By the Numbers

Posted on 02 Apr 2021 @ 9:15pm by Master Chief Petty Officer Mila Rasputin & Lieutenant Commander Joey Geisler

1,671 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Extinction
Location: Administration
Timeline: Mission Day 1 at 1530

Joey made her way into administration and took a deep breath. She'd just gotten finished spending a few minutes with her husband and their children since she'd be working later than normal. Not only did she need to dig into the newest Black Hawk crew members personnel records for Camila, but now she needed to pull the personnel files for the COs and XOs of the Task Group and give her insight in them. The only difference between the two duties... she'd have help with the latter.

Taking a moment to compose herself, she made her way toward Mila's office and extended her arm so she could tap the chime. Here was hoping she wouldn't be too annoyed that she'd have to work late. Of course, Joey would know the answer to that soon enough. For now, she'd wait to be granted entry and ponder the kind of insight she'd be able to provide.

Mila glanced at her console and saw Joey on the other side of the door, then tapped the door lock release to open it. There were no PADDs on her desk and only her console was active. She had pictures of the twins on one side of the console and a mug of tea on the other side. "Joey! Please, have seat. Would you like tea?"

Joey shook her head. "I'm okay, thank you," she answered after taking a seat. "How's your day been?"

"it is being good, thank you," the Yeoman said. "And how is yours being?"

"Busy," the taller woman replied, but she'd expected as much. "I actually came here from seeing the kids for a few minutes. The Captain has requested that you and I pull the CO and XO personnel files of the Task Group. He wants us to go over them and offer up any insight we might have."

"Wait...he is wanting what?" Mila asked as her jaw dropped.

The Intelligence Chief cocked her head to the side. "You seem surprised. Which part was it?"

"The Task Group part," the other woman said in a deadpan, accent free voice.

Joey noticed the accent free voice, but it wasn't the first time she'd been witness to it. "Twelve ships... twenty-four records," she said as if it weren't such a big deal. "I mean... it could be worse. I could be asking you to go through the personnel files of every single crewmember that's joined the ship in the last eighteen months."

"That would be worse nightmare," Mila said. "But I am guessing that twenty-four is not being bad. Where are we wanting to start and how far are we wanting to dig?"

"A nightmare," Joey agreed. "One that I get to live. This is a cakewalk in comparison."

The Yeoman pulled up the files on Task Group Belvedere and narrowed her search down to the Captain and Executive Officer of each one. "Is only being twenty-four. Twenty-two if you are not counting Harvey and Commander Walsh."

Joey grinned. "He didn't say to exclude this ship's command team, either," she pointed out. "And as for your previous question, we'll start with whoever is at the top and work our way down from there. We can dig as far as your clearance and access will allow." Of course, her clearances were higher, but it just didn't seem right to go as far as hers allowed.

"In that case, Harvey is being on top as he is in command of task force," Mila said. "But my access can only be getting so much. Is even limited on this ship to things that I must be having access to."

"Who's next on the list aside from Harvey and Commander Walsh?" She asked. "Given we work with them daily, we know them pretty well. We don't really need to look over their records. Unless you want to."

"Nyet, would be waste of time," the Yeoman said as she looked at the list. "Let us be starting with Captain Uro Rada of the Prince of Wales," she suggested. "He is the Executive Officer of Task Group Belvedere."

Joey nodded, and once his record was in display, she began to look it over. "I have to be completely honest. I'm not so sure I would ever want to be the CO or XO of a Task Group."

"Nor would I want to be Yeoman for such," Mila agreed. "For now, let us get this coconut rolling." She began to compile the data into the computer and looked at Joey. "Is there anything in particular that we are wishing to look for, or can we be excluding things?"

Joey looked at Mila. "Well, you're the Yeoman for one now," she pointed out, then turned her attention back to the screen. "I want to look for things that stand out... things that might raise some red flags. As for excluding anything, I don't want to do that just yet."

"That is what I am being afraid of," the shorter woman said as she pulled up the file with what her access allowed. "Starfleet Academy Entrance Exams seem standard, typical demerits for a cadet, outstanding leadership skills, promoted up through the ranks, assisted in freeing his ship from boarders when he was a Lieutenant...the list goes on and on.."

"So, essentially, he's a Starfleet officer I can relate to," the taller woman stated. She was one of the types of officers that would put her life on the line if it meant keeping others safe. Joey looked back at the screen, making mental notes to dig a bit deeper.

"Da," Mila said. "Are we to be digging deeper on him or going to the next on list?"

"Let's move on to the next," Joey responded. If she needed to, she could dig a bit deeper at a later date, but for now, the Intel Chief just wanted to scratch the surface.

File after file and face after face, rank after rank went passed them on the screen with multiple requests for clarification noted and then they came to Captain Todd Ahern of the USS Challenger and Mila paused to rub her eyes. "Is this being number twelve or thirteen?" she asked.

The taller woman pinched the bridge of her nose as she closed her eyes. All the files were beginning to look the same, and she had to dig into the newer crew files as well? Who did she piss off, and in what life did it happen? "I don't even know," Joey replied with a sigh. "We still have quite a few to go, and this is starting to give me a headache."

Finally, Mila stopped and looked at the file on the Executive Officer of the Challenger and then read it over again. "Can you be running cross check on Ab'dib Muak-Ra of the Challenger, please?" she asked Joey. "Civilian records..." she paused to think for a moment. "Planet To'Kar of the Brienna Sector from stardate.." She gave a stardate and frowned again.

Words were starting to bleed together and her headache was beginning to intensify. Joey was doing her best to keep from letting her frustrations get the better of her... and Camila really wanted this done for the newest crew? There was no way in hell she was going to suffer alone. No... Camila was going to have to help if she really wanted it done. For now, though, she looked for what Mila had just pointed out.

Meanwhile, the Russian had pulled up old copies of The Federation News Network and some independent news sources, her eyes scanning each article before moving to the next one. "I am remembering old news story involving a Muak-Ra. Was being very usual. Something about being only person killed in passing Borg attack."

Like Mila, Joey was scanning articles. After a few minutes, something caught her attention. "You did say Ab'dib Muak-Ra, didn't you?" She asked. If was a highly unusual name, so she was quite sure that's what was said. "According to what I've just found, a child of the same name was killed by the Borg in what was described as a 'passing shot at a planet that got lucky'."

"That is being it!" Mila exclaimed and nearly pushed Joey out of the way to look at the screen. "Name and date is being same...but how is he now Executive Officer in Starfleet?"

"The likelihood of someone being born with the same name is slim to none," she stated. "I think that definitely warrants more investigation, because something isn't quite right here."

"That is where you are having more access than me," the Russian said.

Joey was pinching the bridge of her nose again as her budding headache grew. "I'll dig into it and see what I can find."

"Should we be going to next, or are you needing break?" Mila asked.

"We've been going at this for a couple of hours, and I'm really starting to get a headache. I say we call it a day and get an earlier start on the next half in the morning," Joey suggested. "Besides, I want to get started on digging into Ab'dib Muak-Ra while it's fresh in my mind."

"I will run through rest and be seeing if anything is standing out," her seestra said with a smile. "Then send it to you, da?"

The taller woman nodded. "You can do that if you'd like to, or we can get back to it in the morning. I'm game for either one."

Mila smiled. "Then I will be seeing you in morning, Joey. Be giving twins my love and be taking any PADD from Harvey."

Joey leaned forward to hug Mila. "Absolutely. I'm going to continue to do some digging once I've gotten Alison and Jameson in bed. Harvey has some work to do also, so it'll work out."

The Russian returned the hug and smiled. "Da, it will. Now go and I will wrap up here."

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