Rumor has it… the person behind a serious of sabotage attempts and the murder of two suspected rebel sympathizers was arrested and brought to to security on unrelated charges. The saboteur was identified as V’lol, a known member of the Vulcan Syrranite movement, affiliated with rebel factions in the Empire. After an interrogation session with one of the Empire’s specialists, she was later transferred to the I.S.S. Betazed for a trip to the Dungeons of Terra.
Rumor has it… there’s been a lot of personnel shuffles to and from the I.S.S. Baton Rouge ever since it docked at the station yesterday. Not twelve hours in did the transfers begin… starting with the senior staff, who initiated the transfer spree when they petitioned their objection to the new change in command.
Upon making their way to the station to discuss the matter, many attempted a discreet shortcut through the airlocks so the Captain wouldn’t detect their movements. A malfunction in the airlock, however, opened their shortcut before they could don their EV suits.
The transfers extended to assistant department chiefs, shift chiefs, then extending all the way to about half of the 550 crewmembers. During these times, the Baton Rouge reported significant power draws from the station’s umbilical cords, flowing directly to the security department’s agony chambers. Disciplinary overflow also resulted in dozens of Baton Rouge crewmembers being transferred to the station’s agony booths. New personnel have already been requested and allocated, including a new senior staff, many whom the Captain of the Baton Rouge, Commander Mi’shune sh’Sonora, specifically requested.
Rumour has it, gentle reader, that Nick Loxton is in the market for peace of mind. What will his fellow Terrans make of this? Surely they will oblige the delicate sensibilities of Loxton by giving him the peace he so longingly craves?
Rumor has it… Commander Mi’shune sh’Sonora has her ship’s personnel and disciplinary issues more or less under control. It’s taking quite a bit of shuffling with the Bureau of Personnel, but she was able to Ship of Theseus herself a workable crew. Morale and efficiency has already started to improve!
Rumor has it… the Dungeons of Terra in old Detroit will have to wait. The saboteur known as V’lol has been returned to the station. What fate awaits her? We’ll know soon enough…
Rumor has it that Captain Konieczko called an emergency senior staff meeting in the late hours aboard Battle Station Argo. Following, a sense of urgency broke out among several departments.
Security seems to have increased it’s amount of patrols and use of agony booths for questioning. There also seemed to be several additional security checkpoints popping up around the battle station and ‘routine random quarter searches’.
Additional labor requisitions have been submitted to boost the stations diminishing labor population. Cargo bay purges into space have also been decided to now be a ‘rare’ occurrence.
Engineering seems to be preparing something, though that has not yet become clear.
Rumor has it Admiral Perim and her flagship are not leaving after her recent visit to Battlestation Argo. The Admiral seems intent on personally overseeing some manner of mysterious preparations that the battlefleet is undertaking. Apparently she’s even set up a second office aboard. We probably have that to thank for the generally increased level of security and loyalty testing on the station.
Rumor has it that the Admiral only kept one of the many paintings she acquired at the art auction. Lot #128 is on display in her new office.
Lot #129, Faithful Unto Death, was delivered to Captain Varley aboard the Saratoga.
The remainder of the won paintings, 120, 121, 122, 123, 125, 127, and 130, were delivered to Captain Konieczko. Presumably to be distributed around the station.
Strangely enough, Lot #124 - presumed lost, was delivered only slightly delayed to the quarters of one Commander Johnathon Traise. A note attached reads, "The Empire recognizes the strength in each officer simply doing his duty and excelling."
Rumor has it that the large and impressive Painting #126 was delivered to Captain Konieczko’s office by LCDR Mercer with a signed note.
Some say this was just an extravagant attempt to curry favor. Others suggest it might be an ill-advised romantic overture. Whatever the reason, the LCDR looked pleased on her way out.
Rumor has it… after taking care of some… personnel issues on the Baton Rouge, Commander Mi’shune sh’Sonora aided Alistair Nimitz on his search for his missing painting. However, even her formidable tracking skills were not enough to find it. Whoever swapped out the painting had some considerable skills of their own… or a considerable amount of authority and power.
