September 2385

Stardate 62712.4

Starbase 719

 

            Rear Admiral Val’ri Raiajh sat in her office.  It was late into Gamma shift aboard the starbase.  At Utopia Planitia, in orbit of Mars, they were ending Alpha shift and beginning Beta.  On the comm was Commodore Shrav, the new commanding officer of Utopia Planitia.  The pair were talking about how they were settling into their new assignments, finding crew replacements and settling staffing issues.  Raiajh’s call was to tell him that she wanted one of his ops officers from UP for 719.   After the typical pleasantries, Raiajh decided to broach the subject.

 

            “Commodore, I’ve been considering Ensign Ashari Pel for Gamma Shift Ops Duty Officer.  From her record I find she’s knows her stuff and is extremely capable of the job.  She would definitely make an excellent addition to my staff here aboard the starbase.”

 

            “I agree,” Shrav said.  “However, she’s been late for her shift once this week and it appears she’s late again today.  She’s been a bit depressed and moody for the last few weeks.  If it continues any further, I’m going to order her to see one of the counselors.”

 

            “Commodore, my Chief of Operations is having the same problem with my daughter, Charissa Xaran.  I do happen to know that Ashari and Charissa have been involved with each other for a while.  However, I’m bringing Ensign Pel here because she’s the best person for the job.  If she and Charissa wish to continue pursuing a relationship, they will have to learn that sometimes Starfleet does separate families when necessary.”

 

            “Admiral, I have no doubt that Ensign Pel is the best person for the position you have available, and I would certainly hate to lose her talents here.   But she does deserve this promotion.  However, I happen to know that Ensign Pel is under the impression that you are unaware of her relationship with Ensign Xaran.”

 

            “My knowledge of their relationship is unofficial.  I know about it, though Charissa has not said anything to me.  However, despite the fact that my daughter believes otherwise, I am not blind.”

 

            “Understood, Admiral.  Please hold while I get Ensign Pel in here.”

 

            Shrav got up from behind his desk and crossed the room.  When he reached the transparent doors that separated him from the control room they parted for him.  He crossed just over the threshold and, in a loud voice not typical of Andorians, called out, “Ensign Pel!  My office!  Now!”

 

            Pel quickly stepped up to her commanding officer and followed Shrav back into his office, the doors sliding closed behind them.  Shrav offered the young Trill woman a seat in front of his desk as he returned to his own chair.  What happened next was the last thing in the entire universe Pel was expecting.

 

            This was the second shift this week Pel had been late arriving for.  It did not reflect well on the young ensign, and she fully expected to be disciplined for it.  Instead she was informed by both Shran and Rear Admiral Raiajh, who appeared on the Commodore’s desktop monitor screen, that Raiajh wanted Pel for the Gamma Shift Ops Duty Officer position aboard Starbase 719.

 

            “Admiral,” Pel began.  “May I speak freely?”

 

            “By all means, Ensign,” replied Raiajh.

 

            “Admiral, I’m not sure if I’m the right person for this position.  There are things about me that you do not know about.  Things that you might not be happy about if you did know.”

 

            “Ensign, believe me, I know more than you think I do about subjects some believe I have no knowledge of.  However, I’m not requesting you for this position for that reason.  I’m requesting you because I know you can do the job.”

 

            “Ensign, you really should consider taking this position,” Shrav advised.  “Admiral Raiajh never makes a decision concerning the members of her crew strictly based on personal decisions.  She’s asking you to fill this position because you are the best person for the job.”

 

            Pel appeared to consider what Shran had said for a moment before finally looking directly at Raiajh’s image on the screen.

 

            “Admiral, I accept your offer.”

 

            “Thank you, Ensign Pel,” Raiajh replied.  “I will see to it that Starfleet Command transmits your new orders as soon as possible, and I will see you when you arrive at 719 in a few days.”

 

            As the conversation finished and Admiral Raiajh logged off, Shrav turned his attention to Pel.

