Plans coming together.
Posted on Mon Jun 29th, 2020 @ 11:33pm by Major Orin Thrix & Lieutenant Grimbat Klinx
647 words; about a 3 minute read
Mission:
The Sincerest Form of Flattery
Location: Civilian docking bay. Outer Ring-Deck 83
Timeline: Current
"The leader works in the open and the boss in covert. The leader leads, and the boss drives."
-Theodore Roosevelt-
ON:
Lt Klinx had spent hours trying to get to his destination on the station. The clean up of Versailles Station was coming along. But STILL there was a lot of work to do. His orders were to meet his new Chief Intelligence Officer in the civilian docking bay, in the outer ring on Deck 83. This was okay. What confused him, was that he was told to come out of uniform. Klinx was confused. But, orders ARE orders.
He was told to be there by noon. Klinx arrived 10 minutes early. In the distance, he say Major Thrix. Klinkx walked over and the 2 men shook hands.
"Sir, I see you got the message about the freighter birth." Said Klinx. "And don't worry. Nobody could link it to Starfleet, as you requested. "
Orin smiled. "I know, thanks. That's the birth over there." Said Orin. "You did a great job Klinx. I think it's time to let you in on the big picture." He said.
"Oh God.....I mean, okay." Klinx said sounding scared.
"Galactic Overhaul is a dummy company that I set up. It's a small freight company that will get most of it's business through word of mouth. And we will not ask many questions, IF you know what I mean. It is run by a man named Janga Mensk." Said Orin.
" Who is Janga Mensk?" Asked Klinx.
Then from out of his pocket Thrix pulled out a complete set of Identification for Janga Mensk. EVERYTHING. Pilots licence, Business permits, the whole shabang. And the best part, It was Orin's picture on the documents. "I will be Janga Mensk." He said.
"I don't understand why?" Klinx said.
"Well, Starfleet Intelligence managed to get their hands on an old class 9 freighter. Nothing fancy. But, she is space worthy, so I'm told. It was old evidence on a very old case. it was not needed any more. So, I inherited it. She is on her way here with 2 field operatives. On the books, they will work for Galactic Overhaul as the freighter's crew. I will be her Captain." Orin said.
"I'm confused." Said Klinx. "Did Starfleet Intelligence become a freight company all of a sudden?" Klinx asked.
"No, but look at our location. With the traffic around here, People will not like asking questions, OR people who ASK questions. Why not let the people who do not want questions asked seek US out. How.....we can move things. Things that they don't want known they have. AND we won't ask any questions." Orion said proudly.
Klinx looked suprised. "So, your digging around...."
Orin finished his sentence. "Right.....Looks like I'm drumming up business."
"Interesting Sir." Said Klinx.
"Which brings me to you." Orin said.
"Sir, I'm an encryption officer. I'm NOT a field operative. You don't want me. I'm not good at......Oh Gods, I think I'm going to be sick." Klinx said.
"Relax. I'm not going to get you doing anything....Cloak and or Dagger." Said Thrix.
"What? What do you mean?" Asked Klinx.
"I need someone to kinda....run the office. Someone to push the papers as it were." Thrix said.
"Actually, it's all on computer. Its......Oh, a metaphor." Klinx said smiling.
"Right. The best part, I got you a staff. They will be arriving soon." Said Orin.
"So my official title....Can I call myself the Asst Chief Intelligence Officer?" Klinx asked smiling.
"No. You are the Chief Encryption Officer. And Office Manager." Orin said. "So, can I count on you?" He asked.
"Lets do this" Klinx said with a smile.
"Good. Now, lets get out of here and get something to eat." He said as the 2 men left.
OFF
Major Orin Thrix
Chief Intelligence Officer
Starbase Versailles
&
Lt Grimat Klinx
Chief Encryption Officer
Starbase Versailles
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