<FWG> (Section 31) "The Mysterious Fourth"

  • From: Brad Ruder <kylepiercecpa@xxxxxxxxx>
  • To: fwgalaxy@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
  • Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2007 17:07:13 -0800 (PST)

Editor's Note: This log takes place before the log entitled, "Air."
  From Section 31...
  "The Mysterious Fourth"
  by Vector
  He blinked. "They want me to do what?" 
  "They want you to assume the role of Chief Security Officer of the 
delegation. Specifically requested by the lead Ambassador himself. Don?t ask me 
why, or any of the details, you know about as much of it as I do." The shadow 
on the screen spoke with hesitation. It was quite funny actually. A daunting 
figure as ever was speaking with uncertainty. That was enough to even scare 
  "But... I don?t understand. Isn?t someone here more qualified?"
  "As a Section 31 agent, there is technically no one more qualified than you, 
but since they don?t know that I would assume they have some ulterior motive 
for elevating you to such a position." The tone of seriousness and 
professionalism had returned. 
  "Should I be worried about possible exposure?"
  "Doubtful. These Gusmati are smart, we won?t deny that, but I think they are 
still unaware of such a group within the government they?re pledging. If they 
are aware of us, this would be the first move of showing it." The figure on the 
screen clasped his hands on the desk, the pale skin becoming minutely 
illuminated in the waxing light. "Proceed as directed. Accept the position, but 
be weary."
  Vector was confused by the order. "Sir, with all due respect, wouldn?t it be 
more beneficial for this mission for me to remain in a position in which I can 
watch from afar? To be so thoroughly engrossed in the goings on here would put 
me in a precarious position."
  "I?m aware, but that doesn?t negate the fact that there could?ve been a 
reason for them appointing you to this post. This is a personal request of the 
Ambassador. I think that..."
  "I disagree, sir."
  "I don?t care if you disagree, Vector, you will accept this assignment and 
continue your mission as already laid out. It would also behoove you to contact 
your associate in San Francisco. From the information that I?ve gathered from 
my other contacts, things have gotten quite interesting for her." There was 
almost a smirk that tainted the words he spoke, "Things are unraveling quickly. 
Good luck."
  The screen went blank and Vector sighed, leaning back in his chair. Why was 
it always him? Things were unraveling quickly, he would agree to that, but he 
disagreed with the timeliness in which events were occurring. It was all 
happening faster than he liked.
  The offices that he had only seen once had suddenly became his own. The 
people looked at him differently, judging him he was sure, but there was a 
different air of respect. He was no longer the new guy; well, he was, but now 
he was in control. Had the power. And, the office.
  The doors parted and he was met with a hushed silence. A pin could?ve 
dropped, through a crack in the floor, down six stories, into a bucket of 
cotton balls, and it still could?ve resonated in the soundless void. Striding 
in, PADD in hand, he was met with awkward glances and beelined for his office. 
Not looking back he stepped across the threshold and welcomed the hissing of 
the doors sealing behind him.
  How would they take to him being fresh to the crew? Would they follow him? 
That part didn?t matter to Vector, they would follow him regardless of whether 
they wanted to or not - that was how Starfleet worked. The command structure 
was instilled to be the guide. It was how he led them that would be the 
  His first mission, however, was to go through all of his predecessor?s 
information to see if the man had anything worth salvaging. Given the emotional 
state of the man to take his own life, Vector assumed that it would be in a 
foreign language or gibberish. Already tired of being in charge, Jazon 
Rutherford slid in front of his new console and activated the files.
  "Welcome, due to security procedures, and privacy for the dearly departed, 
Starfleet regulations have called for a complete clearance of this console?s 
  The words flashed on the screen, mocking him. The words ?dearly departed? 
though scrawled across the screen, still managed to hold a bit of sarcasm. The 
regulation was rarely enforced, from what he could remember from studying them, 
and given this situation it probably would?ve been overruled by rule of a 
psychologist or Admiral anyway. Why hadn?t he been informed of the clean sweep?
  "Computer, run a recovery program of the defragmented files."
  "Unable to comply, defragmented files have been established in a security 
locked grid."
  "Under whose authority?" 
  "Unable to comply, access to that information is restricted."
  He didn?t have time for the conversational hoops with the computer. He pulled 
the metallic device from his pocket, that device that did everything and more, 
and placed it on the console. "Computer, interface with portable device and run 
a standard security program."
  The screen flickered as his device overrode the protocols interred to keep 
whatever information was left a secret. Within a minute the information was 
sprawling itself across the screen as if it wanted to be read. Vector chuckled 
to himself; technology was grand, but the deception of knowing no one else 
(other than the Section?s operatives) had it. 
  Pouring through the data took him almost a full hour. There were personal 
logs and crewmen evaluations, security procedure ideas, engagements that Sedge 
Lindway thought were ridiculous, and even some recipes that his wife held dear; 
however, it was the end of the information that caught Vector?s eyes the most. 
A file marked "Confidential". There would?ve been a security code on it, no 
doubt, but the metallic device was one step ahead of it, accessing it easily.
  That was when the raging waters of Niagra Falls started pouring. It would 
appear that Lt. Commander Sedge Lindway, minus the fact that he was old, still 
had a young mind when it came to pointing out things that were wrong. The man 
had done extensive research into the Gusmati and their delegation. Lindway was 
sure they were not all that they seemed.
  "Computer, access file notated ?Gusmati Species?."
  What followed as a complete summary of the Gusmati species, dating as far 
back as when the Federation first heard of them. The caste system in the 
Gusmati species was fairly basic, three separate sects living in almost perfect 
  The water dwellers, which appeared to be so few in numbers that the other 
Gusmati rarely paid any attention to them as being actually existent. Back in 
the earliest days of the civilization, the species was considered to be of 
almost royalty due to their link to the ocean. Their lungs, according to the 
medical diagnoses in the files, had evolved to filter the oxygen from the water 
for undersea living.
  The land dwellers built gigantic caverns under some of the most populated 
cities, establishing themselves as a culture to be reckoned with, and were 
welcomed into the fray as prominent members of society. The cities above, 
according to lore, connected with the cities below to meld into one huge 
  The third category was the basic humanoid Gusmati that everyone knows and 
loves today. But what struck Vector the most about the society?s three specific 
classifications of its people was the fourth file that was locked, encrypted, 
double encoded, and scrambled. 
  "What the hell?" He tapped his device as if would do any good. "Computer, 
download encrypted file to this PADD." He moved a PADD to the console and 
stored the information there.
  "Ensign Mavir."
  A young brown-skinned officer leaned in, "Yes, sir?"
  "Take this to the computer specialists, have them break into this file. I 
don?t want them to read it, just get it open so I can."
  "Yes, sir."
  And the young ensign went.
  "Why would anyone want to encrypt information about a species? background?"

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