<USS Avalon> "The Recruit" Pt. 1
- From: "Brad Ruder" <GroundZero@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
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- Date: Mon, 4 Aug 2003 23:48:04 -0700
?The Recruit? ? Part One
by Lieutenant
Commander Javan Sierra
STARDATE
0006.11
San Francisco harbor was as calm as ever. The
waves rising up that thundered with white caps glistening in the sun
had been reduced to merely short spurts lapping at the shoreline.
The trees swayed slightly in the breeze and the birds sang their
songs in the summer air. The temperature was hovering just perfectly
? not too cold and not too hot. It was such a nice day that the
graduating class of Starfleet Academy had opted to move the ceremony
to the Presidio.
The area had been cordoned off and white
chairs littered the grassy knoll. Ten chairs wide and what seemed
like endless amounts of rows. The metallic stage stood as a citadel
in the front. Lavish tapestries and decorum graced its surface and a
path, made by the separation of the seats, headed straight for the
heart of the platform. A white tent had been pitched up over the
plethora of chairs, but the heat from the midday sun still irradiated
the crowd.
High-ranking officials from all over the quadrant
were in attendance. Starfleet Intelligence had eight
representatives, the Bolian Stellar Cartography Institute had three,
and the Daystrom Institute of the Arts had nine people. That was
just to name a few. All were waiting to offer the highest ranked
graduates a position in the sought after programs. There were so
many Admiral pips that it almost seemed illogical to have so many
people of that seniority in such a tiny spot, one torpedo would
decimate almost all of Starfleet Command.
Lieutenant Javan
Sierra sat next to the other members from Starfleet Intelligence.
Admiral Teiran Mondale and Vice Admiral Janessa Trevell kept
exchanging odd looks at each other about the presence of the
?Commodore?, but remained silent and they quenched any outburst that
might have surfaced. Javan almost liked the fact of being all cloak
and dagger with them; there was something about knowing more than
they did that made him feel powerful.
He was happy, though.
The USS Orion, his current assignment, had departed for some
planet called Lenex Prime to help a colony ravaged by ion storms. It
was a good thing that he?d left too. Commander Hayden Spryer, the
commanding officer, got in above his head and the ship got destroyed.
The only causalities, from what Javan had read, were the commanding
officer and the chief science officer. Either way, Javan was glad he
wasn?t there.
Finally, under the stress of confusion, Admiral
Mondale turned abruptly to Javan. ?I?m sorry to be so blunt,
Commodore, but why did Rear Admiral Elaine Simmons get reassigned at
the last moment? She?s the head of the tactical resource department.
It doesn?t make sense.?
?Well, Admiral,? Javan couldn?t help
but let a smile slide across his face, ?There are just some things
that can?t be explained. Something important must have come up to
warrant her removal from the team to accept new graduates into our
fine program.?
?Indeed,? the Admiral said after narrowing his
eyes. It was obviously that the Admiral was skeptical about this new
Commodore being hastily assigned to their team of recruiters, but
there was something about him that he didn?t like. It wasn?t all
that obvious, but it was like a small nagging sensation at the back
of his thoughts that sent alert klaxons racing through him. ?How
long have you been with intelligence, Commodore??
Javan perked
an eyebrow, ?About six years now, since my promotion to Captain. I
was originally assigned to covert operations dealing with the
Dominion War and their allies. I was on the same assignment for
nearly six years.?
?Must have been rough to pull out and leave
after such a long stay and after so many hours of working,? Trevell
added as her eyes roamed the crowd. She had that look in her eye
that she was sensing something was up, but it wasn?t with Javan
though. Janessa seemed to be completely oblivious to the
conversation occurring between the two men sitting on opposite sides
of her.
?Actually,? Javan lied, ?it was quite fun to watch the
facility in which I had worked at explode into shards of
unidentifiable shrapnel and to watch the Jem?Hadar and the Founders
get obliterated into several fragments of nothingness. Nothing is
better than a job well done.?
Janessa?s head turned quickly to
meet his humorous glare, ?That?s horrible.?
?You do what
you?ve got to do, unfortunately, Admiral.? He smiled and quickly
added, ?Plus, I have a habit of following orders. Don?t ask me why,
I just do.?
The brass from the instruments shined and
sparkled as the heavenly tones rang out. The processional started as
the flocks of instructors, tutors, counselors, and advisors marched
down the center row clad in the gowns with Starfleet?s emblem
emblazoned on the sleeves. The tassels bobbed gently as they
strolled down the aisle towards their seats.
Each section,
paired with their respective walking partners, branched off at the
pinnacle of the chairs and walked slowly down the rows. Javan?s eyes
searched the crowd for his target. His glance traveled from innocent
faces, to the blank expressions of those that barely made the cut,
and his eyes even settled on some of the angry scowls that he knew
would be destined to be in jail at some point.
He spotted
him walking with a lovely girl on his arm. He had all the charm for
the job, but what set him apart were the technical skills that would
rival the most proficient engineer in the galaxy. Last report
confirmed he was being promoted straight to Lieutenant upon his
graduation. He stood out like a sore thumb with the golden strands
hanging around his neck ? he was one of the two valedictorians.
Silver crescent moons signified his enrollment in the Engineering
Specialist Corps.
?Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the
graduation ceremonies for Starfleet Academy. What a gorgeous day in
San Francisco!? The Commandant of Starfleet Academy, clad in a lavish
robe with countless awards pinned all over, stepped up to the podium.
?We?re all very proud of the people sitting before us; they are, in
fact, the future of the Federation and of humanity
itself.?
Javan couldn?t help but roll his eyes for he?d gotten
the same speech when he?d graduated.
