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Special Request

Posted on Fri Aug 7th, 2020 @ 10:31am by Lieutenant JG Chance Crow & Captain Henry Crow

Mission: To The Rescue
Location: Captain's Ready Room

Chance walked off the Turbolift and onto the Bridge. He crossed across the back of the room, avoiding eye contact with anyone, and to the Ready Room. He didn't want to be distracted on his way to ask for an extremely large favor. When the chime invited him in, he stepped forward until the door shut behind him. "Captain," he started, using his father's title, hoping to retain an official and unemotional front. "I have a request."

Henry looked up from his monitor and motioned to the chair in front of him. "Have a seat." By the boy's body language something was bothering him, that much was evident.

Chance did as instructed, and got right down to it. "Trisha went on a mission a while ago, and hasn't communicated with me since. She took Millie with her, and a close friend of hers hasn't heard from her either."

"This isn't exactly unusual for her though. Why's this any different?"

"It's been over a month! She's not usually gone that long." He paused as he pulled a PADD out of his back pocket and place it on the desk. "Then there's this..."

Henry took it, looking it over. "How did you...nevermind, I don't want to know." Henry paused a moment. "Right now we're stuck here not to put too fine a point on it. Starfleet wants us to continue rendering aid to these people until it's safe to leave, whatever that means."

He couldn't say he was surprised at that response, so he was ready with an alternate plan. "Then let me take a shuttle and check it out."

"You have some vague notes and coordinates. You don't even know if they're there. And if there is enough trouble that your wife of all people can't get them out of it, what's your plan?"

He hated when his father was right like that. There was no plan, and how could he help if she was in trouble? "I can't just wait around and do nothing. She should have been back by now." He cursed her refusal to give him any information. Plausible deniability seemed like a weak argument at the moment. "Millie's friend is worried too. I have to tell her something!" He left the definition at 'friend' since he wasn't sure how much either of them wanted anyone to know.

"If I let you go on your own into uncertain danger your mother will hang me from a nacelle. Take an armed security contingent and I want you to report back every six hours even if it's just to say hello. We'll add Keiran to the ever growing sleepover list."

Chance sat back, a bit surprised he was being given the go-ahead. The part about his mom wasn't wrong. He quickly nodded though, and responded before it could be taken back. "Yes, Sir. Any recommendations for Security?" He wasn't overly familiar with the other department himself.

Henry was quiet as he thought, seemingly flipping through a mental rolodex of the department. "Amos....Willner...Eastogo and Blan....Pellis...and uh...Mordra. They'll be a good escort. I'll inform them to be ready in thirty minutes and meet you in the shuttlebay."

He nodded and stood. "Thank you." It was said sincerely, and in a tone that was meant for the Captain and his father.

"Good luck son, be careful."


Captain Henry Crow
Commanding Officer, USS Mercutio

Lieutenant JG Chance Crow
Medical Officer, USS Mercutio


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