Don't Screw Anything Else Up

Posted on Tue Mar 3rd, 2020 @ 2:08am by Division Admiral Thomas Lasky

Mission: Mission 51: Warchild
Location: Various Locations - USS Roanoke
Timeline: 1500Hrs - November 23rd, 2391

Teval had finished with his bath and was now busy brushing his fur, after he had gone through and done numerous rounds throughout the ship, checking on people. Hakaya was there as well, brushing his back. Then the door opened and Rykar poked her head in," Hey Teval, we are getting a response from the commandant of the secret service."

Teval nodded, then tapped his combadge. "Teval to Lasky, can you get the remaining secret service personnel and bring them to my ready room.

"Yeah, Teval. I'll look after it." as Lasky tapped his combadge. "Lasky to Dreamcrusher. Are my packages still gift-wrapped.?"

A soft purr came back. "Mmm... Yes... they are still on ice," she responded.

"Well, their time has come.... Have them beamed to Captain Teval's ready room please?" as he stood on the bridge. There was a transporter haze as several people were beamed into Teval's ready room. They quickly realized where they were and what this was about.

The Head of the Federation Secret Service regarded Teval with a curious look. "I got your message Captain. So... What does someone such as yourself want with me?" Jackson Cutter inquired with a smile.

Teval looked at the thirteen secret service personnel standing in from of him, he then looked over at the Commandant of the secret service and gave his report," So, yesterday, Williamson and his lackeys decided that they wanted to mess with the crew on my ship, relieve people without my permission and randomly arrest anyone without probable cause. Well, when they decided to go after my CMO, A Deltan known as Nalla Furban, one of them made the mistake of touching her directly and got stupefied. Instead of reacting like civilized people they decided to attack Nalla, who by the way, was pregnant, and much of my other medical staff. One of my medics is dead, another with severe brain trauma and may possibly be comatose for the rest of her life, my chief of security may end up having to be medically discharged, and to make matters worse, Commodore Olmos, whom happens to be a member of the first family on Betazed, wants to charge them with attempted Regicide. I am sending you our current medical reports on the matter."

"I have an explanation-" Williamson got out but was stopped as Cutter added. "Really... Mmm... Indeed now." he rumbled as he lifted the PADD in hand. "Please please stop talking now Williamson," he added as he read the report that Teval had just sent him. "My my.." Cutter sighed. "Mister Williamson. You had best pray that something out there changes before you get to me... because when you and your cronies do get to me... I will have your heads on my desk..."

Cutter shook his head. "Un-fucking-believable." as he gently placed the PADD onto the desk. "You.... have single handily managed to not only piss off the Federation Fleet but A Federation members worlds royalty... Tell me, something son... Did you actually consider any of this before you started on your Crusade to Sink your career and those of everyone around you... You'll be lucky to spend the rest of your life behind bars...."

Teval looked at Williamson, who was standing there frozen. He then yelled, in a voice, no one expected a kurokuri could reach," ANSWER HIM, SON!"

The dozen or so secret service agents all jumped. "Well. Umm... I did only what I felt was right."

"So... you murdered someone and crippled two others... because you felt it was the right thing to do... Son, you disgust me... As of right this fucking moment... you are the others involved with this epic tale of shit are terminated with extreme prejudice. Betazed wants you on regicide, they can have you... then I suspect that everyone else is gonna wanna take turns crapping your balls into a vice.. and taking turns pancaking you all." Cutter roared. "Who else was involved with this..."

That was when Farthing opened her mouth and provided the names of the six people responsible. "We all bear a measure of responsibility for what happened in sickbay sir... even though some of us were not present."

Cutter regarded Farthing. "That is why you still have a job... but know this... You all still have a job to do... and depending on what the Ambassador tells me because I will be asking about your conduct while you are looking after her... If its anything other then sterling then I will have you all taken out back and have you fucking shot!" he seethed. "Holy fucking Jesus H Christ... My grandchildren behave better than this... You, Williamson, have the blood of our own on your hands... a person is DEAD... because YOU fucked up... you are GUILTY of MURDER!. I will see justice done... and I will laugh as you spend your life in a six by six cell on a black rock with no name..."

Teval then added, saying to Cutter. "Not to worry, JAG has been contacted, as well as SCIS, they will be here to pick up these six disgraces within a couple of days. Either way, thank you for your time."

"Not a worry Captain. Thank you for bringing this matter to my attention. You may be assured that this... and something like this is not going to happen again..... Ever.." Cutter responded. "But I need time to make those changes.." he paused. "Do you require anything further of me?"

Teval shrugged. "I have nothing for you, however fair warning, your service is likely to come under a very fine microscope. When I was in starfleet intel when we went through that section 31 fiasco, the same thing happened to us, so be careful. However, the only thing you may have to do, is you may be called up as a character witness in the trial, but I don't need anything from you."

"Alright. Thanks for the heads up. I will prepare accordingly." and with that, he smiled. "Goodbye..." and with that, he hung up again, the screen went back as Lasky regarded Teval. "Want me to take out the trash?"

Teval nodded," Yeah, send the idiots back to Dreamcrusher, the rest can return to duty."

Lasky nodded. "Willdo." he turned his attention to his charges. "Let's go."