Getting Shiftier

Posted on Sat Apr 16th, 2022 @ 6:50pm by Lieutenant Commander Diane Doctrine
Edited on on Sat Apr 16th, 2022 @ 6:56pm

Mission: Free write
Location: Intelligence Center, Deck 9
Timeline: present

"Silent Procurement"
or
"Getting Shiftier"

Lieutenant Commander Diane Doctrine
Intelligence Officer
USS Resolution

==Resolution's Intel Center, Deck 9==

Diane sat at her console to take care of the business Captain Carey asked of her.

"Computer, this is Lieutenant Commander Diane Doctrine, affirm?"

**Lieutenant Commander Diane Doctrine voice pattern recognized**
**Lieutenant Commander Diane Doctrine facial scan commencing**
**Lieutenant Commander Diane Doctrine facial pattern recognized**

"Computer, I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

**Starfleet Intelligence Communication Protocols engaging**

**Starfleet Intelligence Communication Protocols engaged**

**Starfleet Intelligence Encryption engaging**

**Starfleet Intelligence Encryption engaged**

**Starfleet Intelligence Officer, USS Resolution, Lieutenant Commander Diane Doctrine, fractal encryption engaging**

**Starfleet Intelligence Officer, USS Resolution, Lieutenant Commander Diane Doctrine, fractal encryption engaged**

**Lieutenant Commander Diane Doctrine, personal procurement communication directive engaging**

**Lieutenant Commander Diane Doctrine, personal procurement communication directive engaged**

It seemed like an awful lot of security but the captain said to keep this on the 'down low'. To an intelligence officer, that meant meant extra layers of security.

She entered the personal communication code for someone she knew could supply everything and on short notice.

**waiting...**

**waiting...**

**connecting...**

**connected!**

A face appeared on her screen. An old, wrinkled, bearded face looked back at Diane. A face that had seen a lot of goodness as evidenced by the laugh lines that could even be seen despite the thick facial hair. They'd also seen an equal amount of despair based on the worry lines around the eyes. "Hello Diane! What do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

Diane smiled at one of her oldest friends. "Quentin, how are the little ones?"

"They're growing way too fast, you know how that goes, yes?"

"Indeed." Diane replied still smiling.

"But I have a distinct feeling this isn't social call. Yes?" Quentin's eyes narrowed somewhat, but not exactly in a suspicious manner.

Diane inhaled through her teeth, "What made you guess that?"

"OH, I don't know, the eight hundred thousand layers of security you added to this transmission. Yes?" An exageration to be sure. Quentin smiled wryly. "So, let's get down to the nuts and bolts. What do you need?"

Diane ahemmed innocently. "I have a little list."

Quentin rolled his eyes, "Of course you do. Maybe after the business we can talk socially? Yes? I admit I have missed your positive attitude."

"That would be great," Diane agreed.

Quentin's head tilted to the right a degree, "All right then, what do you need this time?"

"How about I just transmit the list to you," Diane offered readying to do just that.

A couple of taps of the console and Quentin was reading an extensive list. His eyes went wide as he finished reading and looked back to the screen. "Shit, are you going to war or something?"

Diane kept her expression neutral, "We need to help some people... off the record."

"That's a lot of help on such short notice, yes?"

"I know but you're the only one I know that can get us everything on the list without asking questions," Diane had a hint of pleading in her tone. She knew that would soften the blow of the extensive request.

"And where are we to deliver all this?" Quentin asked.

"The ship I'm currently on," Diane answered, "The Resolution, our course, heading, and speed are being sent to you now... also, our F or F signature, and the code you'll need to transmit to us when we meet."

"All this information wrapped up, does it come with a bow?" Quentin teased.

"If you like, I can add one," Diane retorted with a little, teasing grin.

Quentin shook his head. "Anything else?"

"Just one more thing," Diane did her best to sound as casual as possible, "When you get to us, I need it beamed directly to the captain's personal storage locker on this ship."

Quentin's left eyebrow went in a very Vulcanesque manner. "Anything else?" He completely failed to sound unannoyed.

Diane playfully twisted her index finger into her cheek, "I think that's it this time."

Quentin nodded, "I'm gonna need a few days, yes? I'll be in contact with you soon to let you know when we'll meet you, yes?"

This time Diane nodded and replied earnestly. "Yes and thank you Quentin."

"You won't say that when you get the bill," Quentin quipped.

"Computer, end transmission."

**transmission ended**

"Computer, mischief managed."

**Confirmed, mischief managed**
**Lieutenant Commander Diane Doctrine, personal procurement communication directive disengaged**
**Starfleet Intelligence Officer, USS Resolution, Lieutenant Commander Diane Doctrine, fractal encryption disengaged**
**Starfleet Intelligence Encryption disengaged**
**Starfleet Intelligence Communication Protocols disengaged**

Diane signed out of her console and locked it down while letting out a satisfying sigh. If she knew Quentin they'd be meeting up within five day's time. She hoped the captain knew what he was doing.