A Minor Issue

Posted on Wed Jun 22nd, 2011 @ 1:02am by Morgan Damron & Commander Krang Darkmoon

898 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Winds of Change
Location: Security
Timeline: Current

ON

Morgan was not pleased. When she boarded her shuttle to head back to Damron City, she was informed that there was a problem with her papers.

What could possibly be wrong with her shuttle? Her lawyers assurd her everything was fine. So, to get to the bottom of the problem, she went in search of Krang Darkmoon.

Krang had been informed by his team at docking bay seven to expect a very happy Morgan Damron. He put his feet up on the desk and began to sip his coffee waiting for the impending storm.

Two Samoan bodyguards opened the door into Krang's office. They glared at him as they stepped aside. Morgan sailed in and sat down in front of Krang. "Darkmoon. I'm Morgan Damron. I want my shuttle released." Her tone was calm but imperious.

"That's Commander Darkmoon, good for you and that's nice." he answered looking completely unimpressed. His feet still on the desk, he asked, "Do you have an appointment?"

Morgan's expression cooled. "Lieutenant Darkmoon, don't play games with me. You're holding my shuttle. I want it released." Her patience with the gorilla was growing thin.

"Not the brightest bulb in the box are we dear?" he asked. "Let's try this again. Do you have an appointment?"

"I don't need an appointment. Unless you'd rather I call Starfleet Headquarters and have them order you to see me?"

"Be my guest. Here, let me put the call through for you." he said. He typed a series of commands into his terminal and the Starfleet logo filled the screen. A recorded voice said "Thank you for calling Starfleet Headquarters. Your call is very important to us. Someone will be with you shortly. You are currently caller number 47 in line for an attendant." The voice stopped and a mellow piece of piano music started to play. "Ooh, I love this song." Krang said with a smile.

Morgan waved her hand at one of her bodyguards who handed her a communication device. SHe dialed in a series of numbers. After a moment the call connected. "Admiral Willoughby? Morgan Damron. Delightful to speak with you again. How are you? Good. Yes, we'll do lunch the next time I'm on earth. Yes, tell your wife I said hello. I have a favor, dear. I'm on Starbase Typhon. Yes, Theta Fleet. Captain Hawkins. I'm in the office of his Chief of Security. An Ensign Darkmoon. He's holding my shuttle on some silly charge of not having the right signature. Something about it needing to be from the Chief Engineer and not the Assistant Chief Engineer. I know. Silly, isn't it? Will you talk to him? No, not on this line. call him directly. He won't believe me if he doesn't hear it from you on official channels. You are a dear. I'll send you a case tomorrow. Ta." She closed the connection and smiled. A minute later, Krang's computer announced an incoming call from Starfleet Command.

Krang answered the call. "Hello Admiral." he said, then he continued "Let me start with telling you that this call is being recorded. Second, if you are calling about Morgan Damron, let me point out that you are attempting to order me to violate established procedure to show preferential treatment to a woman that offered you a bribe." he took a sip of his coffee. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Sir?"

"BRIBE?!?" the Admiral bellowed. "You DARE accuse ME of taking a bribe? I'll have you know the case of wine is a present for my wife IN EXCHANGE FOR A CRATE OF ROSES. How DARE you accuse a member of Starfleet Command of taking BRIBES?" He blustered for a moment longer and paused to control himself. "The Damron Group's paperwork has always been in order. They do a significant amount of business with a number of the Admiralty. Not once has there been a question of their legality. This will be investigated and if I find that you're so much as crossing your EYES I'll have you busted down to crewman and assigned kitchen detail for the rest of your career. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

He didn't wait for an answer. "Enjoy your last few hours as a Commander. I assure you, it won't last long." There was a distinctive click on the other end of the line.

Morgan smiled. "Well, Cadet Darkmoon, I see you have the tact of a Neanderthal." She stood gracefully. "I want my shuttle released before nightfall. If it isn't, I assure you, your career won't be worth the paper required to print your resume. Good day." She laughed cruelly, knowing he was in serious trouble and sailed out of the room, bodyguards in tow.

Krang just shook his head. This woman was used to getting her way by any means necessary and sadly today was not going to be one of those days. He called after her, "Get the paper worked straightened out and make a proper appointment and we'll see about releasing the shuttle tomorrow."

She didn't deign to comment. She was confident Admiral Willoughby would take care of the little monkey. She had more important things to take care of.

OFF

Commander Krang Darkmoon
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
Starbase Typhon

Morgan Damron
Chairman
Damron Group

Admiral David Willoughby (NPC)
Starfleet Command

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