ILLUMINARRPG: (1-1300) Station CO - Captain Casian Dahr

[Al Muir]

Mission: The Tholian Brief

Day:1

Stardate: 2446.09.10

(Starbase Freedom - Level 11 - Main Medical Center- Station CO  - Captain
Casian Dahr - 1300)

When Dahr heard that the CMO from the Illuminar had turned up to collect
her fallen officer he was a little surprised. They weren’t expected for
another hour. The fact that she was trying to get him released was another
surprise. He was their only living witness to the attack.

Such incursions, though not every day, had become more frequent since he
had taken over the base a few months ago. And this Michael Weston wasn’t
going anywhere until he’d had a chance to chat with him. After all, he was
the only one caught up in the explosion on a promenade that was not empty.
The Trill was not one to live with coincidences.

When Weston arrived three days ago he hadn’t checked in with anyone. It
took some doing to identify him at all. His file had been tagged highly
classified. He was only able to get what he got because of his own status.
Then, what he got was so heavily redacted that it read like random words
written in pages. However the last thing he read in the file thrilled him
even less.

Michael Weston is currently considered an unreliable source of information
and is not longer considered a viable operative for Starfleet Intelligence.

He’d been burned and was now hiding out on the Illuminar for the past six
months. Now Dahr was not familiar with Captain Sekal, but he did know his
father, Saleke. If the son was anything like his father he would not have
suffered someone like that without a reason. It wasn’t the number one
reason, but it was at the top of a short list of reasons Dahr didn’t just
jettison him out of an air lock already.

He wasn’t fond of the Intelligence community.  They served a purpose, but
the general way that they served that purpose didn’t usually sit well with
Dahr.  and this Weston seemed to be the same.  He brought with him a ship
load of trouble.  The fact that he didn’t make two days on his station
before things began to explode around him.  He did take the precaution of
bringing his chief of security with him.

They stepped into the Medical Center and he looked around for Peele.  A
nurse indicated to her office and Dahr made his way there.  He stepped
inside.

“Doctor,” he said, announcing his presence.

“Captain,” Peele replied.  She looked at Samuels and nodded.  “I think we
can step down from DefConn 4, sir.  I don’t think the Illuminar is here for
trouble.  Just an overly concerned CMO and her… well, I might as well say
it… her romantic entanglement.”

“But he is awake?” Hank Samuels asked, always the consummate security chief.

“Yes, Lt. Samuels,” she said, a little exasperated, “he is awake, and you
can talk to him.”

“Good,” the security chief said and headed out the office.

Dahr and Peele followed as Casian asked, “How is he doing?”

“Surprisingly well,” she replied. “His injuries have all, for the most
part, healed. He doesn’t seem to have any long lasting affects of the
concussion. I get the impression that he kept himself in that coma so his
body could heal quickly.”

Dahr stoped and looked at her in surprise as she answered the lol, “No,
he’s most assuredly not Vulcan. But it seems to be something like that.”

They continued walking. “And it’s just too damn convenient that he woke up
just as Dr. Solice arrived.”

“Almost like he planned it?” Dahr asked.

“Maybe,” Peele agreed. “But how would he know she’d come.”

“How indeed?” the Trill asked, more to himself than to her.

As they entered the room Peele noted that the two security people from the
Illuminar were no longer there.  She assumed they were inside but when they
went in they were gone.

Dahr stepped forward, Lt. Michael Weston, I’m Captain Casian Dahr, the CO
of this station.”

Michael struggles to sit up a little better. “Captain Dahr, yes, of course.
It’s an honor to meet you.  I’d stand but I’m afraid one of these doctors
would throw me back down on this bio-bed in a most inglorious manner.”

Dahr nodded and stepped up to the bed to shake the man’s hand. He was, if
nothing else, quite personable. “No need for that. I’ve been intrigued to
meet you as well.”

“Intrigued?” Weston looked at the Trill with curiosity. “Not sure I’m worth
all that consideration.”

“Well ,you’ve gotten the attention of my security people,” he motioned his
head towards Samuels.

“I guess it’s not every day someone blows someone up on your station,”
Michael said, trying to keep the conversation light.

“More often than one might think,” Dahr admitted.

Samuels stepped forward and interrupted, “I’m thinking that you might have
an eye for detail that others might not notice.  Did you see anything odd
before the explosion?”

Michael shook his head, “It’s still all kinda fuzzy. I was just there for a
cup of coffee. Really.”

“What brings you to Freedom?” Samuels asked.

“Just doing some research,” Michael said.

“Research?  What kind of research could you possibly be doing on a
diplomatic starbase?”

“Just some stuff for a report I’m working on,” he replied, not committing
himself any further.

The security chief wasn’t going to be put off that easily. “What kind of a
report?”


“I’m sorry,” Michael said, sounding confused, “why would that be important?”

“To be honest, you show up in the company of a known Andorian spy, sporting
some serious injuries that appear to have been given to you by Klingons,
and then you are caught in an explosion.  Excuse me if I’m curious.”

Michael thought for a moment and replied, “What can I say?  I’m into full
contact research.  Beyond that I’m not at liberty to say.”

“You’re not at liberty to…,” the security chief stepped forward but was
held back by Dahr.

“Easy there, Hank,” he said calmly,  Then he turned to Weston. “Okay,
Lieutenant.   But you will oblige me to stay on Freedom until we get to the
bottom of this explosion.”

Michael nodded, “Of course.  That was my plan anyway.”

“And perhaps we can discuss your… research… at a later time,” Dahr
suggested.

“I hope so, Captain Dahr,” Weston said.

“Then I will leave you to your recovery,” the Trill said.  “I’m sure that
you are in good hands.”  He turned to Quinna, “Doctor, a pleasure.”  Then
he turned to Peele, “Doctor, good luck with this one.”

“Yeahhhh,” Peele replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “thanks.”

With that the CO turned to leave, the security chief following.  Peele
looked at Weston and shook her head.  “Well, looking at these readings, and
gauging by your conversation with Casian, I think I can safely release you
from sickbay, under the watchful eyes of Dr. Solace.”

She nodded at Quinna and smiled.

(reply Quinna)

“But if anything comes up,” she said, pointing a finger at him, “and I mean
any problem, your are to get your butt back here on the double.  Is that
clear, mister.”

“Crystal,” Michael said with a smile.

She looked at Solice and put out a hand.  “A pleasure to meet you Doctor
Solice.  Perhaps we can get together over the next few days and get to know
each other.”

(reply Quinna)

With that she left as Michael turned his body to get up from the biobed.
He stopped, realizing that his clothes hadn't exactly survived he explosion.

“Ummm… some clothes might be nice,” he said, looking at Quinna playfully.

(reply Quinna)

(posted by Al Muir)
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