 

            “Congratulations on your new position, and the promotion that comes with it.  I know you had your reservations about the position because of the Admiral’s daughter, Ensign Charissa Xaran, is likewise assigned to Starbase 719.  However, from what Admiral Raiajh told me, Ensign Xaran has been having the same problems you have of late.  I have a feeling this transfer will be good for both of you.  And despite what Ensign Xaran might have told you, I don’t think you will have any problems.  With the Admiral at least.  Now go pack.  There’s a transport leaving for the Typhon sector tomorrow morning, and you need to be on it.  Dismissed.”

 

 

Space, the Final Frontier…

 

Star Trek: Fifth Fleet

 

“Rules and Acquisitions” By Nadine B. Bach

 

 

Starbase 719

 

            Admiral Raiajh sat alone in the Captain’s Mess at the start of Alpha Shift, waiting for Ensign Xaran to join her at the end of her shift in the engineering spaces.  Raiajh was up early that day because of her subspace meeting with Shrav at Utopia Planitia.  Due to the time differential between the Typhon Sector and Sector 001, as well as other reasons, Raiajh decided to make the call during Gamma Shift here because she wanted to judge her daughter’s reaction when she told her the news.  She had left word with Ops that any incoming messages to Ensign Xaran should be delayed several hours, just in case Pel tried to contact Charissa.  She also left orders that if Pel called immediately after the shift ended, she was to be told that Xaran was in a meeting for at least an hour after her duty shift.

 

            Charissa Xaran walked into the mess hall seeming happier than she had in days.  The telepathic read Raiajh received from Xaran confirmed that she was happier.  Charissa had always been good at keeping what she wanted hidden hidden, at least on a preliminary read.  If Raiajh had dared to probe further, she would be able to confirm that Charissa’s new-found happiness had everything to do with Ashari Pel.

 

            Hiya, Squirt,” Raiajh greeted Xaran with the pet-name Sylvan had given their daughter years ago.  “I see you’re feeling better than you have for the past few weeks.  Happier, at least.”

 

            “I guess.  I just feel happier today.”

 

            “I can probably guess why too.  You’re happier because you can feel that Ashari is happier too.”

 

            Xaran looked at her mother in disbelief, then spoke, the questions coming out quickly, “You know?  How long have you known?  Does Dad know?”

 

            “I’ve known for over 4 years now, when I felt the bond between you and Ashari develop and solidify at the Academy.  As for your father, you are going to have to talk to him about this.  Much of the time he still sees you as the little girl we brought with us to the Arcturus-A when you were five.  I do have one question.  Why didn’t you come to us sooner and tell us?  Your father and I love you more than you’ll ever know.  We would never turn our backs on you.  The decisions you make about your life are your decisions.”

 

            “I’m sorry, Mom.  I was always afraid either you or Dad wouldn’t be so accepting.”

 

            “Do you remember when you were younger and I explained the principals of the Vulcan philosophy of IDIC to you?” Raiajh asked.  Xaran nodded.  “Those principals apply as much, if not more, to the family dynamic as they do to the world beyond.  You are my child.  As I said, your decisions are yours to make.  As long as you are happy with those decisions, then I’m happy.”

 

            “Mom, how do you know that Ashari is happier now?”

 

            “I know because Ashari is on her way here.  She will be leaving Utopia Planitia within the day.  I have requested her to fill the position of Gamma Shift Ops Duty Officer.  Mind you, not because of your relationship, but because she was best qualified for the position.  The fact that I knew it would improve both your spirits was only an added bonus.”

 

            “Thank you for being so understanding.  I guess I should go talk to Dad now?”

 

            “I suppose you should.  He’s in the infirmary, but don’t you think you should wait until later, once he’s off-shift?”

 

            “I probably should, but I need to talk to him while I still have the courage to do it.”

 

            “Just be honest with him,” Raiajh advised.  “Everything else will fall into place.”

 

            Xaran nodded and quickly hugged her mother before leaving the mess hall.