?Now, I introduce to you
Marissa Sharp. She?ll be presenting the class with their graduation
certificates.? He handed a list to the approaching woman. She
couldn?t have been older than thirty, Javan surmised, but she seemed
to creep across the stage as if she was an aged widow. ?Ms. Sharp,
if you?d be so kind??
?Thank you, Mr. Powell.? She tapped the
PADD a couple of times and began to read the list, starting with
student number one of seven hundred and fifty-two. It was one of the
largest class sizes in recent history, but tradition was tradition
and it must be upheld.
He groaned as he listened, drawing a
knowing smile from Janessa.
The woman opened her mouth,
?Patrick Aaron??
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His
eyelids sagged dangerously low. They felt as if someone had attached
anvils to each one. It didn?t help that the woman was speaking in a
monotone voice that made him want to transport into the sun. The
reciting of the names had lasted what was going on almost four hours.
Each cadet walked up and over the makeshift stage and received the
award and the pip and then crossed back to their seat.
It was
becoming quite monotonous to watch and he had felt himself slipping
into unconsciousness on more than one occasion. For the sake of his
sanity he?d asked Janessa to elbow him if she saw him dozing off ?
he?d now credited the four bruised ribs to that mistake. Twice she?d
elbowed him for no apparent reason and just acknowledged him with a
mischievous smile.
?Wendy Zahn,? the last name came, ?That
concludes the presentation of the class and I?ll now return it to the
Commandant to make it official. To confirm the graduation and
commissioning of each cadet seated before us. Mr. Powell, if now
you?d be so kind?? She smiled and motioned to the throngs of
students who were becoming impatient and squirming noticeably in
their seats.
Javan smiled and his eyes locked on his target
once again. Eli Vanneer sat rigidly like a stone statue. Gauging
him up and down Javan realized just how important this person would
be to the operations that were performed under the jurisdiction of
Section 31. While everyone else was shuffling about nervously and
showing off just how unprofessional they were, Eli was sitting with
the composure of a Vulcan.
Even the Vulcans were showing the
jitters in their own special way.
The commandant stepped
briskly to the podium, a bright smile skewed across his face. ?I now
present to you the newest group of Starfleet Ensigns.? He waved his
hand and the crowd erupted in laughter, applause, and the sky was
littered with the caps that were thrown into the air in
celebration.
?I think it?s hilarious at the diversity here.?
Javan pointed to particular sects of species in the group. ?There?s
the Vulcans standing with their caps on showing their superb
abilities to quench all emotion. There?s the Ferengis over there
hoarding the hats to sell back later to the foolish hew-mons who
threw them away carelessly.?
Janessa shooed him off with a
laugh, ?Rule of Acquisition number thirty-nine, Mr. Rydell.
Friendship is temporary; profit is forever.?
?And know what
the Ferengi say, though. Rule of Acquisition number sixty-nine.
Ferengi are not responsible for the stupidity of other races.? He
folded his arms and watched the crowd disperse to their own parties,
their families, and the drunken stupor that he knew would follow.
?If you?ll both excuse me.?
Eli?s group soon dissipated and he
was left alone scrounging around for his lost hat, but he soon gave
it up for lost and started to move away. Javan almost ran over a
Bolian, knocked a Vulcan out of a meditation or what looked like
total concentration, and snagged Eli by the back of his robe.
?Hey! What?s the big idea?? Eli protested after being
pulled back a couple of feet. He readjusted his robe and glared at
Javan. That was about the time he saw the Commodore?s pips and the
color drained from his face as if someone had unplugged him from
life. He stuttered over his words for a moment and then got a grip
on himself, ?Commodore, I?m sorry, I wasn?t expecting you. I haven?t
the pleasure of formally introducing myself.?
?Mr. Eli
Vanneer, it?s a real pleasure; but, I assure you, the pleasure is all
mine. I?ve read your reports, essays, and I?ve seen your student
evaluations ? I?m quite impressed with your performances here at
Starfleet Academy and I see you having a bright future in the fleet.?
Javan shook the hand of the young man. The cadet impressed him again
after a strong and firm handshake.
Eli smiled, ?Well, thank
you, Commodore. I didn?t realize that any brass at all was watching
me. I know that I?m supposed to meet with an attaché from Starfleet
Intelligence after the ceremony. Am I to assume that it?s
you??
Javan nodded, ?I?m Commodore Lance Rydell. Except I?m
not the one you?re actually supposed to meet with. I have some
covert operations that I?d like you to be involved with that are
outside Starfleet Intelligence and known only to Starfleet
Command.?
?Yeah, I?m interested. What would I be
doing??
?Can?t answer that many questions, I?m afraid. If you
are truly interested then you are to be at the designated location at
the specified time. And, come alone.? Javan pulled a small PADD ?
smaller than standard ? and handed it quickly to newly commissioned
ensign.
His grin faded and he hid the information quickly,
looking around quickly to see if anyone had seen the transaction.
?I?ll be there, sir. Anything I should know or bring with
me??
?A good attitude and your first lesson. When doing
covert operations or handling sensitive material that is for your
eyes only then the only way to jeopardize the trade is by looking
around and drawing attention to the fact that you?re concealing
something.? With that Javan smiled and headed back over to the
Admirals who were waiting for him.
A group of Eli?s friends
sprinted up to him, a blonde with blue eyes spoke to him as she
pulled his arm, ?Eli, we?re going to be late for the party! Come on!
And, who was that?? She pointed to Javan, whose back was turned to
the bunch.
Eli smiled at her, ?Just someone who was commenting
on the engineering field and my notable marks.?
Javan?s ears
perked up, he smiled, and nodded as he moved off behind Mondale and
Trevell.
The boy was already learning the first tricks of
the trade.
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