Intel... There Goes the Neighborhood
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Posted May 19, 2020, 9:12 p.m. by Captain Arialla Bovar (Captain) (Melissa Aragon)
Posted by Commander Wulf Baumann (Intel Officer) in Post Sim - Intel? There Goes The Neighborhood
Posted by Captain Arialla Bovar (Captain) in Post Sim - Intel? There Goes The Neighborhood
Posted by Commander Wulf Baumann (Intel Officer) in Post Sim - Intel? There Goes The Neighborhood
Posted by Captain Arialla Bovar (Captain) in Post Sim - Intel? There Goes The Neighborhood
Posted by Commander Wulf Baumann (Intel Officer) in Post Sim - Intel? There Goes The Neighborhood
Baumann went back to his (now much larger) quarters and changed into his uniform. Making sure it was squared away, he left and made his way to the bridge. Stepping onto it, he felt the familiarity of the space and suppressed a small smile. Turning, he went to the Captain’s Ready Room door and pressed the chime.
Baumann, Intel
Since there wasn’t anything pressing, she had her feet curled up under her as she sat on the chair sipping her tea. The short black ankle boots were tipped over, forgotten, on the floor under her chair. Without looking up from her PaDD, she called out. “COME” she hollered, half expecting it to be her cook with dinner. The poor man was determined to make her fat.
Ari
CO
The door slid open and in came Baumann. He moved towards her desk and said simply and his typical nonplussed fashion “Captain. Commander Baumann reporting.” and he looked down at her. “It is good to see you again, Captain.”
Baumann, Intel
She smiled up at him. She had calmed down since their talk that afternoon. She rose up and motioned for him to have a seat as she padded silently to the small alcove to make them a drink. She was still a bit standoffish. He had sent her an anonymous letter to meet ‘someone’ on the surface. He had then risen from the pool at her feet like some aquatic phoenix rising from the dead. She had been so dumbfounded and shocked, she had fallen over. The rest of the short time hadn’t been much better.
He had told her of his position and his choice to volunteer to be here, on the Bonnie. But then had cracked a joke by forming it as a delicate matter. She had been infuriated. She had shoved the table into his chest and stormed off. She loved him… had loved him… whatever. And yet once more, here he stood with Captain and Commander on his lips instead of Ari … or even Bovar…
If he wanted to be formal, she would be formal. “It’s good to have you back… I’m sure several people on the ship will be happy to see you.” She turned back to him and moved to set a cup of black coffee before him. “I trust you are still a coffee drinker? I had some set in to the galley. Not sure how long it will last you. But it’s yours alone to do as you wish with.” She curled a leg back under her and sat in her chair.
Ari
CO
“Thank you, Captain. I’m glad to be back aboard. And yes, I have seen a few smiles from some of the old crew. It’s good to see them… all of them.” he said and took a seat as she sat.
He lifted the coffee to his lips and took a sip. Nodding in approval, he said “Do you want to discuss the particulars of my posting? To make sure we are on the same page, as it were. I know that the orders from my superiors can be a bit… vague… at times. Or we can wait if you want to bring in your new XO for the discussion… Commander Millet, I believe it is?”
Baumann, Intel
“No… this is between us. This is my ship. He’ll know cause he has to. But it’s always been about us.” She picked up her lavender tea and took a deep inhaled smell of it before she calmed down. “I’m sorry. I realize we ‘need’ an Intel Officer. The last Mission proved that. But the letters from the Admiral were vague. On purpose I am sure.” She couldn’t bring herself to take a sip, so she merely held the cup and looked at him.
“So why are you here?” She leaned back in the chair to try and get comfortable.
Ari
CO
Baumann looked at her and responded as if he was expecting the question. “Because Fleet decided you need an Intel representative, and I knew that they just couldn’t put any random operative here and have it work. Your command style isn’t… compatible… with being kept in the dark. Even though sometimes that will be exactly what must be done. So there needs to be a certain level of trust before anyone was posted here. And while I may be mistaken… I hope I have earned at least that much.”
