To the High Heavens

Posted on Mon Mar 2nd, 2020 @ 7:30pm by Commander Tienn Iteela & Lieutenant Commander Heather LaMonica & Major Michael "Slappy" Smith-Carey
Edited on on Fri Mar 13th, 2020 @ 1:41am

Mission: Mission 44: Operation Bedlam
Location: Various Locations - USS Argonne
Timeline: 0900Hrs - October 7th, 2391

Ensign Tienn Iteela sighed softly as she replicated herself two orders of her preferred Bajoran dish. Hasperat souffle as she was in afoul mood and she missed her girlfriend. She ordered a glass of a human drink to go with it but when she drank a mouthful of coka-cola, she gagged and damn near coughed up her lungs. "Prophets, this stuff is VILE!" as she quickly placed it back into the replicater to dispose of the noxious liquid.

She tapped the 'recycle' button as she breathed out and then back in again while she selected a normal drink, a jumja flavored iced tea, she lifted her drink before moving to her table while Lieutenant Heather LaMonica and Lieutenant Michael Smith commiserated together. "You know this ship is going to be the butt of the jokes... the slurs and the slander.. right?"

"Yep" LaMonica answered bluntly. "Thanks to Colonel Nye, that rat bastard has manage to tarnish the name of this ship and everyone who serves on her until the end of her days. I think its safe to say... this ship replaces the USS Roanoke as the fleet dumping ground..."

Smith shrugged, it was more saying that he was helpless rather then he didn't care. "I'm considering sticking in for reassignment but... My family name is cursed and so it my assignment.. I'm screwed either way."

"Why do you mean cursed?"

"My father is a traitor. My mother was murdered on orders from his henchmen, he wanted to use my anger against the Federation who he blamed for... well just about everything wrong in the Galaxy from ten years ago including the Borg.."

LaMonica blinked, she found that she had no good answer to that. "Wow... I mean.."

"Yeah... Dad thought that the Borg were created from humans... you believe that insanity.?"

"I have no idea what to believe where he is concerned... I heard about his little mutiny ten years ago. He stole the USS Dreadnought and the Resolution. The he used his authority as Fleet Commander to gather then purge the Second Fleet of the people he didn't want." she sighed. "The man started a war with his own fleet. A war he lost because several ships refused to go along with it, it turned into a right mess with his own personal flagship. The USS High Guard fled the battle with him aboard."

Smith nodded. "The USS Relentless caught up to her a month later and the two fought it put, a Centaur versus a Pathfinder II. It was no contest..." he shrugged. "The traitors got what was coming to them."

"I heard that David Carey was still alive."

"I keep hearing that too... but... no he's dead... and now we have Colonel Lucas Nye who is another criminal and a traitor. Will we ever be rid of these mindless bastards.?"

"Nope." LaMonica responded before she took a bite of the burger before her. "Mmm.. nothing like good food and good drink..Mm... to make .. one.. feel... a little better.."

Smith-Carey nodded as he lifted a Doritos chip, before dipping it into some sour cream and chilli sauce before he ate it. "Mmmm.. yeah." as the two went back to their meals, their misery abandoned for the moment as they ate their food.