 

*          *          *

 

            Charissa Xaran made her way to the main infirmary to find her father, Dr. Sylvan Xaran.  The area was strangely quiet this particular morning as there were no transports docking at the station carrying new crew, and there were currently no patients admitted to the infirmary.  She found her father, the starbase’s acting Chief Medical Officer, in his office working on computer files.

 

            “Hi Dad.  Do you have some time?  I need to talk to you about something.”

 

            “Hey, Squirt.  I have about an hour to kill.  Sit.  What’s so important that it can’t wait for later?”

 

            Charissa sat down across from her father as she said, “Not so important that it can’t wait.  I just don’t wish to lose my nerve to tell you.”

 

            “What’s on your mind?”

 

            “Love,” Charissa replied.

 

            “Love?  Do you mean in general, or are you trying to tell me you’ve found someone?”

 

            “I’ve found someone.  But I’m not sure if you would approve.”  Charissa looked nervous as she took a deep breath.  “It’s Ashari Pel.”

 

            Sylvan appeared to take a moment to ingest the information before speaking.

 

            “As long as she makes you happy, then I’m happy for you.”

 

            “Are you sure you are ok about this?” Charissa asked, still looking nervous.

 

            “Like I said, if you’re happy, then that’s good enough for me.  I can’t made decisions for you about who you love.”

 

            “I thought this would be much harder.  It’s why I hesitated for four years to tell you.”

 

            “Four years?” Dr. Xaran remarked in surprise.  “That’s a long time to keep such a big secret.  And you were able to keep it from your mother for this long?”

 

            “I thought I had.  However, it appears she already knew and was waiting for me to say something.  However, she finally got it out of me this morning when I met up with her in her private mess.  I walked in happier than I have been in weeks, and she actually knew why I was happier; because she offered Ashari a position here on the station and knew that I was picking up on Ashari’s happiness.”

 

            “That does not surprise me, your mother already knowing.”

 

            “I should have known better than keeping this from both of you.  I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you about me and Ashari.”

 

            “No problem.  Just don’t wait four years to tell us about any other big news in your life.  Okay, Squirt?”

 

            “I promise,” Charissa said as she got up and went around the desk to hug Sylvan.  “Thanks for being so understanding.”

 

            Sylvan returned the hug.  Then as Charissa turned to leave, her father added, “That’s what I’m here for.  If you want, come by our quarters later for dinner.”

 

            “Sure.  I’ll see both of you then.  But for now, I’m going to bed.”

 

            “Have a good rest.”

 

            “Thanks, Dad,” Charissa said as she walked out the door, heading toward her own quarters and bed.

 

*          *          *

 

            Later that day, as the end of Alpha shift neared, Raiajh was once again in her office, this time putting in a subspace call to her former first officer, Captain William McLeod of the USS Besiege.  There were days when Raiajh still thought of the Besiege as her ship, despite being its first skipper for only just over a year more than a decade before.  She had been her only command before becoming a flag office for the Beta Sector Fleet when the Klingon Empire pulled out of the Khitomer Accords.

 

            “Good Afternoon, Admiral,” McLeod said through the desk monitor.

 

            “Afternoon, Captain,” Raiajh replied.  “How’s the battle wagon holding up?”

 

            “She hasn’t let me down yet.  We appear to be the only ones who call her what she is.  Most of Starfleet prefers to call her an escort ship.”

 

            “True.  But remember, she can escort anything she wants too,” the admiral joked.

 

            “I take it this isn’t just a social call?” McLeod commented.

 

            “Alas, no.   I’m contacting you as a courtesy.  I just wanted to inform you that I’m going to be speaking to Lt Commander Cathryn Pearson and offering her a position aboard my starbase.”

 

            “Thanks for the heads up.  I’m going to miss her around here.  Cath has been an excellent tactical and second officer.  She’s off shift at the moment, and is probably in her quarters.  If you can hold for a moment, I can put you through.”

