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**Location: Office of the Chief of Starfleet Operations, Starfleet Headquarters, | **Location: Office of the Chief of Starfleet Operations, Starfleet Headquarters, | ||
- | Timeframe: Stardate 58095.2 (Four years ago -- shortly after the death of Ensign Kuga)** | + | Timeframe: Stardate 58095.2 ([[archives: |
A wood-lathed door with an oval, Starfleet-emblazoned window remained shut at the front of the circular office, which boated a beige carpet with a blue Federation emblem stretched across the room from wall-to-all. | A wood-lathed door with an oval, Starfleet-emblazoned window remained shut at the front of the circular office, which boated a beige carpet with a blue Federation emblem stretched across the room from wall-to-all. | ||
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The man sitting behind the desk was none other than Vice Admiral Vladimir Kristoff Kostya. | The man sitting behind the desk was none other than Vice Admiral Vladimir Kristoff Kostya. | ||
- | =/\= "They don't know anything about the project. I'll stake my reputation on it." =/\= | + | =/\= //"They don't know anything about the project. I'll stake my reputation on it."// =/\= |
"Your reputation, Josh," Kostya interjected through intense, squinted eyes. " | "Your reputation, Josh," Kostya interjected through intense, squinted eyes. " | ||
- | =/\= "What about Republic?" | + | =/\= //"What about Republic?" |
"You leave Republic to me. Follow my orders, and don't screw up this time. If you weren' | "You leave Republic to me. Follow my orders, and don't screw up this time. If you weren' | ||
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Admiral Kostya closed the channel, and proceeded to slowly swivel his chair back and forth while he stared at the blank screen. His eyes betrayed a wandering mind and a longing soul, and as the back-and-forth motion of the chair subsided, he dialed a security code into the lower right drawer of his executive desk. A soft pneumatic hiss registered the opening of the compartment, | Admiral Kostya closed the channel, and proceeded to slowly swivel his chair back and forth while he stared at the blank screen. His eyes betrayed a wandering mind and a longing soul, and as the back-and-forth motion of the chair subsided, he dialed a security code into the lower right drawer of his executive desk. A soft pneumatic hiss registered the opening of the compartment, | ||
+ | <WRAP left round box 30em> | ||
+ | <WRAP centeralign> | ||
**USS SARATOGA INCIDENT FILE BRIEF\\ | **USS SARATOGA INCIDENT FILE BRIEF\\ | ||
INTERDICTION ORDER # | INTERDICTION ORDER # | ||
STARDATE 53718.6\\ | STARDATE 53718.6\\ | ||
TOP SECRET - FOR YOUR EYES ONLY** | TOP SECRET - FOR YOUR EYES ONLY** | ||
+ | </ | ||
+ | </ | ||
+ | < | ||
+ | </ | ||
Settling back into his chair, Kostya sighed. "I won't let them take you from me again, my darling," | Settling back into his chair, Kostya sighed. "I won't let them take you from me again, my darling," | ||
+ | <WRAP left round box 30em> | ||
+ | <WRAP centeralign> | ||
**EXPERIMENTAL HOLOGRID PROJECT\\ | **EXPERIMENTAL HOLOGRID PROJECT\\ | ||
RESURGENT MEMORY PROGRAMMING\\ | RESURGENT MEMORY PROGRAMMING\\ | ||
EMH/ | EMH/ | ||
+ | </ | ||
+ | </ | ||
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Timeframe: Stardate 62056.8 (present day)** | Timeframe: Stardate 62056.8 (present day)** | ||
- | As the aging doors to the cargo deck groaned open, the Cardassian-themed storage bay gave way to engineering control consoles and multi-faceted workstations that fueled a number of expertly-placed holo-projectors aimed at the central staging area, clearly demarcating a transition away from a warehousing role and into that of an advanced engineering testing lab. | + | As the aging doors to the cargo deck groaned open, the Cardassian-themed storage bay gave way to engineering control consoles and multi-faceted workstations that fueled a number of expertly-placed holo-projectors aimed at the central staging area, clearly demarcating a transition away from a warehousing role and into that of an advanced engineering testing lab. |
The doors ground closed once again as Nog and the taller stranger approached Doctor Zimmerman, and the Ferengi -- who was espousing a barely-containable air of enthusiasm and eagerness -- introduced the newcomer. | The doors ground closed once again as Nog and the taller stranger approached Doctor Zimmerman, and the Ferengi -- who was espousing a barely-containable air of enthusiasm and eagerness -- introduced the newcomer. | ||
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The thin engineer-turned-scientist puffed out his chest almost imperceptibly to agree, "I had the distinct honor to serve with many of the best and brightest as her Chief Engineer." | The thin engineer-turned-scientist puffed out his chest almost imperceptibly to agree, "I had the distinct honor to serve with many of the best and brightest as her Chief Engineer." | ||
- | "Chief engineer?" | + | "Chief engineer?" |
"I told you!" the buoyant officer in operations gold remarked with a smile of giddiness. | "I told you!" the buoyant officer in operations gold remarked with a smile of giddiness. | ||
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Without warning, the holographic image of Shannon Harris ceased it's verbose techno-babble and vanished in a wisp of photonic energy. | Without warning, the holographic image of Shannon Harris ceased it's verbose techno-babble and vanished in a wisp of photonic energy. |