When A Pirate Calls

Posted on Sun Mar 6th, 2022 @ 2:08pm by Lieutenant JG Richard Wayne & Commodore Erica Everly

Mission: Pirates! (Or Yo Ho Ho And A Bottle Of Yum)
Location: Starbase 614, Intelligence Offices

Chimera had slid into the dock an hour previous, with engineers from the starbase immediately swarming aboard to do what they could for the scorched ship. A series of messages were sent out from the base to various personnel, but a special one was saved for the Intelligence section.

'Lieutenant Wayne, when you have the opportunity, please come to the Starbase's Intelligence Center so me and my team can get you briefed in on your next mission. Lieutenant Commander Marius Weimer.'

Richard got up he was much less sore then he had been the physical therapy was definitely working. It was less odd every day being back in uniform. As he did his morning stretches he saw he had a communication. He played it and instantly a sense of dread. He knew when they got docked he would have to report into SFI and he also knew someone was going to saw something smart about him getting roughed up and put out of commission on his first mission back.

He pushed the feeling away and fixed his uniform as he headed to the bases SCIF. As he made his way there he tried some active meditation to calm any anger he may lash out with towards the first idiot dumb enough to look at him sideways. He used to be a damn Captain now he was just another lackey to be picked on and ribbed.

As he entered the front lobby, there was a small lobby with a single door behind the desk, and Ensign in grey held up a hand in a stopping gesture as he entered, his eyes locked on a screen in front of him, “One moment, sir.” He stated flatly, then was apparently satisfied with what he saw and looked up at Richard, “Welcome to the Sector Intelligence Center, Lieutenant Wayne, Commander Weimer is expecting you, sir, straight down the corridor, fifth room on the left.”

"Thank you". Richard fake a grin as he headed down the hallway. He had not heard of Commander Weimer before so wasn't sure what he was walking into. He found the door straightened his uniform coat and pressed the door chime.

“Enter.” The deep bass of Marius Weimer ground out and the door slid open. Instead of a standard desk and chair, the grey-clad Commander was behind a standing desk, leaning on it as he perused a PADD, neatly trimmed goatee being stroked by a lean set of fingers. He looked up at the motion of the door opening and gestured, “Come in, come in, you must be Lieutenant Wayne of the Chimera, aren’t you?”

Richard stepped in and at the site of the clean groomed Commander it dawned on him his uniform may be crisp but he probably looked like a damn hobo. "I am, Sir. Pleased to meet you.". He said as he strode across the room to offer his hand over the desk.

The Commander accepted the handshake, smiling at the ‘junior’ officer, “The pleasure is mine, the Commodore asked me to make you feel at home here, since I’ve heard you and your ship may be the ones to solve our pirate problem?” He smirked slightly, the smile of someone who thought he knew more than he did.

"When aren't pirates a problem?". Richard jested. "So what kind a pirates we talking? The eye patch kind of the Green skinned space pirates?"

With a snort of mild laughter, the Commander shook his head slowly, “Marius Weimer,” He introduced himself, coming around the desk and waving towards the door, “Let’s get you to the situation center. We’ve identified four different ships and never working alone, but they’ve never identified themselves in any sort of official communication. But as to what kind they are? Your run of the mill ones. They’re hitting freighters, typically ones running solo and haven’t hit any of the escorted convoys we’ve been running in the last couple months. The problem is that it’s been eating up our available starships that then can’t go hunt these assholes down.”

"So I take it that's our job. I sure am glad I didn't come back to Starfleet to babysit some freighters.". Richard followed him to the sitrep table. He watched as the commander pulled up holor projections of the ships in question. "Do we have any solid leads as to were there base of ops is?"

“None. They show up in system, usually one lying doggo in the inner system, presumably bird-dogging for the real hunters.” Marius tapped part of the holo which brought up a view of four starships, “Their main scouting ship is this Venture-class, damned near impossible to see at any sort of distance, especially if it’s on emissions control, one of the first flight Steamrunner, a Miranda that we thought had been destroyed during the Dominion War. The last ship is the one we have the most data on, Vanguard was an Intrepid going in for a major refit, so all but a handful of the crew was taken off when the ferry crew presumably killed the rest and took the ship… Somewhere else. Wasn’t taken in our sector, thank everything that’s holy, but she’s had some sort of upgrades somewhere for a few months before she showed back up.”

Richard's eyebrows peaked at the talk of stolen fleet ships. Mothballed or not this was not just any old Orion's. "Well I haven't seen a group this bold in a few years. When I was in command of the Shepherd we ran into a group that had bought mothballed mirror universe ships out of the gamma quadrant and was trying to pose as Federation to fill the void left after the war." He looked at the holo-Intrepid. "Well I will take all this to the Captain and see how they want to bait the trap. If we are gonna stop them we need to find there home."

Marius gave him a considering look at the revelation, confirming a report he’d seen, the. Gave a partial shrug, “We also have an unconfirmed report of who their leader may be.” He paused, then selected another tab on the screen, “Darien Penweather.” A roguish man’s hologram showed, “He’s a known pirate that operated about a dozen sectors away before his band and small task group of ships was hunted down by Captain Marjorie Taylor and the crew of the USS Perseus. Does that name sound familiar to you?”

"Penweather, no. I have heard of the Perseus.". Richard said as he examined the image and bio. "I am sure since he has moved over we don't have any known connections to this sector of space?"

“He has to have someone to be able to get rid of the freighters and cargo he takes, but they haven’t turned up anywhere we’ve been able to tell.” Marius sighed, “I’ve already told the Commodore that Commander Skyie shouldn’t be told who may be leading the pirate group, since you know Perseus, you know why.”

"Well for now we can keep that need to know, but it will come to light at some point so if y'all think ignoring the issue is wise, just know it might blow up.". Richard advised his two cents.

Marius shrugged, “I can only make my own recommendation known.” He commented, “My belief is that if she knows who it is, she’ll try to go directly after him. She’s a Marine after all, assault troops. You are her senior Intelligence Officer, however, so it’s your call in the end.”

"I will take that into advisement.". Richard agreed. "Anything else I need to be read in on?"

"No, but here's a copy of all the data we have on this pirate band." Marius held out a data chip, "Plus the communications protocol to access the central Intelligence database here at the starbase."

Richard took the data chip. "I will get to coming up with a briefing for the Captain. Thank you for the help.".

"Anytime, Lieutenant. Don't be stranger, we're a team."