 

            “That would be wonderful, William.”

 

            The monitor screen changed to the image of the Starfleet insignia.  A few moments later, Lt Commander Cathryn Pearson’s face replaced the insignia on the screen.

 

            Val’ri!  It’s been a while!  What have you been up to lately?”

 

            “The usual.  However, I wasn’t calling to catch up on things with you today.  Unfortunately, I sometimes do have to act like the Admiral that I am.”

 

            “My apologies, Admiral Raiajh.  How can I be of service today?” Pearson replied, albeit with a touch of sarcasm in her voice aimed at her long-time friend.  Raiajh noted the sarcasm and decided to address Pearson in a very formal fashion, as if she was reading off orders from a padd.

 

            “Pearson, Lieutenant Commander Cathryn Elisabeth; As of this stardate,  you hereby offered the position of Executive Officer of Starbase 719.  Do you accept this position?”

 

            Pearson blinked.

 

            “You called me, pretending to be all Admiral-y, just to ask me if I want to be your executive officer?

 

            Raiajh laughed.

 

            “Like I said, this position does require me to work once in a while.  You know that I need someone that I can trust in the position.  I trust you, and you’ve been a great asset to Captain McLeod all these years.  And I believe it would be wonderful to work with you again.  So, would this be a position you would be interested in?”

 

            “It is!  How soon do you need me?”

 

            “How soon can you make your way to Starbase 719?”

 

            “It may take a week or two,” Pearson replied.  “We’re going to be docking at DS9 for R&R shortly.  I can catch a transport from there.”

 

            “Sounds good.  See you when you get here, Cathryn.”

 

*          *          *

 

October 2385

Starbase 719

 

            It had been two weeks since Cathryn Pearson had arrived at the starbase, and the day had finally arrived when she would officially assume the position of Executive Officer of Starbase 719.  However, that did not mean she had not been busy doing the things Executive Officers normally did.  One of the first things she had accomplished upon her arrival, beyond touring the station and learning what her duties as first officer would consist of, was to program the new Command Officer’s test.  She had chosen to offer the exam scenario in a format different than the norm, without any warning.  Although it played out in a similar fashion to comparable exams offered at Starfleet Academy, the person taking the exam would be placed in a situation where they were the highest ranking officer present during a crisis and have to rely on their own judgment and skills to successfully pass the exam.  It was a test the subject could not study for nor know exactly when it would be given or what to expect.  In order to make sure the new program worked property, Pearson had asked Lt Commander Sylvan Xaran to ‘try out’ the simulation and run it through its paces.  Pearson was aware of Xaran’s long-held reluctance to take the Command Officer’s test, and that had made him the perfect candidate to be the first put through the scenario.

 

            Xaran had entered the holodeck as the scenario began.  Pearson was impressed by his exceptional performance, and determined he had aced the exam, even taking into account he had been aware it was only a simulation.  Despite his reluctance, Pearson felt Xaran would have made a great command officer if he had chosen that venue in Starfleet.  Instead she just thanked him for his time.

 

            Xaran was not aware that he would be amongst those getting promotions in the near future.

 

            The base still was not fully staffed, and even with normal crew transfers, probably would not be until sometime in 2287, nearly two years in the future.  It was tough finding competent crew, even department chiefs, willing to serve aboard a starbase so far away from the Federation core.   At present, both their Chief of Operations and Chief Medical Officer had the title ‘Acting’ before their names.  And while Raiajh was actively looking for a Chief of Operations, a permanent CMO was actually a very low priority on the Admiral’s list, as Dr. Xaran, despite his reluctance to assume the position permanently, was in her opinion the perfect person for the job.  However, Xaran’s disinclination to accept the assignment was because his wife was the Commanding Officer of the starbase, and Raiajh was not even looking at other candidates.  As far as she was concerned, the starbase had its CMO, and if he wanted to call himself ‘Acting CMO,’ she was not going to stop him.