Baumann, Intel
She inhaled deeply and smiled. It was a peek at her old self. “Yes, Wulf… you have my trust. You always have. Or at least, for as long as I can remember.” She looked at him and shook her head. The edges of her lips curled up. “You know I won’t like being in the dark....” She asked it as if to remind him how stubborn she could be. “And I’ll say things I don’t really mean, to get that information from you. You know that.” She looked and waited for his response. They were kind of on equal footing. She had info she wouldn’t always make him privy to. And unfortunately, he would sometimes have things he wouldn’t be able to tell her. They both hated it… but it was what it was.
Ari
CO
He chuckled slightly and said “I am quite aware of your powers of persuasion, Ari. Another reason I requested the posting. It wouldnt do to have you compromise operational security because you couldn’t let go of a question.” and he smiled at her. “Just know that when I can share, I will. And when I cannot, I will not. But I will never jeopardize the ship or any member of this crew without you knowing before hand. That… I promise you.”
Baumann, Intel
She nodded. “All right, hun… I believe you.” She didn’t realize the slip as she finally took a sip of her tea. “So you being here was to be sure I didn’t seduce, or slay, some poor sop who wasn’t looking out for it. That what you are telling me, Wulf?” She laughed. It was a start.
Ari
CO
Wulf looked at her and said “Something like that, yes.” and he smiled and took a drink of his coffee. “Now as to the particulars, if you care to?”
Baumann, Intel
She laughed. “I thought you’d never ask. Please…” She nodded to him and picked her foot up to rest her heel on the edge of her seat. It was almost off putting, since she was in uniform. The juxtaposition of the strict tunic and pants with the lazy mode of her posture. Her crew was used to it, because in public, she was a stoic, capable, diplomatic Captain. In her private chambers, she was a scientist with a stylus in her hair, shoes kicked off and tea in her hand as she tapped away at her PaDD.
Ari
CO
Baumann was well aware of her… casual posture… and simply smiled inwardly. It was good to see her again. “Do you want my official orders, or my interpretation of said orders first, Captain?”
Baumann, Intel
She smiled. “Ok, I’ll be the Captain and say ‘official first’. That way if I’m ever questioned, I can say I knew what they were. Then I want your interpretation. That, to me, is the one that will matter most because it will drive your behavior and actions. Not the official words.” She knew him as well. And it was almost like old times…
Almost…
Ari
CO
Baumann nodded once on understanding. “I have been assigned as the Intelligence Officer for the SS Binaventure for an undetermined period. I am subject to recall at the discretion and direction of Star Fleet Intelligence. While I an assigned to the Bonaventure, I am not an official member of the crew. My presence is a courtesy to the ship and to the Fleet Admiralty, but I must stress that my direct orders come from neither of those august bodies. My duties will be to provide the Command staff, at my discretion, access to current or recent intelligence information pertinent to the ships mission and any endeavors taken on. I will be responsible for gathering and dissemination intelligence in all forms to Star Fleet Intelligence, and to conduct such operations as I am directed or as I deem essential. I have the authority via Star Fleet Regulation 9717.d slash 6 A to conscript or utilize any material or crew necessary to complete my missions. This does not require the approval of the ship’s Captain or Command staff, however those personnel can request a stay by contacting Intelligence Section directly. I am to obtain intelligence in any way I deem necessary. And identified threat to the Fleet or the Federation will be sent immediately to SF Intelligence for verification. In the event a threat is imminent, I have the authority to neutralize that threat in the most efficient manner possible.” and he took a sip of coffee.
“My view of those orders is I’m supposed to do my job, but try not to step on my own privates by making the crew and Command staff hate me.” he finished with a slight smile at the corner of his eyes.
Baumann, Intel
She nodded at the official report and laughed. “In other words, I messed up and got too involved in the last mission occupants. I need someone to step in, tell me they are the enemy and to shoot. Right?” It was good-natured, but she knew. She had crossed the line and gotten far too involved. Even Baumann, back then, had had his trepidation. And she had plowed on…
She smiled. “I can say, from this ‘Command Staff’, I could never hate you. Though I am sure I could, perhaps, muster enough energy and upset to be ‘mad’. Will that suffice?” She laughed slightly.
