Intelligence Conference—Stardate 41109.4
Two weeks. Two whole weeks—what a waste. Twenty or so intelligent specialists guessing at what a dozen different hostiles might be doing. We spent two whole days on the Ferengi, the Ferengi! A species who can be placated with replicated gold. They are about as threatening as a thunderstorm on a holodeck. We spent way too much time on the Q continuum. What are the odds of running into one of them? About zero.
The only part of the conference worth anything was the intel on the Cardassians. They are itching to get Bajor back, any way they can. I’m not sure I believe the veracity of the reports of dissent on Cardassia. I’m sure that intel is inflated.
To be honest, my thoughts are obsessed with my new lady—the Avenger. I keep reviewing the specs and I can’t wait to break some speed records with her. I’m worried about how they configured the power relays, it seems all too likely that they might be pinched off in battle. I can’t be sure until I actually see them.
Another cause for concern is some of the crew choices. What is Starfleet thinking? A Klingon doctor? He’s likely to perform mercy killings for a hang nail. I’ve read his file and he seems competent, but I think the crew is going to take a while to warm up to him.
I still don’t know about my helm officer, my chief of security and my first officer. I know after the battle at Wolf 359 officers are scarce, but seriously we launch in less than ten days. I need a good command crew. I don’t need an XO who’s going to question every decision and won’t let me leave the ship. He’ll want to have all the fun himself leading away missions. I’m going to set him straight—I take my own risks.
The one department I have no worries about is engineering. I am really looking forward to working with Darren Alder. I think he’ll be more than my chief engineer, he’ll be my counselor.
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Captain Faren Reon 