"Lack of Intelligence"

Posted on Tue Jan 26th, 2021 @ 8:19am by Lieutenant Nikosh Targus

478 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Where do we go from here?
Location: Intelligence Office

__***"Lack of Intelligence"***__
Duty Log of Lt. Nikosh Targus
SD 202101.26

. Lt. Nikosh Targus, Tellarite Intelligence Officer of the *USS Roddenberry-A*, glared at the report one of his assistants had provided him. He had withdrawn to the private office designated for the Chief of Intelligence within the Security Department so he could work in peace.
. They had managed to decode some of the Suliban carrier signal hidden as background static, and they had discovered some of their plans.
. What Nikosh had originally taken as Romulan religious ceremonies weren't Romulan at all, they were Vulcan, because apparently, in this universe, the Romulan-Vulcan divergence had never happened! The Vulcans of this universe were still the emotion-driven warriors they had been over 2000 years ago, nearly as militant as the Klingons! The head of the Vulcan High Command, Surak, was little more than a military dictator.
. And the Klingons weren't what he was used to either. They were scheming, hiding, and planning an assassination attempt. They sounded almost Romulan! Their High Chancellor was Duras, son of Ja'rod. Nikosh muttered to himself, "If he is ze same Duras from our own universe, he is a conniving manipulator of the greatest order."
. And there were Suliban in both courts. "Suliban!" Nikosh exclaimed, "In our universe, they haven't been heard from in centuries!"
. It seemed that the Suliban were playing both sides, egging on the war between the Vulcans and the Klingons, planting little ideas here and nudging decisions there.
. But Ensign Random's report had a little more information. The Suliban had Red Matter, the highly volatile compound could compress matter and augment gravitational forces to generate black holes. And they had a massive weapon they had acquired from the Xindi and were using it to drill towards the core of Vulcan and planned to inject Red Matter into it. The resulting shockwave from that collapse and explosion would devastate space for many, many light years in all directions.
. Andoria, Earth, Bajor, Chin'Toka, Tzenketh, almost as far as Cardassia, would all likely be destroyed, reduced to ash, or crushed to rubble, or at least made uninhabitable.
. And then there was the destroyed ship. They had found pieces of it, but it was undeniable. It was the *Roddenberry-A*, their own ship, blown apart and crushed by a powerful shockwave three days ago! And yet, here Nikosh sat, staring at a computer screen where he saw his own head, separated from his body and crushed almost beyond recognition, but ... it was his head. He was reminded of what the Little Kitten had said. "Oh God, Nikki, you're uglier when dead!" He grunted. It was true, too true.
. "I hate ze temporal paradoxes!" He shouted, slamming his fist on his desk. "Only eggheads understand dem!"
. All this information and they still had very little actionable intelligence. Or at least, nothing Nikosh was smart enough to figure out.
=== END LOG ===

 

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