<USS Avalon> Another Day, Another Delegate

Another Day, Another Delegate

by Senior Lieutenant Anthony Manson

"Everything is in an uproar!" A delegate Anthony had forgotten his name made 
his voice heard as they past by several of the Avalon crew who looked back in 
curiosity. "Security is being pulled elsewhere, and you, Mr. Manson, are being 
so tight lipped about this that I?m willing to wager that the Captain is not 
only ill, but maybe dead."

Anthony turned around, "that, sir, is all based on assumption. I assure you, 
security has been pulled only because it is standard procedure." He didn?t like 
the fact- that was evidently clear- the Rydyns were clearly monitoring the 
communications. That, they did not have a right to do.

Anthony sighed as the walked continued walking, "computer, lock out 
communications with exception of internal communications. Authorization, Manson 
Nine Gamma Two."

"Authorization confirmed, communications have been locked out." 

"Explain the meaning of this! The observation never stated that it wasn?t our 
right to look over the communications."

Anthony shook his head, "at this time, your communications are being 
restricted. You won?t be allowed to monitor our communications except for 
alerting the rest of your delegation, or calling our attention. I?m sure 
security would agree."

"Maybe you didn?t hear me, Lieutenant, what is not stated..."

"I?ve heard everything you have to say, Ambassador. If you have a problem, take 
it up with Commander Sierra. I?m sure he?ll be more than happy to inform you 
that all this is standard. Besides, Ambassador- observation does not mean 
tinkering with our communications and eavesdropping over us." They had walked 
out of the, and he realized that the Lieutenant- the telepath with the deep 
cobalt blue eyes, was one of the personal guards to the Ambassador. He hadn?t 
catch her name either. But frankly, right now, he didn?t care. 

"Lieutenant, this seems more than just the ?standard procedure,? what it does 
look like is a state of emergency." The woman said as they walked down the 
corridors, "having the entire Rydyn delegation escorted back, and the last of 
our ?eavesdrop? we heard something about security being pulled to the bridge 
and a quiet alert was sent to the security department."

"It is protocol as far as it concerns the delegation, Lieutenant. Different 
captains run their ships differently- we are no exception," Anthony responded 
as they turned the corner and entered the turbolift, "deck two." Anthony had 
found this group in engineering, looking over several of the officer?s duties.

"Than explain the unnecessary extremes of holding us in our quarters!" The 
Ambassador huffed as he groaned and tugged as his tunic in a frustrated manner.

"Orders are orders, Ambassador. I don?t have to tell you that it is for your 
safety." The room was suddenly becoming smaller than and, like his patience, it 
was shrinking.

"I don?t need the Starfleet security. Rydyns have always been capable of 
holding our own in times of stress. And my guards appear to be more physically 
adept to this situation than your own security arms. This place seems lax, 
something I didn?t expect to see considering you all are so far in technology. 
On Rydyn ships, the military holds a rather short leash on whoever is caught 
being, shall we say, complacent in their duties. We are efficient at what we 
do. Evidently, Starfleet isn?t." 

It was a good thing that they didn?t see Manson close his eyes in an effort not 
to yell at them. It helped being in front of the group facing the doors. They 
were behaving like children when the parents said playtime was over.

There was no stop in the Ambassador?s complaint as his voice had reached it?s 
limit within the confined space. He hissed, "This is more ridiculous then my 
first contact with you people. Always with your overly fake politeness, and 
your smug condescending attitude as if we are lower in some form. In converse 
we are a whole lot better, considering our achievements and now I?ve been 
reduced to following a Lieutenant around walking aimlessly to get back to my 
suite. I demand to speak to the Captain, or whoever is in charge on this 
forsaken ship. You people do not know how to run things smoothly, it is no 
wonder everything on this blundering ship goes wrong. Where, I might add, 
moments before you arrived, I was having an argument..."

"Ambassador," Anthony whirled around as his voice had risen higher than he 
expected, "I?ve had more than one Ambassador state their concerns. More than 
one have asked to talk to the captain, and considering that you all are so well 
informed, I would suspect- in Rydyn efficiency- that you would know who is 
currently in charge."

"Furthermore, if I have to hear one more trivial issue," the doors wisped open 
and Anthony walked out, "you?re more than welcome to lodge and official 
complaint about our ?lack? of effort in catering to your wants and needs."

The Ambassador looked at him and walked right past him in silence. The female 
lieutenant had avoided his gaze. And the other, a lieutenant commander gazed at 
him that was enough to be threatening. Anthony followed them. They obviously 
knew their way to their quarters. The remainder of their journey was silent, 
and the only sounds were some other Starfleet officers or the familiar hum of 
the ship?s engines.

Once they were in, Anthony was found leaning against the wall sighing in 
relief. That was the last of them. And his outburst would no doubt go on his 
record once the Ambassador got around to talking with the Commander. Or maybe 
not, he wasn?t sure. 

He closed his eyes, counting for a few seconds. Trying to steady himself. And 
then headed back to Alder?s quarters looking upon his combadge as he waited for 
the familiar face to return home. 


                
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