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A Meeting Of The Minds

Posted on Fri Sep 6th, 2019 @ 5:04am by Lieutenant Julian Windsong-Price & Captain Emerson Adams

Mission: Time for a Change
Location: Captain's Ready Room, Deck 1
Timeline: 2389/02/21 - 1730

When Starfleet had notified Taylor and Julian that they were being assigned to a new ship, the USS Crazy Horse, Taylor had had to explain to the Akadian the meaning of the name. The Akadian had found the whole concept fascinating and had done some research on the Native American hero.

Now, their leave was winding down Taylor had a training mission he was running with some of his troops, so he was going to be gone for the next two days. So, he had volunteered to set up their cabin.

Before he got to that chore, however. he thought it best that he check in with his Commanding Officer, who he had heard was also new to the ship.

After dropping a duffle of his personal items and making sure that all the crates and furniture had been divided to the cabin, he checked his uniform, then made his way to the Captian's Ready Room, where he pressed the chime for permission to enter.

"Enter," Emerson called out. She was seated at the curved desk positioned opposite the door with a cup of tea in hand as she worked her way through an intelligence briefing. She looked up as the door opened.

Julian with a quick tug at his uniform jacket to make sure it was straight, stepped into the office. "Julian Windsong," he said, reporting for duty, ma'am. I'm the new Intel Chief."

"Welcome, Lieutenant," Emerson said as she gestured toward one of the seats in front of her. It took her a moment and then the information she'd read came to the forefront of her mind. "You were an infiltration specialist for awhile if I remember correctly?"

"Yes ma'am, most of my career actually. The last eighteen months I became an Assistant Chief. This will be my first assignment as a department head. Why do you ask?"

"Honestly," Emerson said, "to get to know you better. Maybe it's better to get straight to the main point. In my experience, there are two types of Intelligence officers." She spread her hands wide and then raised the right one as she said, "one gives their allegiance to Starfleet Intelligence and sees themselves as a ... fiefdom ... that can parcel out information at their discretion." She dropped her right and lifted her left hand and added, "while the other works for the Captain and recognizes that no one on the ship has a higher security clearance or has a greater need to know what's going on. I'd like to know which type you are, Lieutenant."

"Section 31 attempted to recruit me. I told them, well I might get in trouble for repeating exactly what I said. But the bottom line was I said no. I follow the chain of command, which means I answer to you. I'll keep you informed regardless of what some bureaucrat says. All I ask is that it is a two-way street I need you to have my back if I inform you of something I'm not supposed to and would like you to keep me informed in return."

"Is that a workable relationship?"

"Section 31 is accountable to no one and has been involved in questionable activities and they will not ... not ... have any access to this ship," Emerson said. "Lieutenant I have your back, absolutely, same as anyone else under my command. Someone from Section 31 reaches out, you let me know at once and together, we'll make sure that's the last time they bother you ... or any other member of the crew for that matter. As to our working relationship, you are a department head under my command. I'll give you assignments, you gather the information and report your findings, and we'll go from there."

"That works for me, ma'am. Though I must admit running a department is a little scary."

"Can be," Emerson said. Her generally neutral expression softened just a little as she thought about her own early experiences. "There are some lessons to learn, no question. The biggest one I needed to get through my head was that you can't be their friends. You have to accept from day one that you're the boss."

"That's valuable advice, thank you, ma'am, I'm, "he thought for a moment about the best analogy, "I'm used to being the one on a leash as it were, not the one holding it. Maybe that's not the best example, I'm just saying it's going to take some getting used to. But I'm confident I can handle it I'll do my best anyway."

"It's not always easy to send someone where you'd rather be going yourself. Do your best, ask questions when you need to, and remember, you hear anything from Section 31 … anything … I want to be the first person you talk to."

"To be honest ma'am, you'll probably be the second Taylor Price, the Marine CO, and my bondmate will no doubt be the first."

"In matters relating to Section 31, Lieutenant, I'm first and that's an order," Emerson replied. "Are we clear on that?"

Julian's face remained impassive except for a slight quirk of his left brow. He didn't want to lie to his new Commander, at the same time, he didn't feel likes explaining that with the mental bond that he and Taylor shared it would be impossible to hide anything like that from him and that he would know as it was happening as it was happening. "Understood ma'am," he said as truthfully as he could. "You will be the first one I tell."

Emerson sat quietly for a moment. She wasn't a telepath but she was good at reading people though Intelligence officers tended to be harder than most. She had no reason to doubt him and yet, she did and no idea why. "If there's nothing else, Lieutenant?"

"I have nothing else, ma'am. It was good to meet you, and I'm looking forward to this new assignment."

"Dismissed, Lieutenant," Emerson said. She watched him go, a thoughtful look on her face, before returning to the task at hand.

He eased out into the hallways, eyes instinctively looking for danger, despite where he was. He really wasn't expecting anything untoward to be there, but old habits die hard. He made his way to the turbolift, looking forward to a quiet evening with his spouse.


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