The Fleet had been on high alert since the President and Chancellor assassination attempts. In this time of high stress, Admiral Christian Moyer, still trying to find his sea legs as the King’s Fleet Commander in Chief began to trumpet his successes as a leader. He began bragging about the addition of hte USS John Paul II and the importance of the second Rhodes Island Class in the successful operations in theatre.
Retired Colonel Belvedere Brown took little time in reminding the good Commander in Chief that his accomplishments paled in comparison to Vincent Viceroy or even to Admiral Deveniss who had kept the fleet alive after the recent failures to try to keep the colonies going. Moyer would have none of it continuing to gloat over his successes.
Colonel Trapor reminded the good Admiral that he only got the job because of his father and to be careful with his ego. Moyer chastised the Gorn, “How would a Gorn know leadership? Your race, your species swarm your enemies and hunt them like pray. You are barely more than animals.”
Trapor stood up but Colonel Brown held back his collague. Moyer left the room as Admiral Deveniss showed up. The good Admiral looked at Moyer and the marines, “You fellas better iron out your differences.”
Moyer just scoffed, “Starfleet operations was never about the marines.”
During a report to Admiral Wilson of Starfleet on the regional fleet authority operations, Admiral Christian Moyer was openly critical of the activities of Federation News Network Reporter Belvedere Brown and the King’s Fleet Marine Commandant Colonel Trapor of Gorn. Governor Bernice Branson was shocked at the behaviour of the Fleet Admiral and told the Admiral he was out of line.
Christian looked at Bunny, “On what authority. I am the Fleet Commander in Chief. Stand down, civilian.”
Bunny was furious. After the meeting ended, the Governor of the colony of Reykja Penthe looked at Christian and firmly stated, “We will have a little decorum here or there will be changes.”
“Please, you are no more a statesperson than your aunt. They were right to call her Starfleet Barbie and they are right to call you a hippie chick.”, Christian mocked.
Bell and Trapor burst out laughing.
“What are you laughing at? You are no better.”, Bunny snapped.
“Do you see this?”, the Governor asked.
The three gentlemen looked at her, “And what’s that?”
“Its the colony charter signed so many years ago on the Omega Planet in the Omega Fleet, it states that the defence of the colony will fall under the protective authority of a regional fleet as assigned by the Governor of the colony or the Chancellor of the Academy in accordance with United Federation of Planets protocols.”, Bunny read firmly.
“Your power comes from me, Admiral Moyer. I would suggest that we all work together or you all will be looking for work.”, Bunny snapped.
“Who showed her that stuff?”, Christian snapped.
“I did.”, Gul Neron Kira came walking onto the promenade. The weird Cardassian with a fetish for Bajoran clothes and the ways of the prophets smiled.
Admiral Deveniss looked at the Cardassian, “Well done, Gul Kira. The drinks are on me.”
Moyer glared at Bunny. There may be a new tension on Reykja Penthe now.
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Governor Bernice “Bunny” Branson
Civilian Governor
Reykja Penthe
King’s Fleet Protected Territories
Klingon Theatre 2400
