Much To Do

Posted on Thu Aug 13th, 2009 @ 1:48am by Captain Vorn Krace

Mission: Into a Devil's Heart
Location: USS Iapetus - Ready Room
Timeline: MD01 2200hrs

Vorn sat back in his replicated-leather upholstered chair, after finishing recording his log entry. It was late, and he was tired, but he had work he needed to do.

With the communications receiver being back online, he had a lot of communications data from Starfleet to read through, and he didn't want to miss anything. There might be a report about Peter somewhere, or this girl he was supposed to be going after - or something that might be useful. It was very likely that he was missing bits in the information he was reading, and it would probably be best to leave scouring the communications for a mention of the XO to Acle and his Intelligence department, but Vorn felt a personal responsibility for the man. He felt as if he had nourished him, from the time he had come aboard the old Ambassador class ship, fresh from his first assignment, to becoming his executive officer. And he felt as if it were somehow his fault that the man would go off any do something like he was doing. Something Vorn thought was rashly decided and planned, and would lead to a mistake Peter would regret for the rest of his career, if he even had one at the end of it.

Another reason to bury himself in work was because he had come to acknowledge to himself that he owed Abigail an apology. Not for his reaction, as he had every right to be furious given the circumstances, but for blaming her, or believing that she had any part in this. It wasn't a conversation he was looking forward to.

Sighing to himself, he closed down the communications network, and noted where he had gotten up to. He still had one more job to do before he could allow himself to go off duty. And that was to begin the preparations for the crew they had lost this mission. Reynolds, the team that Acle had taken over to the Mosh'Tar... they deserved a proper service, and Vorn would make sure that they recieved one before they reached Ronin. He would write the letters to their families when he was more rested and clear-minded, but he would be able to sleep better, knowing that the ball was rolling in the preparations for their service.

It would be a proper military funeral. The crew would be under orders to wear their dress uniforms, while a number of emptied torpedoes - one for each crewmember, with the casing being used as their coffin - would be fired from the forward launcher from under a Federation flag. A fitting send-off for any Starfleet officer. The crew would then observe a minute of complete silence, in reverence for the lost crew members.

Having the basic details down and saved in a file in his personal database, Vorn closed down the computer terminal, standing and heading down to the mess hall to try and get some of the stress out of himself.

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Captain Vorn Krace
Commanding Officer
USS Iapetus