Ari
CO
Baumann waved and said “Only if I step on my own di… er, foot.” and he laughed softly. Looking at her he turned slightly more somber. “I know it’s not an ideal situation. But I will do my best to make it as painless and uncomplicated as I can.”
Baumann, Intel
She put her tea on the table and dropped her foot, pulling her seat closer to the table. She reached over and set her hand on top of his. “Wulf… you have always meant a lot to me. You did before you left. And seeing you alive, you still do. This is only going to be painful if you let it.” She smiled and looked at him. “Complicated I can’t always help. And yes, perhaps a bit painless,” she looked down and shook her head. “But you are a lode stone that kept me, and by that logic, this ship, on an even keel. I will thank the Admiralty and all those that don’t actually exist,” she laughed and winked, “that they put you back on my ship.”
She looked him and minute and smiled. “That being said… my first order for joining this crew once more… dinner, tomorrow night. My quarters. No uniforms and I expect you to bring a bottle of whatever is stashed in those personal crates you have.” She winked cause she knew he had something with him. “Understood… Commander?” She smiled and nodded to him, her hand squeezing his slightly.
Ari
CO
“Perfectly, Captain. Twenty hundred ships time would be ideal, if that suits your schedule.” and he stood up and extended his hand. “I will meet with the XO and explain my presence here as I did with you. My experience so far has been that Executive Officers need a bit more… reassurance… than some.” and he smiled. “Until tomorrow night, then. I look forward to it, Ari.” he added with a brief smile.
Baumann, Intel
Ari smiled and took his hand between both of hers. “I have always trusted your judgement, Wulf… they were smart to let you take this post.” She lifted his hand and stepped closer. “Twenty Hundred is perfect. I’ll see you then.” She let go of his hand. If she hadn’t, she would have embarrassed herself.
Ari
CO
Baumann gave her a nod, his face expressionless as usual, and he turned and headed out the door. As he pressed the button for the lift, he looked around the bridge. Nodding to himself, he stepped in and went to his new quarters.
Baumann, Intel
Posted by Commander Wulf Baumann (Intel Officer) in Post Sim - Intel? There Goes The Neighborhood
Posted by Captain Arialla Bovar (Captain) in Post Sim - Intel? There Goes The Neighborhood
Posted by Commander Wulf Baumann (Intel Officer) in Post Sim - Intel? There Goes The Neighborhood
Posted by Captain Arialla Bovar (Captain) in Post Sim - Intel? There Goes The Neighborhood
Posted by Commander Wulf Baumann (Intel Officer) in Post Sim - Intel? There Goes The Neighborhood
Baumann went back to his (now much larger) quarters and changed into his uniform. Making sure it was squared away, he left and made his way to the bridge. Stepping onto it, he felt the familiarity of the space and suppressed a small smile. Turning, he went to the Captain’s Ready Room door and pressed the chime.
Baumann, Intel
Since there wasn’t anything pressing, she had her feet curled up under her as she sat on the chair sipping her tea. The short black ankle boots were tipped over, forgotten, on the floor under her chair. Without looking up from her PaDD, she called out. “COME” she hollered, half expecting it to be her cook with dinner. The poor man was determined to make her fat.
Ari
CO
The door slid open and in came Baumann. He moved towards her desk and said simply and his typical nonplussed fashion “Captain. Commander Baumann reporting.” and he looked down at her. “It is good to see you again, Captain.”
Baumann, Intel
She smiled up at him. She had calmed down since their talk that afternoon. She rose up and motioned for him to have a seat as she padded silently to the small alcove to make them a drink. She was still a bit standoffish. He had sent her an anonymous letter to meet ‘someone’ on the surface. He had then risen from the pool at her feet like some aquatic phoenix rising from the dead. She had been so dumbfounded and shocked, she had fallen over. The rest of the short time hadn’t been much better.
