[ussbansheec] How It's Going To Be...

How It's Going To Be...  
  by Admiral Sara Kaelyre and Lt. Cmdr. Christina McCarthey-Kitson
  
     Striding down the corridor Christina was ready for whatever came at her. 
Finding the assigned quarters she pressed the chime and waited. This could be 
interesting.      From the couch only one of the five Dachshunds barked to 
alert their mistress of the intrusion upon their time. Sara laughed as she 
glanced at Rajah, the oldest male and there by leader of the pack next to 
Duchess. "At ease old man." She told the black wire-hair with the brown beard. 
Rajah sat on the couch but his eyes never left the door. Sara rolled her eyes 
and chucked as she called out, "Enter," from her desk.      Sweeping through, 
Christina took in the striking woman behind the desk. "Lieutenant Commander 
McCarthey-Kitson Ma'am. Captain Wagner has assigned me as Liaison between the 
station and the Banshee Project."      "Did he now." Sara said brightly as she 
sat back in the desk chair and looked over the young woman. McCarthey hmm. 
"Guess he was more frightened by the dogs then I'd thought." She gl
 anced
 over at her small pack and watched as Rajah eyed the young lieutenant 
commander, as did the other four. Turning back to her visitor she smiled. "Well 
just don't stand there girl. Come in and sit down."      Taking a seat 
Christina smiled, "I don't think it's the dogs Ma'am, after all they are all of 
German descent. He wants to concertrate on the other situation."      "The 
court martial of the young marine." Sara nodded as she poured fresh Delosian 
tea for them both from her Nana Kathryn's tea service. As she handed the girl 
one of the cups she looked her over a little better. There was a striking 
resemblance to the elder McCarthey admiral, but the girl had a stunning look 
all on her. The faintest of small smiles pulled on her lips. She could almost 
hear Annie moaning and scolding her for checking the young woman out. I'm 
married to my Imzadi, little one, and I love her completely. She laughed on 
more then one occasion. But I am not dead.      Accepting the tea Christina sta
 rted in,
 "First off Ma'am, what can you tell me so far. I've just returned from an 
enforced vacation and am a little out of the loop."      Scanning her desk for 
a certain PADD, Sara sipped her tea before bringing the younger woman up to 
speed.      "While patrolling the badlands the USS Banshee-C," Every time she 
said it the pain in her heart spiked and the emptiness in her mind where 
Annie's presence should be echoed, "was pulled into a temporal wormhole." 
Finding the PADD she was looking for, Sara handed it to the girl and went on to 
explain everything they knew. It didn't take long, they didn't know a whole 
hell of a lot. "We've hope though. The man who invented the way to open the 
wormholes is on the Tempest, the Fenchurch is combing the area and might have 
something, and I received a message from Commodore McEntire telling me that one 
of the young scientists has a workable theory."      Why Captain Garrity didn't 
tell her this Sara still didn't understand, but news was news and
  hope
 was hope.      "Good, and we can be sure the problem is being worked at the 
other end. The question that came up when talking to the Captain is what 
provisions have been made for when we get them back. This has had serious 
repercussions throughout the 'Fleet."      "And beyond." Sara sighed. "From my 
understanding there's at least one high ranking officer of Romulan heritage on 
Banshee. Plus the children and grandchildren of officers higher ranking than 
even my wife or me. Once the Banshee is found it will be brought back here, 
families will be notified the moment we have word from Captains Davis and Hale 
and there will be transports to bring them here as well. We've not planned 
further then that. What is it that your looking for, Commander?"      "Well the 
specific query concerns counselling provisions, the station staff in this area 
is somewhat sparse."      Sara nodded her understanding. "I've sent for the 
chair of the counselling department at S.F.M, as well as several o
 thers." 
     Christina sipped her tea, "That was the primary concern. How many people 
are we expecting for the project as accommodations need sorting out."      
"Around twenty-five of my people, plus whomever the Garrity foundation will be 
using." Sara answered as one of the dogs trotted over to her for a treat. 
Reaching into a small box on the desk Sara pulled out a red milk-bone and 
handed it to the dog without looking away from Christina.      The XO blew out 
her cheeks, "That's a pretty tall order. Will the Foundation liaise with the 
station through you or is there somebody else I'll need to speak with?"      
"Deep Space Vega Prime is not only in the middle of everything Federation, 
Commander, it's also our largest and most high tech and top of the line 
station. I don't see how this project will be that tall of an order." Sara 
replied, her voice even yet unyielding. "And everything about this project 
comes through me."      Christina bit her tongue, Don't antagonise for no good r
 eason. "
 Yes Ma'am, I am well aware of the stations capabilities. It's just making 
everything fit together nicely. Some well established people and projects are 
going to need reshuffling, and as you know the organic part of any equation is 
always the most troublesome."      "Yes, but I know you and your staff will do 
well." Sara refilled her cup and then wrapped her hands around it. "My people 
will work seamlessly with yours."      She stifled a laugh, "Seamlessly? That 
will be novel Ma'am."      Sara put her cup down and looked at the Lt. 
Commander in a way few people expected from such demur looking woman. "That is 
not a wish or hopeful thinking, Ms. McCarthey-Kitson. This project will run as 
smoothly and as pristine as a surgical bay. Those who can't follow along will 
be replaced and those who can't be replaced will forfeit other things. Pips are 
removable."      "Indeed Ma'am, I'll make sure that people are well-informed of 
the situation."      Sara nodded, a soft smile on her li
 ps.
 "Good, now if there's nothing else, Commander?"      "I don't believe so 
Ma'am."      "Then we'll meet again tomorrow afternoon." Sara replied as she 
picked one of her dogs up and placed it in her lap. "I'd like a look around."   
   Christina nodded, "As you wish. If there's anything else I can do.."    
  "I'll let you know." Sara said with a soft smile. "Dismissed, Commander." 


"If there's nothing wrong with me... maybe there's something wrong with the 
universe!" 
~ Dr Beverly Crusher (ST:TNG, Remember Me)



                
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