A Call To Help

Posted on Mon May 28, 2018 @ 8:10pm by Commodore Michael Aravan & Captain Madelina Weisz

Mission: History
Location: Ready Room
Timeline: MD 34 || 1100 Hours

Michael stood in his ready room and looked at the screen. He had placed a communication to the capital city to speak to Governor D'Kaol Mnaeha tr'Tovan, but so far had spoken to six aides who did nothing but give him the runaround, one woman who didn't identify herself but had tried to interrogate him over the comm and finally a Romulan male who looked sick. That man had promised to get him connected, then asked him to wait. Now, the Commodore wanted to pace the Ready Room or get a cup of coffee, but elected not to in case the Governor came on while he was doing so.

The face of a Romulan man Michael hadn't spoken to before appeared on the screen. "Commodore Aravan," he said, trying to keep his voice as neutral as he possibly could. Apparently, the Commodore and his people were present to lend aid, but he didn't trust them. What choice did he have, though? His people were dying at a rapid speed that was beyond overwhelming. "I see that I cannot put off speaking to you any longer. What might I be able to do for you?"

If Michael was put off by the Governor's blatant admission of putting him off, he didn't show it. "Governor tr'Tovan," he said respectfully. "I'm contacting you to let you know the Triumphant is in orbit and we have a cure for the chemical attack of your people and require permission to send out away teams down to assist your doctors."

"You have a cure?" Governor tr'Tovan asked, unable to help but sound a little skeptical. "How did you acquire such a thing?"

"We were attacked by a small mercenary fleet led by a mercenary captain by the name of Noël Dubuisson," Michael responded. "We have him and his ship and crew in our custody. Their database contained information on the attack and the cure for it, as well as plans for two more attacks, Governor."

tr'Tovan narrowed his eyes. It seemed the Commodore had more information regarding this catastrophe than he did, and it was his people that were dying faster than they could help them. "What information did their database contain?" he asked, though the questions were far from over. "Where were these attacks supposed to take place, and why were they in possession of a cure? This all seems a bit easy, doesn't it, Commodore? You're attacked, and all of this just happens to fall right into your lap?"

Michael held his hands up, palms own. "I understand your suspicions, Governor," he said. "He said he worked for Centurion Sutith and that the man was Tal Shiar. Their transporter logs said they delivered the chemicals at Turu Location and Cunclohk, but I don't know a lot more than that. Dubuisson claimed he only worked for Sutith and wasn't given any more information than what to do and when."

The Governor slammed his hand against the table he was sitting at, a sneer forming on his face. "The Tal Shiar!" he snarled. "I grant you and your crew permission to go to the planet to help my people. They need it, but don't think I do this without major skepticism, Commodore, and I will have some people watching you all. But, should this work, perhaps..." He paused for a moment. "we can be of assistance in the future if you require it. Perhaps."

"We're here to help you and your people, Governor tr'Tovan and ask for nothing in return," Michael told him, but filed the tidbit of information away that he had been offered. "If there's anything else we can assist with, as long as it doesn't involve our non-interference policy between the Romulan Republic and the Independent Romulan Systems Allied Forces, we'll do our best to help."

"And what of Ambassador Caenala? Do you still harbor her?" the Romulan male asked. "She's not to be trusted, and if you and your people do, then you have made a grave mistake."

"She's been nothing but helpful to us the entire time," Michael assured the Romulan, but he had to wonder what information tr'Tovan had that would make him suspicious. "Is there anything I should know about her?"

"Don't trust her, that is, if you're smart," the Romulan Governor said with a sneer. "And, if you happen to kill one or two of our opposing forces, no one will have to know."

"I can't do that, but any that we take into custody will be remanded to your people," Michael told him.

That pleased the Gorvernor greatly, though, he didn't necessarily show it. "You have your permission to enter our space, Commodore, and to capture anyone who might be responsible for these attacks."

"Thank you, Governor tr'Tovan," Michael told him and meant it. "We'll be there soon. Aravan out."