He had told her of his position and his choice to volunteer to be here, on the Bonnie. But then had cracked a joke by forming it as a delicate matter. She had been infuriated. She had shoved the table into his chest and stormed off. She loved him… had loved him… whatever. And yet once more, here he stood with Captain and Commander on his lips instead of Ari … or even Bovar…
If he wanted to be formal, she would be formal. “It’s good to have you back… I’m sure several people on the ship will be happy to see you.” She turned back to him and moved to set a cup of black coffee before him. “I trust you are still a coffee drinker? I had some set in to the galley. Not sure how long it will last you. But it’s yours alone to do as you wish with.” She curled a leg back under her and sat in her chair.
Ari
CO
“Thank you, Captain. I’m glad to be back aboard. And yes, I have seen a few smiles from some of the old crew. It’s good to see them… all of them.” he said and took a seat as she sat.
He lifted the coffee to his lips and took a sip. Nodding in approval, he said “Do you want to discuss the particulars of my posting? To make sure we are on the same page, as it were. I know that the orders from my superiors can be a bit… vague… at times. Or we can wait if you want to bring in your new XO for the discussion… Commander Millet, I believe it is?”
Baumann, Intel
“No… this is between us. This is my ship. He’ll know cause he has to. But it’s always been about us.” She picked up her lavender tea and took a deep inhaled smell of it before she calmed down. “I’m sorry. I realize we ‘need’ an Intel Officer. The last Mission proved that. But the letters from the Admiral were vague. On purpose I am sure.” She couldn’t bring herself to take a sip, so she merely held the cup and looked at him.
“So why are you here?” She leaned back in the chair to try and get comfortable.
Ari
CO
Baumann looked at her and responded as if he was expecting the question. “Because Fleet decided you need an Intel representative, and I knew that they just couldn’t put any random operative here and have it work. Your command style isn’t… compatible… with being kept in the dark. Even though sometimes that will be exactly what must be done. So there needs to be a certain level of trust before anyone was posted here. And while I may be mistaken… I hope I have earned at least that much.”
Baumann, Intel
She inhaled deeply and smiled. It was a peek at her old self. “Yes, Wulf… you have my trust. You always have. Or at least, for as long as I can remember.” She looked at him and shook her head. The edges of her lips curled up. “You know I won’t like being in the dark....” She asked it as if to remind him how stubborn she could be. “And I’ll say things I don’t really mean, to get that information from you. You know that.” She looked and waited for his response. They were kind of on equal footing. She had info she wouldn’t always make him privy to. And unfortunately, he would sometimes have things he wouldn’t be able to tell her. They both hated it… but it was what it was.
Ari
CO
He chuckled slightly and said “I am quite aware of your powers of persuasion, Ari. Another reason I requested the posting. It wouldnt do to have you compromise operational security because you couldn’t let go of a question.” and he smiled at her. “Just know that when I can share, I will. And when I cannot, I will not. But I will never jeopardize the ship or any member of this crew without you knowing before hand. That… I promise you.”
Baumann, Intel
She nodded. “All right, hun… I believe you.” She didn’t realize the slip as she finally took a sip of her tea. “So you being here was to be sure I didn’t seduce, or slay, some poor sop who wasn’t looking out for it. That what you are telling me, Wulf?” She laughed. It was a start.
Ari
CO
Wulf looked at her and said “Something like that, yes.” and he smiled and took a drink of his coffee. “Now as to the particulars, if you care to?”
Baumann, Intel
She laughed. “I thought you’d never ask. Please…” She nodded to him and picked her foot up to rest her heel on the edge of her seat. It was almost off putting, since she was in uniform. The juxtaposition of the strict tunic and pants with the lazy mode of her posture. Her crew was used to it, because in public, she was a stoic, capable, diplomatic Captain. In her private chambers, she was a scientist with a stylus in her hair, shoes kicked off and tea in her hand as she tapped away at her PaDD.
Ari
CO
Baumann was well aware of her… casual posture… and simply smiled inwardly. It was good to see her again. “Do you want my official orders, or my interpretation of said orders first, Captain?”
