ILLUMINARRPG: (5-0717) SFI - Lt. Michael Weston

[Al Muir]

Mission:  For Honor

Day: 5

Stardate: 2446.04.29


(Qo’nos - Visitor’s Chambers - SFI - Lt.  Michael Weston - 0717)


Once the accusation had been made Weston didn’t really feel comfortable leaving with the question or doubt hanging over him. The initial suspect just seemed too obvious so he knew that there was a problem with it. He had decided to spend the evening on Qo'nos going through his data to see if he had missed anything.


It had been a fairly restless night. Klingon beds weren’t the most comfortable but he’d slept on worse. The halls of the capital building were rarely silent and Klingons could be heard yelling at all hours. But that still wasn’t what kept disturbing his sleep.  He could not get his mind to stop mulling over the prospect that one of the ambassadors was not, exactly, who he claimed to be.


Someone was hiding the truth from him, and he could not rest until he figured out who it was. To be honest, Riven Mias was easiest to rule out. His reputation precedes him, and he was always with others when not occupied with the team.


Setan was as enigmatic as any Vulcan. Who knew what his motivation was for this venture. Perhaps it truly was for peace between the two governments. And then there was Quentin McKenzie. He was the most vocal over how these negotiations should have taken place and his prospects of the unlikely success of them.


His musings were interrupted by a beep of his comm badge.


=^=Dyson to Weston.=^=



~Dyson?  Why would he be contacting him now?~ “Weston here, go ahead.”



=^=Can you meet me at holodeck one at oh-nine-hundred ?  There have been developments regarding Project Longinquus.=^=


Michael looked puzzled. ~Project Longiquus?  What in the world is that?  Is he part of a project?~  He had talked with Dyson about helping him retrieve his daughter, but they really hadn’t spoken of it since they left Earth. When did it become a project?


He tapped his comm badge, “Sorry Alex, I’m a little occupied right now. If this is about your daughter it will have to wait until I’m done. I can’t guarantee when that will be.”


=^=Understood, Dyson out.=^=


The channel closed leaving Michael with too many questions. ~Project Longiquus?~


Putting that in the back of his mind he left his place of solitude and contemplation and joined the group.


“Soooo,” he began, “what’s the plan?”


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(posted by Al Muir)



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