Putting Right the Wrongs - Part One

Posted on Fri Mar 13th, 2020 @ 1:14am by Admiral Kurso Teska & Grand Admiral April Yamaguchi & Grand Admiral Julia Antilles-Yeager & Master Admiral Pasha Andreyev & Grand Admiral M'Tala & Grand General Tom Walther & Grand General Paul "Caveman" Antilles

Mission: Mission 80: The Arms are fair. When the Intent of Bearing Them is Just
Location: Starfleet Headquarters - Earth, SOL
Timeline: June 13th 2392

Fleet Admiral M'Tala was in her office writing up new regulations when she heard Fleet Admiral Pasha Andreyev walk in.

"Mmm morning Admiral," he commented a large cup of coffee in his hand as he walked into the Caitian's office. "Whatcha workin' on?" he inquired of her.

Hursk kept her focus on her computer. "I am working on writing some new security regulations, undoing some of the wonderfully bad decisions of my predecessor."

"Ahh. Admiral Randy Cruuz." he sighed softly. "Yes, that man was a glorious moron," Andreyev commented before he sipped his drink.

M'Tala nodded, her claws still clicking away on the keyboard, "Yeah, I'm sure you remember his regulation that he started, the one that prohibited all Starfleet officers and marines carrying weapons on duty, except security personnel of course."

"Do not remind me about how I needed to kowtow to those assholes," he responded in a dry tone of voice. "Randy Cruuz said he would die in his posting and he had been here for over ten years. I am sure he did a few things you'll be itching to fix."

M'Tala hit one final key on her computer, sending off her message. "Well, either way, that specific regulation, has now officially been rescinded. But yeah, I have a lot of other things to fix too. But that's one off the list."

"That regulation should never have been implemented in the first place but, that's me talking." he then drained half the coffee in his mug. "So, what next?"

"Revising security protocols regarding the protection of sensitive information," M'Tala answered. However, she didn't get a chance to start working on this task when a hail came through from the federation president's office. "Admiral M'Tala, Admiral Andreyev, please report to the situation room immediately."

M'Tala looked at Andreyev, closing her computer, "well, this can't be good."

"It usually never is." Andreyev sighed. "Let's go see what we're needed for this time." he rose to his feet before he began making his way to their destination.

M'Tala didn't remember where she had put her pants, as she had taken them off some time ago so she could write these regulations with more comfort. "Dammit, I can't remember where I put my pants," she commented aloud.

Andreyev came back around the corner. "You coming?" he inquired of her. "Oh, your pants. Over there?." he indicated her desk.

M'Tala shook her head, "No, they are not there, already looked."

"They can't have gone far," Andreyev responded. "Wait, why do you care about the uniform anyway?. You have fur. Which covers everything..."

"Habit," M'Tala admitted. She then decided to stop looking and follow Andreyev to the situation room. "Alright, let's go." the Caitian female was clad in her uniform jacket and that was all.

Sometime later the pair arrived in the situation room where Field General Tom Walther, Marshal Myzar Zinov, Vice Admiral Kurso Teska and the Federation president Zeyss Mukar were waiting.

Myzar, noticing M'Tala's half-dressed state, looked at her with an amused smile. M'Tala looked at him, saying. "Don't even start."

Myzar smiled innocently, "What."

Walther raised an eyebrow. "Now that we're all here. Shall we?" the commandant of the marines said quietly. "Why are you only half-dressed anyway?"

M'Tala didn't provide an answer while Myzar commented to Kurso Teska. "Brooks is absent again."

Kurso nodded. "Yeah, he just sends me to do these briefings."

Zeyss then stated bluntly. "Well be sure to tell Admiral Brooks that the next time you see him, he is fired, and I'm going to get the security council to approve you as the next chief of intel."

"Works for me," Kurso replied.

Walther chuckled softly. "That man is a worthless sack of human excrement. He's probably off stroking his ego anyway." he paused. "Did I say that out loud?" he quickly looked around with his eyes. "Oh dear."

Paul Antilles, who presently wore the callsign of 'Caveman' only snickered in amusement, he knew how his old friend thought and he was in full agreement with him on the matter at hand.

No one in the room decided to argue with the point, so Hursk Vetor added. "Alright, so what are we here for."