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Post by Captain Brock Dantara on Jul 5, 2009 10:18:40 GMT -5
 This is for the Director of Temporal Affairs stationed at CP. The Director will oversee any and all incidents and missions concerning anything of a Temporal nature. |
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Post by Dir. Appolonia DTA on Jul 8, 2009 17:40:33 GMT -5
Appolonia spun around in her chair to face the assistant who'd just entered. "You have a report from the Priests?" She held her hand out for the padd the man was carrying. She took it and scanned the information her smile growing.
"Excellent!. This is one of our best devices thus far. The Priests place the bait and the power seekers inevitably sniff it out. How disappointed they would be to find out that the crystals they fight and sometimes die for are nothing but shadow images of the true stones. We however, rarely have to go and seek out those slavering mongrels. They beat a path to our proverbial door."
"And Captain Dantara was there as expected." She continued, absently tapping the padd with her index finger. "He too has a way of sniffing things out. There are some, who seem to have been chosen by the universe to play a more integral part in helping to keep the balance and order of all things. Dantara is one of them but I couldn't say if it's because he has an affinity for temporal understanding or whether time has a good understanding of him." She laughed, signed the padd and returned it to the assistant. "Keep me updated on what the good captain is up to."
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Post by Dir. Appolonia DTA on Jul 12, 2009 19:27:49 GMT -5
{Reposted from Base Commander's office.- After a few hours of rest he finally got up to go about the station. Wanting to officaly report in he chimed in on the door of the director. Adjusting his uniform a bit and having his padd in hand he waited to see if the good director was in.}
"What?" Appolonia looked up from the three dimensional display she'd been studying, peered past several neon green colored lines that represented an energy intersection, and activated the security screen on the console.
Ah, it was the Base Commander.The Bolian's large blue tinted face appeared on the monitor. She activated the door and stood to greet him. "Commander Alex, good of you to stop by."
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Post by Dir. Appolonia DTA on Aug 19, 2009 9:44:46 GMT -5
"Appolonia to Captain Dantara." The Director's image appeared on the ship's viewscreen without it having been activated. Her expression was cool as she raised a questioning eyebrow." Do you always shoot first and ask questions later? The station is in no danger. I'll expect you at my office for debriefing as soon as you've docked." The viewscreen flickered and went blank again.
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Post by Captain Brock Dantara on Aug 20, 2009 18:25:26 GMT -5
Brock figured he'd better see the Director afther the communication on the bridge.
Admiral Helm had just finished with them and the rest of the crew went to get Polaris ready to go.
He headed sown the hall to her office and rang the buzzer.
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Post by Dir. Appolonia DTA on Aug 20, 2009 18:34:25 GMT -5
Without looking up from her desk, she activated the door.
"Come in, Captain. Please take a seat." She set down a sheaf of old papers and looked him over. "Better safe that sorry. Isn't that how the phrase goes? There's more than one side to every tale, Captain and from now on I'll need to to keep your weapons in check. Your job is not to save the universe, unless that is I assign you the task."
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Post by Captain Brock Dantara on Aug 20, 2009 18:39:55 GMT -5
"Madame Director" Brock sad politely as he took his seat.
"I'm not sure to what you are referring, Director Appolonia. I can only do what I felt needed to be done. I believe we have accomplished somethings on this mission. Althoug, I don;t fully comprehend it all, still."
He sat back and awaitied her response.
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Post by Dir. Appolonia DTA on Aug 20, 2009 18:56:33 GMT -5
"Those triangular pylons that you were taking aim at. What exactly did they do that was threatening? Blocked communications? And for this you were prepared to destroy them, and perhaps the race that placed them there as well. Suppose it had destroyed Central Point in the process?"She stood a walked around her desk to stand in front of him.
"You're too brash, Captain. Temporal Affairs can't afford to work with officers who jump to conclusions with weapons in hand."
