Reunion

Posted on Wed Apr 22, 2026 @ 3:35pm by Captain Liam Pope & Commodore Ravok

541 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: 1. Trouble Brewing
Location: Commodore Ravok's Office
Timeline: Mission Day 1 - 20:59 Hours

Liam had just taken command of Icarus. He'd had little time to prepare, but he was fully aware things needed to change around here, for better or for worse. He had sat himself down in Ops at the Control table, overseeing the station security forces lock down all entryways. Until an enlistee came up to Liam. She was young, hair neatly tied up, uniform crisp, and she walked with pride, likely the first in her family to join Starfleet. She came with a summons.

He made himself scarce and went below decks to see his new commanding officer, Commodore Ravok. Someone he worked with before when he commanded a tiny taskforce back in the (23)20's. Liam always remembered the names of the servicemen he worked with; it was good for morale.

Ravok stood up. "Captain Pope." He plainly said before moving to a conference table surrounded by chairs in the corner of the office. "It is agreeable to serve with someone of your reputation." It'd been a long time since he commanded the Arrowhead, a 7-year deep space exploration mission called short after 5 years. "I understand you are brought up to speed on current affairs?" He asked, pulling a seat out from under to sit himself down in.

Liam did the same, pulled a chair one away from him; he was close, but not close enough to hug him, wanting to show he was professional. Rarely had he gotten to sit with his commanding officer. "Yes, I am." He admitted. "The border wars and the state of this Starbase. I don't understand how things have gotten so bad under Captain Tel. I understand she was reclusive, but..."

"She has become reckless and a liability." Ravok interjected, "But I do not see the logic of my superior to overstep their bounds and install you as Commander of this Starbase." Ravok sowlled hard, his rage clear and admission of nothing to do with Liam's re-assignment. "We currently are suffering from a lack of available manpower, and starships are outdated."

Liam wasn't an idiot. He knew Ravok had been here a while, he'd grown facial hair, and he was uncoth. The assignment was slowly killing him, and he wanted nothing more than to ask for reassignment, but his legacy and competency would be in doubt. "My ship, the Iron Lady, can step in for the time. We can use roundabouts to alert us to incursions into our space. It's not a fix, but it'd stop it, make them draw new frontlines."

Ravok unofficially liked the idea, seeing Liam's reputation for tactical understanding. "That is logical, you may oversee this for Starbase 117. I will arrange Starbase 118 follows also, it will allow me time to reorganise patrols to repel invasions."

Ravok's office doors swooshed open, and the Yeomen from earlier stepped in and whispered something into Liam's ear. The Cardissan ship was locked down, and the CO was ready to sit down also. "Apologies, Admiral," Liam said, adjusting his tuic. "The situation regarding the Cardie warship demanding a Bajoran freighter, they are requesting my presence."

"Very well," Ravok said, standing up. "We will have to continue our strategy plan another time. I will read your report on the situation once available, Captain... Live long and prosper"

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