Your Going to be Useful Again

Posted on Fri Mar 13th, 2020 @ 8:48pm by Captain Edward Tuck

Mission: Mission 93: Home Grown Fear and Terror
Location: Various Locations - Starbase 12
Timeline: August 25th 2392

Division Admiral Rolf Schafer spent hours looking for the person he was looking for. he managed to find Tuck in one of the temporary housing quarters where some of Roanoke's crew was assigned. He found Tuck had left the door of his room open, and he was busy working on a ship model. Rolf remarked. "So, Edward Tuck, this is where you have been for the past little while."

There was an Irish song playing. It was an ancient recording of 'The Dubliners - The Rocky Road to Dublin.'

"There is nothing of interest for me out there, at all," he responded in a rather flat and dry tone. "I am enjoying my nap. What do you demand of me?" as he sat back as he regarded his visitor. "Nice threads."

Rolf casually walked up to the table, then dropped four pips in front of Tuck, answering, "I want to see you become useful again, and see you reclaim the rank that was unjustly taken from you."

Tuck regarded the four pips before he laughed softly, it quickly developed into an outright case of laughter as Tuck considered the entire situation to be somewhat hilarious. Tuck suddenly stopped laughing as he realized that someone was actually addressing him. "Computer halt playback," he commanded.
"Well. This is... Unexpected." Tuck commented. "So what do I owe for this visit. Other than the unexpected restoration of my rank." he regarded Shafer. "I do not know you so... I must inquire."

Rolf introduced himself. "Division Admiral Rolf Schafer, Commander of Intelligence Division 14. Yeah, your demotion has been rescinded, you are officially a captain again."

"Oh my," Tuck answered. "Nice suit. I am not sure if Captain Tuck suits me or if I should refer to myself as Lord Tuck... I like Lord. What do you think?" he inquired as he scooped up the four rank pips. "I think I'll make these into a necklace."

Schafer added. "Well, if you decide to get off your lazy bum and get back to doing real intel work, within six months you can start calling yourself Commodore."

Tuck thought that was hilarious. "You cannot be serious," he responded as he turned in his chair to face Shafer, his laughter faded as he stopped smiling. "You are serious?" he paused, in a much quieter tone.

Shafer had a very serious look on his face," You have seen the news. Four days ago, a bunch of unhinged nutjobs tried setting off nuclear bombs in refugee camps and hospitals in various places in the federation, it made a hell of a mess... My division is assigned to find out who did this, and I need the best that Starfleet intelligence has to offer, and your one of them. So tell me, what would you rather do, waste away your last years in Starfleet pretending that you are someone you aren't or do you want a shot at bringing justice to a bunch of unhinged mass murderers."

Tuck regarded Shafer in silence, he gently hefted the four pips in his hands. "My niece was killed in the hospital at B Kayor. " He growled as he clipped the four pips to his collar. "I'm gonna help put these fuckers away, or put them into an early grave, it makes no difference to me," he responded with a rather evil smile. "Shall we go hunt these fuckers down?"

Rolf smiled. "Alright then, I'm glad to have you back."

Tuck rose to his feet. "It'll be good to do some work for a change," he commented as he lifted his large pack. "Shall we go?" he inquired. "We have work to do sir."