Baumann, Intel
She smiled. “Ok, I’ll be the Captain and say ‘official first’. That way if I’m ever questioned, I can say I knew what they were. Then I want your interpretation. That, to me, is the one that will matter most because it will drive your behavior and actions. Not the official words.” She knew him as well. And it was almost like old times…
Almost…
Ari
CO
Baumann nodded once on understanding. “I have been assigned as the Intelligence Officer for the SS Binaventure for an undetermined period. I am subject to recall at the discretion and direction of Star Fleet Intelligence. While I an assigned to the Bonaventure, I am not an official member of the crew. My presence is a courtesy to the ship and to the Fleet Admiralty, but I must stress that my direct orders come from neither of those august bodies. My duties will be to provide the Command staff, at my discretion, access to current or recent intelligence information pertinent to the ships mission and any endeavors taken on. I will be responsible for gathering and dissemination intelligence in all forms to Star Fleet Intelligence, and to conduct such operations as I am directed or as I deem essential. I have the authority via Star Fleet Regulation 9717.d slash 6 A to conscript or utilize any material or crew necessary to complete my missions. This does not require the approval of the ship’s Captain or Command staff, however those personnel can request a stay by contacting Intelligence Section directly. I am to obtain intelligence in any way I deem necessary. And identified threat to the Fleet or the Federation will be sent immediately to SF Intelligence for verification. In the event a threat is imminent, I have the authority to neutralize that threat in the most efficient manner possible.” and he took a sip of coffee.
“My view of those orders is I’m supposed to do my job, but try not to step on my own privates by making the crew and Command staff hate me.” he finished with a slight smile at the corner of his eyes.
Baumann, Intel
She nodded at the official report and laughed. “In other words, I messed up and got too involved in the last mission occupants. I need someone to step in, tell me they are the enemy and to shoot. Right?” It was good-natured, but she knew. She had crossed the line and gotten far too involved. Even Baumann, back then, had had his trepidation. And she had plowed on…
She smiled. “I can say, from this ‘Command Staff’, I could never hate you. Though I am sure I could, perhaps, muster enough energy and upset to be ‘mad’. Will that suffice?” She laughed slightly.
Ari
CO
Baumann waved and said “Only if I step on my own di… er, foot.” and he laughed softly. Looking at her he turned slightly more somber. “I know it’s not an ideal situation. But I will do my best to make it as painless and uncomplicated as I can.”
Baumann, Intel
She put her tea on the table and dropped her foot, pulling her seat closer to the table. She reached over and set her hand on top of his. “Wulf… you have always meant a lot to me. You did before you left. And seeing you alive, you still do. This is only going to be painful if you let it.” She smiled and looked at him. “Complicated I can’t always help. And yes, perhaps a bit painless,” she looked down and shook her head. “But you are a lode stone that kept me, and by that logic, this ship, on an even keel. I will thank the Admiralty and all those that don’t actually exist,” she laughed and winked, “that they put you back on my ship.”
She looked him and minute and smiled. “That being said… my first order for joining this crew once more… dinner, tomorrow night. My quarters. No uniforms and I expect you to bring a bottle of whatever is stashed in those personal crates you have.” She winked cause she knew he had something with him. “Understood… Commander?” She smiled and nodded to him, her hand squeezing his slightly.
Ari
CO
“Perfectly, Captain. Twenty hundred ships time would be ideal, if that suits your schedule.” and he stood up and extended his hand. “I will meet with the XO and explain my presence here as I did with you. My experience so far has been that Executive Officers need a bit more… reassurance… than some.” and he smiled. “Until tomorrow night, then. I look forward to it, Ari.” he added with a brief smile.
Baumann, Intel
Ari smiled and took his hand between both of hers. “I have always trusted your judgement, Wulf… they were smart to let you take this post.” She lifted his hand and stepped closer. “Twenty Hundred is perfect. I’ll see you then.” She let go of his hand. If she hadn’t, she would have embarrassed herself.
Ari
CO
Baumann gave her a nod, his face expressionless as usual, and he turned and headed out the door. As he pressed the button for the lift, he looked around the bridge. Nodding to himself, he stepped in and went to his new quarters.
Baumann, Intel