The Distraction

Posted on Mon 27th Feb, 2017 @ 2:39pm by

208 words; about a 1 minute read

I've arrived on Vanguard, without incident. The station is much as I remember it - just older and in a lot worse condition... perfect. The FCDA have really a number on her. From what I've heard Drake is coping well with the demands of the job - not something I had planned for but, nevertheless, not a major problem. In an ideal world the base would be falling down around him, he having no control over it - it would appear he isn't quite the mess the reports would portray him to be.

My ploy to get the Caliburnite and Emorite summit moved at short notice worked. A few erroneous threats and some friends in Starfleet Intelligence made the task an easy one. Everyone on Vanguard is running around like a headless chicken, frantically preparing. My presence has largely gone unnoticed and, after the customary tour of the station for nostalgia purposes when my cover is well and truly unquestionable, I'll do what I came here to do and get as far away from this pit of filth as I can.

Why are people so easy to manipulate? I remember it being more of a challenge when I was younger... perhaps rank and experience has made it easier.

 

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