 

            The Botanical Section, or Arboretum, aboard the starbase was the best place for large ceremonial functions, such as the one that would install Cathryn Pearson as the starbase’s new Executive Officer and convey promotions on Ashari Pel  and Sylvan Xaran.

 

            Rear Admiral Val’ri Raiajh entered the large open Arboretum from the station’s hub and noted the crew present snap to attention.

 

            “Admiral on deck!” Pearson called out to the crew as Raiajh took her place behind the lectern.  She looked out at the gathered crew, less than two hundred personnel who were able to attend, before beginning to speak.

 

            “Please be seated.  Thank you all for coming.  I’m going to keep this brief, in spite of having to conform to certain formalities.  Today, I ask you to make the time to meet our newest crew members and honor these well-deserved promotions.”

 

            Raiajh turned toward her prospective executive officer and said, “Lt Commander Cathryn Elisabeth Pearson, front and center!”

 

            As Pearson moved up alongside Raiajh, Sylvan Xaran called out, “Crew, attention to orders!”

 

            Raiajh continued, reading from the first of three pads she had placed on the lectern.  “To Pearson, Lieutenant Commander Cathryn Elisabeth.  Effective stardate 62805.5, you are hereby promoted to the rank of Commander, with all rights and privileges accorded such rank.  In addition, as of this same stardate, you are also requested and required to assume the title and position of Executive Officer aboard Starbase 719 in the Typhon Sector.”  Raiajh then opened a box containing a single solid gold pip.  Reaching up to Pearson’s collar, Raiajh removed the hollow pip and replaced it with the solid pip.  She then offered Pearson a handshake, saying, “Congratulations, Commander Pearson.”

 

            As the gathered crew began to applaud, Raiajh handed the two remaining pads to her First Officer, then stepped to the side of the lectern.  Pearson stepped behind the podium and looked at the gathered crew.

 

            “Ensign Ashari Pel, front and center!” Pearson called out.

 

            Ashari Pel stepped away from where she stood with Ensign Charissa Xaran and Lt Commander Sylvan Xaran.  As she made her way to the podium, Xaran again called to the crowd “Crew, attention!”

 

            Pel took her place next to Commander Pearson on the dais.  The Commander then began to read from the padd.  To  Pel, Ensign Ashari Tasmina.  Effective stardate 62805.5, you are hereby promoted to the rank of Lieutenant, Junior Grade, with all rights and privileges accorded such rank.   In addition, as of this same stardate, you are also assigned as Ops Duty Officer in charge of Gamma Shift aboard Starbase 719.”   Pearson then picked up the hollow pip that Admiral Raiajh had just removed from her own collar and moved over to attach the pip to Pel’s collar next to her single solid pip.  As the crew again applauded, Pearson dismissed Lieutenant (JG) Pel, who made her way back into the crowd next to Charissa Xaran.  Pearson then activated the third padd and, reading from it, called the next and final promotion recipient.

 

            “Lieutenant Commander Sylvan Xaran, front and center,” she ordered.

 

            Sylvan Xaran looked shocked and hesitated before his daughter pushed him forward toward the dais.  As the doctor stepped over toward Pearson, this time Val’ri Raiajh called out, “Crew, attention to orders!”

 

            Raiajh gave Xaran a quick smile as he stood at attention next to Pearson as the new Commander started reading from the padd.

 

            “To Xaran, Lieutenant Commander Sylvan.  Effective stardate 62805.5, you are hereby promoted to the rank of Commander, with all rights and privileges accorded such rank.”  As Raiajh had done with her just moments before, Pearson then removed the hollow pip from Xaran’s collar and replaced it with a solid one from the box on the podium.  Xaran was still dumbfounded as he shook the hands of both Pearson and Raiajh.

 

            Once the customary round of applause died down, Raiajh dismissed the crew, and they began to mill about and talk to one another in a more casual fashion.  Xaran was still trying to figure out how, after all of these years of declining to advance in rank, he was accorded this promotion.  Then it dawned on him; The simulation that Pearson had asked him to test to see if she had programmed it properly.  He leaned over and whispered in Pearson’s ear, “You tricked me, Cathryn.”

