Teaser for Friday, February 2, 2001 -- "Millenium Bug", Part 3
- "Commander ... I was not hiding information from you. I
would not have allowed you to enter the situation
"That's exactly what you did, Ensign. And I don't appreciate
it." Poe stopped mid-corridor, then turned on Ensign Mara
K'Lar. "And I doubt I'll forget it."
K'Lar raised her chin, managing to look proud and sorry at
the same time. "I am still the best person to take along on
this mission. I know the most about the situation, and ...
you can trust me."
Poe grunted as he turned and continued down the corridor
again. "I don't trust people who hide things from me,
"No further information will be withheld."
Poe was about to respond to K'Lar when his commbadge chirped.
"Poe, go," he said angrily.
Pogo? Ensign Brandon Tomlinson wondered silently. "Sir,
there's a call coming in for you from the Negh'Var. It's
Poe entered a nearby room, the auxiliary weapons armory.
"Put it through to my current location, on this screen." In
an instant, the Klingon appeared on the small viewscreen.
"Chancellor? I have some news on the Kriosian device."
Martok grunted. "It was Romulan in origin."
Poe raised an eyebrow. "Yes, yes it was. How did you know?"
Martok waved a hand at someone offscreen. "Worf had his
suspicions, but he thought it best if a Starfleet crew were
to look over it. I am glad for the confirmation, but not for
the troubling news it brings."
"Yes, it is rather distressing at that," Poe sympathized.
"Has Mavoth provided any insight?"
Martok snarled. "That d'jbliQ refuses to say anything to us.
He says he is ready to die to support the call of Boreth."
Poe gave K'Lar a glance before replying, "Yes, I've found out
recently that Klingons are very good at withholding
information, when they want to do so."
* * * * *
Having sent K'Lar away for now, and already resigned to
taking her along despite his misgivings, Poe considered the
Mavoth situation as he entered Main Engineering, intent on
undoing a bad situation before it got worse. He entered
Farrell's engineering office and said in a snapping tone --
without meaning to have such a tone -- "Lieutenant."
Farrell jumped to attention. "Yes SIR!"
Poe sighed, closing his eyes and realizing with dismay that
he was still being reproachful -- using that typical Vedek
tone he had become so accustomed to. "At ease." He clasped
his hands behind his back. "I came to apologize. For
snapping at you earlier."
"Perfectly understandable sir, now if you'll excuse me, I
have some diagnostics to perform." Farrell attempted to
escape, quickly. The Bajoran barred the way with an arm.
"Lieutenant -- Mr. Farrell, give me a moment."
But the chief engineer did not. "Commander, you made your
view abundantly clear, and I know the Dominion War cost both
sides countless lives, some of who I know. Half my shipmates
from my cadet cruise on the Potemkin didn't live through the
war." Poe attempted to interrupt, but Farrell continued.
"And I would think that you'd be able to recognize my remarks
on the bridge as pure irony. There's been more than enough
action on this ship to fill dozens of regular missions. And
with all due respect sir, it's what I expect on this ship
because it's cursed with the 'Pegasus Luck'."
Poe lowered his arm, realizing this was going to be harder
than it seemed ... but why wouldn't it be? Even Vedek Varta
always said, things said cannot be unsaid. "I knew what you
meant. This isn't about what you said, or anything you did.
This isn't about the ship, either. This is about my
behavior. And this damned mission." The former Vedek took a
deep breath. "This is a test. Of my leadership ability."
Farrell waved a hand, encompassing Engineering. "And this
isn't?" He indicated his pips, that of a full Lieutenant,
with the recent promotion Poe gave him. "I didn't want this
or these ... but everyone, Starfleet, my instructors, my own
father, everyone's pushing me right up where the rest of my
'famous' ancestors were." Farrell took a moment to try and
calm himself, but his tone remained harsh. "Look, Commander,
I don't care if this is a test of your leadership abilities
or not; that's YOUR test. Down here, we're just trying to
work like normal." He leaned back a little. "Of course,
that's with all due respect, sir."
Poe stood up straight, any thoughts of conciliation now gone
as his expression grew cold. "I came down here to try and
make do for my wrong to you. I can see you are the type who
holds grudges." Poe nodded. "That's fine. I don't need
your friendship -- just your obedience. Report to Shuttle
Bay 1. You're to make modifications to the White Nile."
"Yes, SIR." Farrell turned on his heel and left Main
Poe closed his eyes and tried to channel some sense of
peacefulness, but failed miserably. "Dismissed ..."
* * * * *
Poe headed towards the shuttlebay, his thoughts overflowing
like the rain-swollen Dimara River on Bajor during
springtime. The best way to prepare for tests is to study
all the information you have, and be prepared for any and all
potentials. The Bajoran was pretty sure he had done the
latter, at least as well as he could, but the former ...
He stopped midstride, causing a female crewman to step
quickly to the side to avoid running into him. "Poe to
Logan," he said as he tapped his commbadge.
"Logan here," came the reply.
"Counselor, there's been a change in plans. I need you here
on Pegasus, for the time being. I have a special assignment
for you, and Mr. Temjuin. Something you can pool your
resources over." Poe grinned, already liking the idea more
and more. "Get him and meet me in Sick Bay." Poe cut the
commlink and contacted Sickbay. Doctor Carey responded.
"Doctor, wait for me in the shuttle bay, and tell Ensign
Starkey that I'll be needing his services while I'm away..."
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