Getting Settled

Posted on Sun May 13th, 2018 @ 1:50am by Lieutenant JG James Wesley

Mission: Shakedown Cruise
Location: Starbase Iota
Timeline: Backposts to previous mission for entrance

This is a back post to the previous mission since my Character is not the Q. As with Brittney is an NPC position that will be added shortly with permission as she can play a very crucial role if needed. Again hello guys thanks for having me.


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LT Junior Grade James Wesley sat at a small restaurant in Starbase Iota. He had been reading over a PADD of his new assignment on the U.S.S. Alabama. He wished it was Texas but beggars cant be choosers not in his line of work or even in Starfleet.

The Nebula Class was something he had his eye on as well. Something that was on his mind since he joined Starfleet. The advancement of the ship was also something his wife Brittney could agree on, for a science nerd she was kind of a hottie.

“Got ya something to eat.” She said placing a table down of Italian food. “What ya reading?”

“Classified, something about a ship classified, there’s people but it’s classified.” He said placing his PADD down while a smirk hit his face.

“Well, guess I don’t meet boo’s clearance privileges sir.” She said in a sarcastic tone. “I could tell you my work but it’s classified.”

“You do realize as Starfleet Intelligence I A. Out rank you on an operational level, and B. My clearance is three times higher than yours.” He chuckled knowing he was right.

“You know there are some things that are Ultra Secret. Not even you or your bosses could get access to it. Temporal Science is a finicky thing because its so unstable.” She could go on, in fact she was mostly quoting from a journal that Starfleet has sent out about the program to the Fleet, most of which was basic knowledge.

Brittneys job was maybe gathering data and analyzing it. She would then send it to usually Intelligence on an encrypted disk set, in which case the information would be sent to an Intelligence Station that was usually hidden on planets, or space stations as a small useless department, then re encrypted and sent to Starfleet Command who would ensure its safe travels to Classified research facility somewhere in the galaxy. Since it was a new field the proccess was slow and painful but Starfleet knew that. The facility itself no one knows what it exactly researches.

“Apparently we can board tonight. We have a pretty good suite for married officers, like a tiny apartment instead of quarters. Not to far from your office and the bridge and like maybe a five minute walk to science.” She said excited. On the Apache where they were last stationed Brittney had about 25 minutes of waking while James had about 15. It was brutal after a 24 hour shift they would sometimes pull due to a short handed crew of new ensigns and barely any enlisted on board.

“Well lets go ahead and grab our stuff then.” She said, knowing that they didn’t had but little belongings and some closes. If anything Starfleet cold make the closes in the replicator, but that never stopped Brittney from shopping.


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Lt. Junior Grade James Wesley
Chief Intelligence Officer
U.S.S. Alabama