 

            “I was just doing my job.  It’s just how I give the command officer’s test.  If I feel a person is ready, I don’t wait for them to request to take it.  I just have them test the simulation for me.  If you pass, you pass.  And you far exceeded my expectations, Sylvan.  You did exceptionally well.  It’s not exactly a test you can study for anyway.  It’s the type of test that works better when one is just ‘thrown to the wolves.’  Don’t worry, I won’t schedule you for duty in Ops.”

 

            “I’m going to hold you to that, Cathryn,” the Betazoid man said.

 

            “Sylvan, you’re a doctor, and you best serve this station in that capacity.  You will not be assigned to Ops unless you specifically ask for it.  Right now, you are the head of the medical division.  You definitely have the qualifications to fill such an assignment, and it surprises me that you don’t want that position permanently.”

 

            “It’s not that I don’t wish to be CMO.  I just prefer spending time with the kids.  I also don’t want people aboard the base thinking I got the position only because of my wife.”

 

            “Sylvan, no one would think that.  Besides, it’s not like you would be the first spouse of a commanding officer to hold a command staff position aboard their spouse’s command.  It has happened in the past, and there are even a few serving in Starfleet currently.  I can even think of two other couples that have small children aboard their commands, off-hand.”

 

            “I’ll have to think about that.  While Starfleet does allow spouses to serve together on the same command, it is often very, very reluctantly.”

 

            “Sylvan, I certainly understand your concerns,” Pearson assured.  “Take your time and think about it.  The position isn’t going anywhere.  Val’ri and I have other pressing issues, and we are quite satisfied with the person filling the position of ‘Acting’ CMO.”

 

            “That’s what I was afraid of,” Xaran remarked wryly.

 

            “Keep it up and I will assign you a shift in Ops,” Pearson said, only half-joking.

 

            “You wouldn’t….!”

 

            “I most certainly would, Sylvan.  You know that.”

 

            “Point conceded, for now.  If you would excuse me, I’d like to spend a moment with my wife.”

 

            As Xaran left Pearson’s side, Raiajh thought about it for a moment and decided to throw decorum out the airlock and met her husband half way with a hug that was readily returned.  Even after eighteen years of marriage, his wife still managed to surprise Xaran.

 

            “That new pip looks good on you,” Raiajh remarked.

 

            “Thanks.  So, whose idea was it?”

 

            “Don’t look at me,” Raiajh said innocently.  “That’s Cathryn’s job.  She’s now responsible for all promotions through the rank of commander aboard this base now.  You should know that, you’ve been in Starfleet long enough.”

 

            “I know, I know.  So, you and Cathryn aren’t really looking for someone to replace me?”

 

            “There is just no one out there with qualifications that even come close to yours, as far as I am concerned.”

 

            “Bull!  You just can’t find anyone willing to come all the way out here.”

 

            “No bull.  The officers that do have similar qualifications to yours are already CMO’s aboard other ships and stations, and would rather not transfer.  Deal with it, you’re going to be the CMO here for a while.”

 

            “I’ll deal with it.  Perhaps I’ll contact Julian over at DS9 for some pointers on how to handle medicine on the frontier?”

 

            “Now that’s the spirit, Sylvan,” Raiajh encouraged.  “Now let’s go find the kids before they find their way into trouble.”

 

            Charissa and Ashari are keeping an eye on them.  They’ll be fine,” Xaran assured.

 

            “I’m sure they will be fine with Charissa and Ashari.  However, while I have a chance, I want to spend a few moments with the family.”

 

            It did not take the couple long to find Charissa and Ashari entertaining the younger children Katrina, Julian, Elayne, and Corrine with stories from their Academy days.  Xaran and Raiajh sat down on the grass with them; just enjoying being a family for a few minutes.

 

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