Unification Accords All-Staff Briefing, Part 1

Posted on Thu Jul 31st, 2025 @ 1:13pm by Captain Remy Johansen & Sub-Lieutenant Osirin Acainus & Commander Maxun Spello & Lieutenant Commander Nash Winters & Lieutenant Commander Eirly Andersen & Major Clay McEntyre III & Lieutenant Xalanth & Lieutenant Daynah Ral & Lieutenant Chrysanthe Capulet & Lieutenant Alexandra Blackstone & Lieutenant Ryan Keel & Lieutenant JG Jean-Baptiste Dorsainvil & Lieutenant JG Thivi & Lieutenant JG Jezra Siv MD & Josef Forstinger

2,021 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Peril at the Unification Accords
Location: Conference Room - Deck 1 - USS Astrea
Timeline: MD 06, 1400 Hours

Captain Johansen stood next to the window of the conference room and looked out at the view overlooking Barisa Prime, and further out the starbase. She was thankful to be here under better circumstances than last time. Excited really. Even thought the Dalton recovery wasn't great news, it was better than expected. Now there were invited to have front row seats at renewed discussions - public discussions on the reunification of Vulcan and Romulan alliances.

Alex was one of the first to arrive and she joined Remy at the window; also looking out. “Y’know; I haven’t been here at Barisa Prime for a little while. Until I took the posting on the Astrea I had an office here that I could utilize… but it was never solely mine with the constant travel.”

"Until further notice, it's sort of our home base, though I can't say for certain how often we'll make it back," Remy replied. "Do you still have your office, or is everything here now?"

“I have pretty much everything I actually need on board. Even for my research; though I have heard a rumour of some things that might be worth looking into acquiring here on Barisa Prime if I can actually find the time.” Alex smiled and glanced down. “It has been a change being aboard the Astrea; but certainly no less exciting. The survivors of the Dalton are still recovering in sickbay though I think at least one of them can be released this evening.”

"That's excellent news," Remy responded. "Do you need help getting what you're looking for? We can put someone on that," she offered.

"I might be able to use a crewman to assist in collecting some books; I have had them on loan to the archives here so that they can be digitized but I think that they should be ready to be picked up and restored to my personal collection, Captain" Alex nodded to herself as if in thought and added quietly. "I think that Barisa Primes Medical Division may have some information that I could use to update the ships database as well."

The door slid open as Xalanth stepped through. Anyone could tell the lizard was happy as he stepped into the room. " Good afternoon, everyone," he said politely.

Alex turned her head at Xalanth’s greeting and nodded to him; a warm smile on her lips. “That it does seem to be; with a good air about the Accords too from what I hear.”

"And for my family." Xalanth beamed. " Zola and Cemet's slipstream transport arrived back in Federation space yesterday. Now they'll be travelling to Barisa Prime via standard warp travel so they should be here in a month or two." he beamed clearly very happy.

Alex nodded; her smile turning into a grin. “I am glad to hear that for you, Xalanth.”

Entering the Conference Room, customary beverage in hand - a Rigelian coffee this time - Keel waved a salute with the hand holding his PADD. He was beginning to get to enjoy being a member of the Astrea's crew, and with a few exceptions, enjoyed his crewmates' company. 'Afternoon all,' he drawled as he slipped into a seat.

Eirly followed Keel into the conference room a few moments later and nodded to everyone already gathered there before taking a seat next to where Remy would sit. Her usual sunshine attitude was dulled because she was tired, so she sat there with a lavender tea and waited patiently until everyone else had arrived.

Thivi slipped through the door, looking slightly dishevelled - but then again she had just come back from a pretty stressful mission. Her drink of choice was a huge glass of iced peach tea. Go figure. "Good evening." She rasped, collapsing into a chair with a sigh.

Clay arrived next, entering the briefing room with confidence and presence. The heavy thumps of his boots filling the room as he took his customary seat at the table, the chair straining some as he sat, and leaned back some. He put his PADD on the table to take notes and pull his security plans for the Conference.

After everything that the ship had been through recently, there was an abundance of work that needed doing, and Daynah had her hands full managing the teams to get it done. However, being in attendance for this historic occasion was too good to pass up. She stepped into the Conference Room without too much noise. In situations like this, she preferred to drink it in as if it were instead of contributing to the hustle and bustle.

Jean-Baptiste stepped into the conference room with an extra bounce in his step. The captain's words still echoed in him, steadying his pulse. He trod along the carpeted deck, selecting a chair near the far-end of the table. After all, he was neither a senior officer nor was known to the others just yet. An inconspicuous position seemed appropriate.

He felt that for the first time since he'd left Starfleet Intelligence, he wasn't arriving to justify himself or shield some hidden part; he was simply arriving. And that felt, in some small but essential way, like coming home.

Nash arrived to the briefing with a travel mug filled to the brim with coffee. He’d been run ragged lately both during and after the recovery of USS Dalton. He enjoyed it and relished the caffeine. “Hope I’m not late, guys,” he said and found a seat between Xalanth and Eirly. He nodded respectfully at his friends and Captain Johansen.

