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Meet You In Two Day MISSION START

Posted on Mon Jun 12th, 2023 @ 4:46pm by Captain Rueben Gregnol & Taev Mirok & Captain Kaylin Jaal
Edited on on Mon Jun 12th, 2023 @ 4:51pm

Mission: Fractures
Location: SS Mary Rose
Timeline: 31st January 2398
1400 words - 2.8 OF Standard Post Measure

As the lighting in the room came alive casting its golden hues the tranquillity of the morning for Gregnol was shattered by the intrusive ring of communication from the terminal in the other room where he kept his desk. The familiar sound cut through the silence, jolting one from the realm of dreams into the stark reality of the day ahead. The suddenness of a brought a sense of trepidation, as we wonder if it bears news of urgency or an unforeseen crisis. His mind and body were still in a delicate state, transitioning from the realm of dreams to the conscious realm of reality as he moved away from Jeassaho who was sound asleep still.

The abruptness of the call jarred his senses as he drifted back off for a second, forcing him to hastily leave behind the warm embrace of slumber and confront the demand but at least the engineering was not disturbed. Stretching his limbs, he reached out to his bedside table to the clock there and checked the time – 03:00.

Well, that did not bode well at all for whoever and whatever was demanding his attention from a communication. He grabbed a tee shirt and pulled it on before leaving behind the bedroom. He fumbled in the dim light, reaching out to silence the intrusive sound trying to regain composure and fully comprehend the situation at hand.

It took a moment for his groggy mind to comprehend the familiar code frequency. The Thrai which meant the Fenris Rangers were calling. There had been limited contact since Hysperia which was likely for the best to give the crew better coverage than just cargo runners. Intrigued and slightly confused, Gregnol swiped his finger across the screen to answer the call.

"Hello?" he greeted, his voice still laced with sleep as he took in Taev and Kaylin.

Reading the evident barely woken state, Taev suppressed a sigh at the inconvenience of human sleep cycles but kept his face neutral, propriety requiring he defer to his CO to begin the conversation.

"Reuben Gregnol. You look tired. Perhaps you should get more sleep?" Kaylin greeted him with a grin that she didn't bother to hide. Notably, it wasn't an apology for waking him either. Almost as if it was gleefully deliberate. "How are those upgrades we provided? Have you had an opportunity to put them to use yet?"

“Perhaps I should. I will let my wife know.” The man said smirking at the looks he was getting neither Romulan had warmed much to his prescience. He knew that neither liked human much but he was useful enough to them.. “I believe I helped in getting these upgrades now Kaylin Jaal. I vividly remember holding my breath and getting shot at but we have not. We have stayed out of trouble and reports purely on the slave runners on our cargo run as we promised. Have you managed to put your own upgrades to any use?”

"We're managing," Kaylin responded, purposely leaving out any of the details. "No cause to use them just yet. But if you're willing to get your hands dirty again...?"

Gregnol inclined his head for a moment taking in the pair coming to him and asking if he wanted an adventure. It was not at all a common thing, it was normally the offer way around. It had to be something big, he just hoped that it did not mean cold water and holding his breath. "We are always willing to help the greater cause." He decided.

"That's what I thought." Kaylin's feed flickered as a data packet popped through. "Coordinates. There's some trouble brewing over in the Kalandra system. At first we thought it wasn't anything serious, but then we received word they raided a courier ship belonging to another Ranger cell. That caught our attention. So, we figured we'd pay them a visit..." Kaylin's smirk returned. "In force."

Gregnol brought up the data packet and sent it to his PADD to look through and burst out laughing as he saw the data in front of him. It was not a usual response from him at all from him. "You have got to be kidding me."

"On this occasion, not so much. Why do you think we need you? That's not a little converted merchant ship they're flashing around the sector," Kaylin explained. "This one has teeth."

The Captain offered another chuckle and glanced back into the bedroom. Jeassaho had not been disturbed by his outburst of laughter. "No... it is just we know this ship. It is the USS Temperance. It was a ship that we nearly moved to but it was stolen from us ripping the ship to shreds in some place. Sons of Cheron." He revealed as he could not see any mention of them in the file at all.

"Sons of...ah, yes." Kaylin's eyebrow twitched. "Curious. I wouldn't have expected you to know that name. Well, in any case, this is your opportunity for retribution over those who stole your prize. Although I would not guarantee you could claim the ship back when it's likely to be in so many pieces..." Her teeth flashed. "We shall rendezvous at the edge of the system in two days and coordinate our approach from there."

“We will be there.” He assured. “We are not quite as uncouthed as you believe here now Kaylin. We do know things and they are more mainstream even going for Starfleet President I hear.” Gregnol goaded just a little. “Zakiel is the Captain now I see. He was engineer before and his mate Captain.” He wondered what had happened there but the last two years had changed sons of cheron from something on the edge to more mainstream.

"Apparently the Federation concept of diversity extends to include marauders and thieves," Taev remarked dryly. The only way someone from a terrorist faction could go for a position in Romulan government was if they had overthrown it.

“Strange that you are going up against them? Sons of Cheron and Fenris Rangers have similar views?” Gregnol questions as he scrolled through the files quickly for the intelligence they had gathered.

An eyebrow quirked. "You do know what Charon refers to, don't you? The last battle of first Earth-Romulan War. We may both view the Federation as naive and ineffectual, but I assure you, there are few other points agreement." Taev frowned, but his normal neutral mask returned a half-beat later. "And no matter what their views, they raided a ship belonging to us. That makes going after them the natural response."

“I am very aware. I have made researching them my personal side quest since they tried to kill my crew but that was my main point. But I am glad that you confirmed there are few other points. I much prefer the approach we have to them.” He was not going to add there and then that he suspected the Nyx who had been involved in SS Holoworld was somehow connected to the sons of cheron. It was just too suspicious in his opinion but until he had anything firm it was not something he was going to mention.

"Marauders and thieves," Kaylin said, reaffirming Taev's earlier assessment. "But still dangerous with a ship like that one. Not a threat to take lightly." She glanced over her shoulder at her crewmate with the faintest of nods. "Two days, Captain Gregnol. Don't be late."

“Two days.” Gregnol said darkly and cut the communication letting the darkness surround him for a moment before he glanced to the woman stood wrapped in a cardigan watching him. “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to know you are going to have an interesting two days trying to explain all of this.” Jeassaho answered moving to sit on his lap and kissed his cheek. “You going to be okay?” Jeassaho knew how much the Sons of Cheron has affected him.

“Yeah. Might be able to avenge my emergency evacuation corridor eventually.” Gregnol said gently trying to level his emotions and voice to a level that would allow him a sense of calm to think through what he needed to organise.

“You will one day. But for now just settle for helping Kaylin and whatever trouble they have gotten into.”

Settling for helping was not a bad thing in his opinion. It was his weak point after all.

 

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