<USS Avalon> "The Searching" - The Conclusion
- From: "Brad Ruder" <groundzero@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
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- Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 22:20:14 -0800
“The Searching” - The Conclusion
by Commander Javan Sierra
The shuttle idled into the shuttlebay, having traversed space to dock with the USS Avalon. Petty Officer 2nd Class Lol Kendrick, restricted to the aft compartment by a forcefield, finally stepped off the shuttle and onto the solid surface of the Avalon’s shuttlebay. Sighing, he was passed off from Javan to the other security officers on board who disappeared into the ship.
“It’ll be a relief to have this chapter of the Avalon closed up, wouldn’t you say?” Javan said, running a hand over his neck as he walked out with his companions. “We can go back to the normal routine of things.”
Ryan smiled, tossing his bag over his shoulder, “Like anything on this ship is ever classified as normal. Come on, Savvy is on the ship after all?” He shot her a grin,
Blushing, Savannah moved into the corridor and towards the turbolift. She had been visibly distant after they had left Starbase 33. Whatever had happened to her mentally during that brief moment when Javan asked her to take the helm, neither he or Ryan was quite sure, but it had impacted her life more than anyone could imagine. “Thanks, Ryan...I think.”
“You bet. I’m going to grab some food, you want to join me?”
Savannah stopped and looked at him, “Are you sure? After all, someone as weird as I am may damage your credibility with your friends. Oh, wait...”
“I don’t have friends, ha ha,” Ryan countered as the turbolift shuddered to a halt at their location and welcomed them with a hissing resonance. “Come on, we can talk about all the things that are better with Covert Ops than standard security.”
“You’re an arrogant punk, you know that?” She smiled and nodded as she stepped in the lift after him. “That’s why I love you though, someone has to take the pressure off me. Plus, I realize that hanging out with a Junior Lieutenant could do wonders for your image.”
“My image, huh? Well, hanging out with an ensign would do great for yours too.”
“Shut up.”
“You shut up...” The doors slid closed and the lift moved off.
Javan readjusted the bag on his shoulder and smirked, “Thanks for the invitation,” he said to himself, “but I’m not quite famished after a long trek. I think I’ll retire to my quarters from some replicated slop and some even worse alcohol. No, go on ahead, I’ll be fine.”
A passing crewmen looked at him funny.
*********
Reports. They were the worst thing to come out of intellectual development ever. Such tediousness when the best way to describe what had happened was to just tell someone. Javan hated paperwork and he felt that there should’ve been a Starfleet division to handle just that type of thing. Ensign Blah Blah who would be your official report-taker. Seemed efficient, to say the least.
“I’ve repeated myself for like the fourth time,” Javan said to himself as he tossed the storage unit across the room and onto the couch. “They’re going to get bored and they’re just going to ask me anyway, so why bother with a stupid report?”
He suddenly became aware he was talking to himself.
It was quite simple to begin with. There wasn’t much fabricating that he was going to have to do. He dispersed his team to cover more terrain - not unusual in such operations involving Covert Ops - and he found the perpetrator before anyone else had. A scuffle had ensued in which Javan had used necessary force to taken Mr. Kendricks into custody. He still had the bruise to prove it.
Javan ran a tender hand across his jawline and felt the bruise that had erupted on his chin. The young man had a hell of a right cross and he was sporting the evidence of it. The kid was young - probably the youngest that Javan had seen as an agent of the Section - and Javan surmised that to receive proper training the kid would had to have started training when he was fifteen, at the latest.
He knew that Lol Kendrick wouldn’t spend any time in a Federation prison. Javan also was aware that the minute he was picked up by Starfleet security he would disappear with his security detachment to some unknown location and the mystery surrounding Lol Kendrick would be forever engraved in Starfleet history forever. It was a vicious never-ending cycle.
The universe worked in mysterious ways and there were so many that Javan figured that there was no way to understand them. So, when he made the finishing touches on the report he sent it to Ketchum for review and laid down on the couch. Putting a weary hand over his face, Javan drifted off to sleep in peace; well, whatever Section 31 agents can call peace after a successful mission.
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