As the doors slid open again, the ship's executive officer strode inside. He was reading over the information on the screen of a PADD, making notes as he did so. When he reached Remy's side, he spoke quietly. "Apologies on my tardiness, Captain. I had been going over the various replenishment requests from the ship's department chiefs had submitted upon arriving st Barisa Prime.

"Not late at all, Commander. Thanks for taking care of that. Hopefully nothing too frivolous, though I do like to keep them happy," Remy replied with a grin.

As the doors slid shut, they stopped and reopened as the chief of science entered. Chys was looking like she had run from science but she pulled her uniform into place and took a spot by the wall.

Maxun caught Chrysanthe's eye as she entered the room. He gave her a quick smile, which his eyes echoed, before returning to his professional demeanor and replied to the Captain. "Well, there were a couple frivolous items, but, I felt that they were acceptable, so I granted the authorization for them, Captain."

Remy chuckled at the first officer's response. "Understood, Commander. I trust your judgment."

At some point while people trickled in, the meeting room screen flickered on, a visual announcement of Jezra's arrival to the meeting. They had opted for remote attendance, preferring to have someone monitoring the survivors while also insisting that the medical staff who handled the response take a well-deserved break. She didn't say anything, just silently sipped some coffee while keeping an eye on the window behind her computer.

Osirn stepped into the room quietly He didn't go around advertising his weaknesses. He had them. He had them in what Terrans called spades. The Expanse was trying to showcase one of them. It was playing hell with his mental shielding. There weren't many people in the small room, relatively speaking, even so, he was being bombarded with thoughts and emotions. It had been a week, and something needed to change.

Daynah seemed to be the last to arrive. Being the last to arrive was something that she hated. However, this time it was unavoidable. Some last minute systems diagnostics had her attention. So she slipped into the Conference Room as quiet as possible without drawing any attention to herself.

"Alright, since I know how much everyone loves these meetings, I will try my best to make this as brief as possible," Remy said as she looked at the gathering of senior staff and Assistant Chiefs that were gathered. "Hopefully, everyone has at least heard that there is a conference on Barisa Prime in two days, and that it is regarding... let's say warming people up to the notion of Vulcan-Romulan Reunification, or Unification as some say. Starfleet's official role at this conference is a neutral one, but when you hear everything I am about to say next, you'll see that is a bit of a gray area."

"I'll start with the easy parts. Major McEntyre and our Marine division will be working with security officials from Starfleet Command on providing a soft security or peacekeeping presence that will be ready to respond as needed. Major, any updates?"

“In coordination with Vulcan Security Directorate, we are electing to station marines at all points of ingress and egress. Transporter Decks. Counter snipers on the roofs. I will be in the main reception area or with you, Captain acting as coordinator and bodyguard. The Vulcan and Federation Ambassadors will each have one marine bodyguard on them at all time in civilian dress and I’ll be in full uniform as a…deterrent. Honor Guards at the doors.”

"Will security be needed as a QRF? " enquired the ship's red lizard.

“With Heavy Tac Loadouts. On Ready Alert. Want them on the deck in about 2 minutes." Clay said as he turned to Xalanth "Though I will give you cookies if you make it faster." He smiled a bit.

"Of course, you'll have immediate Bridge support at all times," Remy reiterated.

"I will also be lending a hand to the medics for the conference for the duration of our time here." Alex added, looking to the others in the room, her gaze lingering for a moment on the Major.

As the plans were discussed, Daynah could not help but think this seemed more like a battle plan than a plan for a diplomatic function. In her opinion, snipers were definitely a bit much. However, she also knew that it was not her place to say such things. So, for the time being, she kept quiet and continued to listen.

Osirin leaned against a bulkhead, taking notes on a small PADD. He had an excellent memory, but it wasn't perfect. Since he was the Mission Advisor, a role he hadn't signed up for, but that had been assigned to him, he knew he needed to keep abreast of all the details.

Jean-Baptiste sat with his arms loosely crossed at the far end of the table, listening as the tactical details unfolded, though part of his mind was drifting. He'd walked this conference beat before--just two weeks ago, in an impromptu assignment with Irene Seya. They had mapped-out contingencies for this very summit, surveyed and plotted each possible scenario to the minutest detail.

Now he sat on the other side of it, not running point but nodding along. And it was oddly comforting. His eyes were fixed on the display as Clay and Xalanth volleyed strategies. The work hadn't changed. But the context had.

The Marine in Keel appreciated the talk of tactics and dispositions, but in his new career he did find it oddly disturbing they were ready to utilise such force. It is a touchy subject, he thought to himself, before clearing his throat. 'I know the security of the summit is important,' he drawled in his Rigellian accent, 'but key to safeguarding it would be understanding the various factions involved in these talks - and those hovering at the margins wishing it both good and ill?'

Jezra's Transmission seems to temporarily pick up a voice that is very much not Jezra-but also not on the video itself. A male voice, although slightly slow and strained simply speaks up quietly "Snipers ? For a Diplomatic Conference ? What is this, the Balkan Peace Summit ?"

Remy held back a snort has she whispered to Spello, "Tell me what that reference is later," She then spoke up, "I'm sure we all have thoughts, but moving on..."

~tbc~

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