E1 Only The Beginning
Location: Deck 8
Timeline: MD01 1035
With the Captain's instruction to have a dedicated channel to Starfleet Intelligence set to her work desk in her quarters, Arianna set about securing a dedicated bandwith with Operations.
For that, she'd need the assistance from one Commander Parker, so she queried the computer, after having finished her conversation with Commander T'Prynn and set off to meet Tim Parker.
As he'd been unable to complete the task given to him by the ship's Executive Officer, Tim found himself again on Deck 8, trying to push a stubborn Ensign out of a set of VIP quarters and into standard-issue Junior Officer quarters on a different deck. Most of the personnel, so far, had been cooperating, as indicated by the various grav carts and stacks of luggage and personal effects that littered the corridor. He did find, however, this ensign, a tall and brazen Zaldan security officer, to be quite a nuisance.
"I've been on this ship for a year," the ensign protested, jabbing at Timothy's stomach with his webbed fingers. "Your predecessor, sir, didn't have a problem with this."
"My predecessor, Ensign," Tim replied, his tone as gruff as possible without sounding violent, "is the reason why we both are in this mess. The way I see it, there are two options. Continue on board this ship, or I'll arrange for a transfer to the starbase. Either way, you will be out of that stateroom in one hour."
The Zaldan stared the shorter human down. As much as he didn't like it, he knew he had little choice in the matter. "Very well, Commander," he growled. He then turned and disappeared back inside the large stateroom to pack.
As she had located Parker on Deck Eight, Arianna had arrived just in time to witness the 'argument'. She remembered how old colleagues on the Miyazaki sharing similar issues, as the one the Commander had been having, and she, as part of the security detail back then had often been called to assist the Operations personnel.
"You know, Zaldans respond well if you treat them the way they treat you. They don't do courtesy. It sets them off, they think it's fake." Arianna offered to Tim, making her presence known.
Tim looked beside him to see the blonde Chief of Intelligence. "Thanks," he said, resisting a grunt. "I'll keep that in mind for the next round. What brings you to Deck Eight?"
"You do, sir. I need a favor and you're the man to ask about it." Ari said as she stepped over. "With current events, I require a dedicated communications bandwith I can use at any given time to contact my people. The Captain has requested this himself so that I could provide the most up to date information for us."
Tim nodded, taking a look down at his padd to jot down the note. "Shouldn't be a problem. Are there any specific frequencies I should keep blocked out for you, or just leave it to the bandwidth?"
Arianna shrugged, "just leave me a bandwith, I'll have to manually rotate frequencies where necessary as my sources will be varied. Naturally, I'll do my best not to steal bandwiths if we're in dire need to use the full spectrum. We need to be alive first to talk to anyone and all that." The blonde said easily.
Tim wasn't exactly a fan of being kept out in the dark, but there was a reason he was the operations officer, and she the intelligence guru. "Definitely. I can have that bandwidth allocated here in the next hour for you. If you need more, let me know and we'll work it out from there."
Arianna nodded, "thank you, Commander. I appreciate everyone's willingness to work with me. I know having me around is not exactly the most comforting of notions."
"As long as we're not the ones being spied on," Tim suggested, having a feeling that her role on the starship, an often misunderstood position, had a lot to do with the implied discomfort. "There's nothing to worry about I suppose. I have to admit though, this is the first time I've served with an intelligence officer."
"If you were, you wouldn't know you were, nor that an assessor was aboard the ship." Arianna smirked, "that being said, we don't often get assigned aboard ships as intelligence officers. Usually local officers with enough clearance serve as intel liaisons. However, given what's happened and where we are going, they figured they needed a dedicated intel that won't interfere with the regular crew doing their jobs. That and my security and tactical background probably helped in my selection."
"I'd be careful advertising that if I were you," Tim cautioned, thinking of something he would have to do regarding the bandwidth. As he transitioned that thought from his mind to his padd, he explained, "With the ship being short a Chief of Security, the Captain could assign you double duty in the meantime."
Frost shrugged, "I'm sure the Captain has considered the possibility. If offered I will agree to the position, however, I'm sure there will be more qualified officers arriving soon. Besides, it's been a long while since I've served in the capacity."
"With the way things are looking, I imagine that we'll be lucky to have an uneventful trip," Tim remarked. "Aside from the bandwidth, will there be anything else you need? Extra supplies, materials?"
"If you have a packet of PADDs to spare and isolinear chips, I'd appreciate that, since I'm working from my quarters when not on the Bridge. Other than that, I just need the bandwith really." Arianna said, "if you ever need anything from me, please let me know. If I can help, I will."
Tim's eyes widened and both eyebrows shot up. He hadn't been informed of this decision, not that it really mattered, but having such dedicated bandwidth likely wouldn't be supported by terminals in the crew quarters. Such infrastructure was hardened a bit further into the ship. "Quarters?" he asked. "I'm sure I could find you an appropriate workspace in the ship somewhere. I'm sure I could convert a lab or something."
"It was the Captain's inferrence that I use my quarters. However if you can find me a place I won't be disturbed in I won't complain. Might need to double check with the Captain though." Arianna nodded.
"If it's what the Captain wants I guess," Tim mumbled, finding himself in his first disagreement with the Trill in charge. "I'll take a look around before checking with the Captain. I'm sure I could find something. In the meantime, I'll make sure you get those supplies today."
Frost nodded, "thank you, Commander. I appreciate it."
Tim nodded in return. "Of course, Lieutenant. Anytime."
With that said, hands clasped behind her back, Arianna nodded to Tim once and left the Commander to deal with the rest of his tasks.