[USS Tempest] New Orders

New Orders 
By Admiral Fishler and Jord
 
 
 
Off the main promenade of Deep Space 9 the crowds thinned immensely and became 
almost entirely Starfleet uniforms. Jord still kept his cloak around him and 
hood on as he made his way to Admiral Fishler's office. The Admiral had 
transferred him from Starbase 4 only to not reveal any sort of assignment. 
However Jord was thankful that the Admiral had requested to see him soon after 
he had arrived. While walking around in his normal uniform on Starbase 4 was 
alright, here so close to the wormhole it would not be safe yet, at least not 
until he found out why he was here. They're were enough memories from his 
original of this place. 
 
Rounding a corner Jord found himself standing in front of a door and he could 
hear Admiral Fishler's voice on the side. Probably rambling on to himself, the 
foolish human. Jord had found this Admiral to do that quite often, either that 
or he thoroughly enjoyed making personal log entries for he never heard another 
voice. Then again, this man does know how to use the system and those in it to 
his advantage. He smiled to himself as he rung the chime. 
 
"Enter."  Sebastian lazed back in his chair, a smug little smile playing over 
his lips.  
 
Jord walked in and waited until the door closed behind him to remove his hood. 
He saluted the Admiral and stood at attention. "You requested to see me 
Admiral?" 
 
"Very true.  Sit down."  His smile spread into a grin.  "Your career to date is 
impressive, Ensign.  You have served with Starfleet for how long now?" 
 
Jord looked around and thought for a moment. "Four years since my graduation at 
the Academy. I've served as assistant and acting chief operations officer at 
Starbase 4 since my graduation," he looked back over to Fishler in the eyes, 
"and supplied Starfleet and yourself with all of my knowledge regarding 
Dominion Fleet locations and plans known to me while I was in the Academy." 
 
"And you've done tremendously well, I must say."  Sebastian glanced at his 
PADD.  "You're still an Ensign, tut-tut.  I think the first thing we can do is 
promote you."  Tossing the PADD at Jord, he raised an eyebrow.  "How would you 
like to go home?" 
 
He chuckled as he grabbed the PADD. "I don't really have a home, at least not 
in the normal sense that your species refers to it as." Skimming down the PADD, 
his eyes widened. "Your the Admiral in charge of this ship I imagine?" 
 
"Of course I am.  And now you're her Chief of Operations and main Helmsman.  
Their mission is to explore the Gamma Quadrant, so let me ask you again: would 
you like to go home?" 
 
Jord smiled to himself. Either this man simply wants me out of the picture 
since the war is over, or he really believes that my knowledge of the region 
will be helpful. Regardless I'll be going so that doesn't really matter. "Well, 
I do believe that I will be going 'home' then Admiral." He nodded as he IDed 
the PADD. 
 
"Good," Sebastian relaxed a little.  "And as our Vorta Ambassador, you will, of 
course, keep me informed of all things that happen on board, yes?"  
 
Inwardly Jord laughed. Word had spread of this infamous Captain Lindsey Craig 
and her inquires. Jord had tried to keep himself up to date on what was going 
on within the Federation, he had free time and information is a key element to 
power. So aside from being a perfect choice for this role, the Admiral was 
expecting Jord to keep him informed of any... discontent among the crew. "But 
of course Admiral. My orders due have me reporting to you as well as the 
Captain, so when I have anything important to note you be informed as quickly 
as possible." He smiled innocently. 
 
"Hmm, I think I would like a regular report on ALL goings-on, if that's not too 
much trouble, Lieutenant," Fishler said snidely.  "Remember who sponsored you 
through the Academy and who has supported you throughout all of your career.  
Do not take me for granted, Mr. Jord, or you will find yourself unexpectedly 
friendless, am I understood?"  
 
"Perfectly understood Admiral. You will receive a regular report reporting all 
happenings onboard the ship." He nodded. He had not forgotten his place, nor 
the fact that Fishler was the sole reason he wasnâ??t executed outright eight 
years ago. 
 
"Good.  Now go away, I'm sure there are many things that you are required to 
do, like report to the Captain and such."  He made a shooing motion with his 
hand, his eyes already on the next report on his console.  
 
Standing, Jord saluted the Admiral and exited, PADD in hand. He donned his 
cloak and made his way back to his temporary quarters. No matter if I ever 
become a Fleet Admiral one day, the treatment I receive will most likely be the 
same.

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