Collective Intelligence

Posted on 23 Oct 2013 @ 7:40pm by Lieutenant JG Tykhin Vess & Lieutenant Commander Amynta Markos

790 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Episode 04 - Exodus
Location: USS Galileo - Deck 3 - Intelligence Offices
Timeline: MD 03 - 0558 hrs

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Tykhin stepped off the bridge into the turbolift.

"Computer, where is Lt. Amynta Markos?" He said once the doors closed.

Lieutenant Amynta Markos is currently in her office

In her office, Amynta frowned as she looked at the PADDs scattered before her. It was all the information about the Borg. And she was looking for inconsistences of behaviour, to see what could have happened. The eyewitness accounts described a Borg cube...well, she was making damned sure that she knew all she could before that point. She wasn't in uniform at the moment. Her shift had ended a long time ago. Instead, she wore a black dress, her hair free and her eyes made up in a dark purple. She also wore lipstick, but this was more subdued. And she was drinking from her private bottle of red wine. Favourite vintage, one of the few things she had...and now, she felt like she needed it.

The door to Amynta's office chimed. When they opened, Tykhin stepped through. He opened his mouth to speak and hesitated, not quite sure if he had come to the right place. He felt suddenly out of place; in contrast to the well-dressed woman sitting at the desk, he was a mess. Tykhin had come straight from the bridge. He was still missing his uniform jacket and combadge, and his shirt was blackened and sweat-stained.

Tykhin cleared his throat, regrouping. "I'm looking for Lt. Markov."

"Lieutenant Markos," she said, looking up for a moment before frowning. "Well. You could at least have cleaned yourself up after the end of the world almost happened." She sipped her wine before looking down at the PADDs. "State your business and piss off."

There was a flash of something in face but it was gone almost before it was there.

"Yes, Lt. Markos," Tykhin said wearily. He straightened and clasped his hands behind his back. "Lt. Tykhin Vess, Intelligence Officer, USS Venture, reporting for duty as directed by Lt. Cmdr. Blake," he stated and turned to the door.

She looked up, frowning as she let out a breath. "Come back in here..." she said and sat back, studying him. "Well, already you've summed up the level of intelligence...not even getting my name right. Better make it up to me. Sit down and give me a summary of your background. I can't look through yet another PADD this second, so make sure you sum it up. I will be double checking your record once we have gotten out of this pickle."

Tykhin closed his eyes a moment when the lieutenant spoke, but had a polite look on his face by the time he turned around and faced the younger woman. He re-framed the situation in his mind and sat down with his hands together in his lap.

"I'm afraid it does not get better, ma'am. Graduated Starfleet Diplomatic Corps, 2369. Returned to Earth for Intelligence training, 2374. Analytical officer, Starbase 301, 2376. Intelligence officer, USS Magellan, 2382. Intelligence officer, USS Venture, 2387. Just desk duties," he said apologetically. "Probably not much use. But if we survive this, I imagine I'll be returned to Venture or re-assigned, anyway," he said reassuringly.

She searched his face for a long moment, considering what he had said. Diplomacy until the war then. And so forward. She sighed and pushed a PADD his way. "Well, considering that your ship is currently spacedust, you're mine until we are either dead or at a starbase. We're spread thin, this is a science ship, not SI. So we are going to have to work together, Lieutenant Vess." She looked at his eyes, searching them. Dark. Betazoid, she guessed. She took a deeper breath, relaxing her shoulders. She was not keen on working with Betazoids, but she admired their usefulness within her department.

Tykhin listened attentively and then nodded. "Yes, ma'am," he said accepting the PADD. His face was carefully neutral, a skill he perfected in his years with the Diplomatic Corps. "I'll do my best to get up to speed and not be a burden. Orders?"

"Research, for now. We are still piecing together things," Amynta said as she watched him, her own face still and her eyes cold. "You are not going to be a burden, you are an Intelligence officer."

"Yes, ma'am," Tykhin said, rising to his feet with the PADD. "I will report anything I learn of note immediately."

"Only if it is something remotely interesting," she said and looked at her PADD, reaching for her wine. "And I will be the one to judge whether it is interesting or the same old that any cadet can pull up. Dismissed."

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Lt. Amynta Markos
Chief Intelligence Officer

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Lt. JG Tykhin Vess
Intelligence Officer

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