The Kindred

Posted on Thu Mar 5th, 2020 @ 5:32am by Jeffery Daniels

Mission: Mission 61: The Blood-Dimmed Tide
Location: Various Locations - USS Dreamcrusher
Timeline: 0900Hrs - February 3rd, 2392

Jeffery Daniels was seated in his office, going over the newest transcript from the two interviews he had done yesterday, one of them was Commander Vilotanzia Bounlutay, presently serving as chief medical officer of the USS Rawalpindi and the other was Lieutenant Colonel Thomas Jackson, Commanding officer of the second battalion of the USS Argonne.

Both of the interviews were really good and Daniels was going to send them off with the next consignment back to the studio on Luna when suddenly his doorbell beeped. "Its open!"

In came a smaller then average feline being he didn't know. "Can I assist you?" Daniels inquired politely.

"I have some information you might be interested in," Teval answered. "It has a lot to do with the Ferasian refugee situation." Teval pulled out his PADD and put it on the desk, which contained a lot of field notes and interviews form his mission 16 years prior.

Daniels accepted the PADD as he gave it the once over, he raised an eyebrow before he regarded Teval. "I assume you wan this to go out right away?" he inquired. "This is going to touch off a major shitstorm... But thats neither here nor there.." he paused. "My editor will have a few questions.. so I'll ask you first... So I can stick Frankie in his place.."

Teval raised an eyebrow. "That's kinda the point. Because maybe, if the politicians start realizing how badly they screwed up, it might get them to change their minds as to how they deal with the Klingons and the Ferasians."

Daniels nodded his head. "You've got several signatures here saying do not share this information... Several of these names are active politicians." he slowly smiled. "Aww fuck it... Leave this with me and I'll see to it this information is released... I assume you don't want your name on this document?"

Teval shrugged. "To be honest, I don't really care either way."

"I'll keep you out of it." Daniels responded. "Can I get you anything to eat or drink?" Daniels inquired.

Teval shook his head," No not really."

"Alright.. I'll talk to my editor.. and I'll let you know when to expect the story as it breaks.. Okay?" before the meeting concluded and Daniels turned to his desktop display. He proceeded to call up his editor. "Frankie. I'm sending you another story on a subchannel." as he slid the PADD into the desktop monitor before he tapped a few keys on the display and on the PADD.

Frankie regarded Daniels. "Whats to stop Starfleet Intelligence from discrediting this story?"

"Its not marked as being from Starfleet Intelligence." Daniels responded. "Is there anything really wrong with this story?" he inquired as he pressed on. "It has names, dates and places."

"Yep.. I am not seeing the problem... Do you?"

Frankie paused. "We will catch flack for this... Thats your issue.."

"No Frankie... I'm getting a little old with your cheep threats, innuendo and the like... Are you going to run this story... or should I say fuck it and go freelance?"

"You're my best reporter..." Frankie sighed. "Fine.. you win."

"I will expect you to stop causing me issues... I am tired of dancing through your hoops... Any more of it and I'll go freelance and sell my stories to the highest bidder.... I turned down two other job offers including a news anchor desk to take this posting... Do.. I'm gonna make it clear to you... Stop. Fucking. With me.... Or else... Is that clear enough for you!"

"Alright... alright. you've made your point.." Frankie sighed. "I'll release your story tomorrow night.. Look for it on the six o'clock news.."

"Thank you." and with that, Daniels hung up on his editor before tapping a note. 'Teval. your story is live, look for it tomorrow night. Signed Daniels.' before he sent the note via the Federation com system.