No matter, she got paid for her efforts, and now is busy getting the Baton Rouge ready for Admiral Perim’s mystery plan. Whatever it is, she’s ahead of the pack, being literally a day ahead of everyone else by sheer accident! Looks like she got the pick of BuPer’s available personnel before they were slammed with demands from virtually every other vessel in the fleet!
Rumor has it… there’s a Vulcan locked in The Basement. By The Basement, if rumors are correct, meaning one of the last places any dissident wants to be locked up in this station.
And that’s my MU for the year! What’ll happen to V’lol and Mi’shune? How will their fortunes change in a year’s time? We’ll have to wait and see!
Rumour has it that Rachel has… links with either SFI or S31… Neither connection has been confirmed, but it would explain her manipulative and shadowy tendencies in combat.
“I hear he still has Maxwell confined in his quarters.”
“What? That’s ridiculous, he killed Maxwell.”
“I’m being ridiculous? He weighs twelve pounds, how could he kill a fully grown Terran, much less the Captain?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want to find out. Once this conversation is done I’m going to stop thinking about it.”
“So you’re comfortable serving under this… animal?”
“You call everyone that isn’t a human an animal.”
“Okay, but this time he is literally an animal!”
“I know, but when you use it so much it kind of takes the sting out of it. Like, the Vulcan in astrometrics? Animal. That Bajoran cook? Animal. The Admiral, twenty minutes ago, animal.”
“Right, I get that, but he’s a cat!”
“Again, you call Cait-”
“Yes I know I call Caitians cats but he is a literal actual housecat!”
“But you see what I mean about-”
“BY GOD EMPEROR CRUSHER’S HOLY GOLDEN THRONE IF YOU DO NOT SHUT UP I WILL-”
“Fine, fine, fine! Sheesh. Every morning, you always find something to scream about. Just one quiet breakfast and an English muffin, is that so much to ask…”
Rumor has it that almost a quarter of Battle Station Argo’s slave population has accepted Perim’s offer of amnesty/freedom for service, with more signing up every hour.
The whole process has been remarkably peaceful and orderly, with each now-former slave being assigned the rank of Crewman and issued a uniform, a combadge, and a phaser. They’re being assigned crew quarters in a designated section, and given training/assignments from officers loyal to the Admiral.
A few slaves who had previously been Terran Officers have been restored to their previous ranks, though the exact criteria for this privilege has not been publicized.
Though no notable incidents have been reported yet, It is easy to speculate that things may quickly break down once these uniformed, armed former-slaves begin walking freely about the station.
Rumor has it that Battle Station security has began to aggressively interrogate the labor forces. Those that are found to have skill beyond general labor have been conscripted to Admiral Perim’s war force. This has led to minor scraps with station security.
Rumor has it that for whatever reason, the ISS Midway seems to lack a definitive crew manifest outside of the presence of its captain. In fact, no one has ever seen any crew come or go from the vessel aside from Captain Flynn since he took command though it has been speculated that extensive modifications have been made to the Midway’s systems. It has also been said that when sensors scan the ship, they can only detect a single lifeform aboard, despite operating at maximum efficiency. Even its fighter complement seems to be a mystery…
Speculation about what antique weapon the Kihai is selling has been running rampant. The vessel’s XO, an old Romulan answering to the name “Jalme”, has been a fixture at the bar since the auction was announced, but thus far has politely refused to clarify the matter. Possibilities circulating among the curious and bored include a kleegat, a decommissioned tricobalt satellite, an ushaan-tor, a handheld thalaron generator, an ahn-woon, and even an old Dopterian interceptor. Perhaps relatedly, the station’s money-lenders have had to get choosy about how much credit they are willing to extend, and to whom.
Rumor has it, that Vulcan wretch from that backwater M’Talas is some sort of spy or informant for Varley. Either that or some new toy she’ll shunt out an airlock within the week.
Apparently a full week was an optimistic guess. The hot gossip around the Duchess of Montreal would have you believe that her latest xeno informant-slash-pet has deeply offended her in the middle of a rather compromising intimate moment. There are as many different versions of the story as there are mouths to tell it, but one thing seems certain: the offending party is fleeing for his life.