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Post by Captain Brock Dantara on Aug 20, 2009 19:07:18 GMT -5
He understood that she had to question him in this way. It was how these people operated.
"With all due respect, Madame Director, I returned to the station, unable to establish communications and gound it enveloped by an unknown race. Thet, in my book, is an invasive attack. I did what Any trained Starfleet Oficer would have done."
He leaned forward. "Too brash am I? No one minded my brashness during the Impostor war when I invented a defense system that was used to protect Sol sector.
No one tought I was too brash when I used a dangerous weapon aainst a Kzin Armada to save a planet that is now a member of the Feeration."
"if you knew about what was going on, shouldn;t I hae been informed somehow? What would have me do, stand by helpless, not knowing if the station was in danger or not?"
He tried to keep his Troglyte temper in check.
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Post by Dir. Appolonia DTA on Aug 20, 2009 19:29:11 GMT -5
"This station is better protected than you know, Captain and past accomplishments or failures, while taken into consideration, won't commend or excuse your current ones." She smiled tightly.
"As to the question of whether you should have been informed? We all have a part to play here. Your's is becoming more and more apparent. Try to stay alive and we'll see what happens. Resurrection is tedious and creates a mountain of paperwork. Am I understood, Captain? " She raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
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Post by Captain Brock Dantara on Aug 20, 2009 19:35:54 GMT -5
"I.....Think so" He pondered her words, not sure if he fully understood the implications. But or now, he would put all that beside, and focus on the new task at hand.
"Staying alive is always the trick. especially with we've got ahead. Some of that brashness will come in handy, and you'll be glad for it."
He stood and nodded politely. "We'll speak again upon our return, madame Director." He left the office.
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Post by Admiral Matt Helm on Sept 7, 2009 15:02:51 GMT -5
Matt decided it was time to get to know the other senior staff members who were stationed on the base. He walked to the Director's office with bottle in hand as a welcome geature, and sounded the buzzer.
He then smoothed his hair and smiled into the security scanners.
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Post by Dir. Appolonia DTA on Sept 11, 2009 8:55:45 GMT -5
Appolonia recognised the carefully groomed image of Admiral Helm and admitted him with the tap of a finger.
"What brings you to my little corner of the temporal universe, Admiral?"
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Post by Admiral Matt Helm on Sept 18, 2009 6:07:42 GMT -5
He entered, smiling. "I just thought I'd do the neighborly thing and come by to say hello. And to tell you that it is an honor to have you here with us, Madame Director."
He put the bottle up on her table. "This is some very, very old Scotch whiskey. It's great for special occasions. I hope you enjoy it."
He took a seat in front of her desk and relaxed. "Nice Office. I see you had no trouble settling in." He looked approvingly about the Office, noting the artifacts and decor she chose. It seemed only to make her even more enigmatic.
"Queston, Madame Appolonia. Do you play Golf?"
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Post by Dir. Appolonia DTA on Sept 18, 2009 19:39:51 GMT -5
"Admiral Helm, if I follow through on this particular protocol, I believe I'm supposed to invite you in and offer to share your libation with you, which I suspect may have been a part of your plan from the beginning." Her smile challenged him to deny her it.
"As it happens, I do not drink alcohol, but you're still welcome to come in and enjoy some of that excellent beverage yourself." She offered him a seat with a sweep of her arm, then sat down in her own chair.
"You like my collection of trinkets? Every now and then something catches my fancy.The nice thing is that wherever and from whomever I take these things, I can enjoy them for a time and return them without anyone having even noticed they were missing to begin with. You might even find something of your own here admiral." She said with a wink.
"Golf? Hmm, no. I haven't played anything like organised sports since I was a girl. Once I'd dedicated my life to the Temporal Corps, I never seemed to have the time for such things. Just a little 'timely' joke there." She grinned. "But I thank you for the invitation. Perhaps you'd consider instead, touring Lemuria with me at the height of it's influence?"
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