destroying right admiral? Ma'am what sort of intel do we have
that<BR>proves the Romulans are working from this base? Oh and is it a good
idea<BR>to attack a base that I assume is in Romulan territory, without a
formal<BR>declaration of war? I mean if we do that, then what's to stop them
from<BR>using the attack for political purposes?"<BR><BR>"Commander," Suzanna
frowned for a moment, "as I said, it is assumed to<BR>be on the border of what
we think is their territory. The decision has<BR>been made by the President,
with approval of the security council. You<BR>will be leading a task force
consisting of the Meridian, a Sol, and two<BR>Venus riding shotgun. A MACO
detachment will board the installation and<BR>establish a foothold for the
combined strength of the task force's<BR>armoury personnel. While the armoury
element secures the station, the<BR>MACOs will probe for intelligence and make
the final recommendation as<BR>to the fate of the installation: occupation,
sabotage or if need be<BR>destroy the facility."<BR><BR> Rog nodded, he
knew when to keep his mouth shut. He replied,<BR>"Understood ma'am. How large
will the MACO detachment be exactly? If the<BR>Romulans send ships after us,
do we have permission to return fire? Oh<BR>and when will this mission
start?"<BR><BR>"I've ensured that you will have full access to the intel that
was<BR>gathered, on a classified level. Although the MACOs decide the
ultimate<BR>fate of the facility, your primary concern is the safety of the
task<BR>force. You need to get in touch with Captain Mason and discuss the
size<BR>of the detachment with him. He will have a recommendation for
you."<BR>Suzanna elaborated. "I know the current action is totally different
from<BR>what Starfleet and Earth have done so far, but the President,
together<BR>with the security council decided they wanted to make a stand and
show<BR>that we are not to be played with. Earth won't be a sitting duck
like<BR>what happened with the Xindi is what the message is."<BR><BR>Rog
smiled and replied, "Sounds good to me ma'am. I agree, we don't want<BR>a
repeat of the Xindi attack. Is there anything else ma'am?"<BR><BR>"No, I think
you have more than enough on your hands. As I mentioned,<BR>this is a highly
classified mission. If there is anything, contact<BR>either Commodore Stirling
or I directly, only on a secure channel. A lot<BR>is riding on it." Suzanna
smiled at Roger.<BR><BR>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
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<DIV> A Joint Duty Log by</DIV>
<BLOCKQUOTE style="BORDER-LEFT: blue 2px solid"><FONT
style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent" face=Arial color=#000000 size=2><BR>RAdm
Suzanna Batenburg<BR>Fleet Commander<BR>Starfleet: The First
Era<BR>"Everything fits, otherwise we will make it
fit."<BR>http://www.firstera<WBR>.net</FONT></BLOCKQUOTE>
<DIV> &</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV> Cmdr. Roger Finney</DIV>
<DIV> A/CO</DIV>
<DIV> NX-06 Meridian</DIV>
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