Star Trek: Starbase 777 - intelligence-hub

In the naturally dark, isolated room of the Intelligence ~~nerds~~ department, a singular screen flickered to life - filling the rest of the room with an ambient glow. It was a message, rather official looking too; one that any officer looking over it would be wise to pay attention to.

FROM: STARFLEET INTELLIGENCE HQ TO: STARFLEET INTELLIGENCE - STARBASE 777 BRANCH [@Intelligence] CC: STARBASE 777 CoS, ACoS [@H. Eld. Yoro'clis, @Lt. Lorin Redwood] SUBJECT: OFFICIAL NOTICE OF CRIMINAL ACTIVITY ATTENTION: VERIFIED CRIMINAL ACTIVITY OPERATING OUT OF STARBASE (SERIAL NUMBER: 777) NOTICE: Upon Investigation, my crew and I have traced a Starship component theft operation based out of Starbase [777] - These operations are not a new trend, and function by removing key components of a civilian's Starship, under the guise of 'routine service;' this behaviour jeopardises the primary operation of the ship and places it's owner in danger. The stolen parts are likely resold to third parties. I recommend that the Intelligence branch in the vicinity work with the operational staff and security of [777] to shut this operation down permanently, and trace both where and who the parts were being sold to. NOTICE SUBMITTED BY: CAPTAIN SYREZEAJU - COMMANDING OFFICER OF INTELLIGENCE SHIP [USS NIGHTFALL] NOTICE VERIFIED BY: ELARIS TOSEN - MAINTAINING AND DEPUTISING DIVISION NOTICE REFERENCE NUMBER: 423-58764-089

At the bottom of the message - and in red coloured bold - was the all too familiar and important phrase that was key in allowing Intel agents to act on HQ's notices:

Vara spun around in her chair and quickly read the message. “Hmmm let’s see here!” She said as she read it over. “Hey guys! We have mail from a uh, Captain Syrezaju?” She spoke aloud into the hub. “Looks like there is a starship component theft operation based out of here?” She said in a hum.

Like almost every day of every work shift Alyx was sat at a console going through various files and miscellaneous reports needing to be sent with one leg crossed over the other. Charged with maintaining order and (most importantly) keeping an eye on the various dubious and ex-dubious people aboard the starbase, they rarely got to see much in the way of any proper action, - After all, they were part of MADD, not the Field Division, - So as a message popped up on a nearby screen, adding yet more light to the dimly lit room, the hybrid glanced over there with a look of curiosity before ultimately sliding over in their chair to take a look. Reading the notice multiple thoughts began running through their head: A, how was this possible? B, how hadn’t they or anyone else noticed? And C… Captain Syrezeaju? Huh. They hadn’t expected to read that name of all the possible people who could’ve submitted the notice, but it was certainly interesting, that was for sure. The blinking red phrase at the bottom of the message was ultimately the call to action, though, and so they leant back in their chair with a hum. “So it looks like somehow, despite there being however many Security officers and however many of us aboard, someone has managed to set up a damn chop shop somewhere on 777. I’m just boggled by the fact they’ve managed to get away with it for this long undetected.”

Vovvi leant over behind Vara to get a look at the message, brows furrowing gently. Was this station always so lively? "Ensign, forward the message to Operations and get them to tracking this down ASAP. Call for a briefing as well-- the sooner we shut this...'chop shop' down, the better."

“Just for clarity’s sake, chop shops weren’t my area of expertise.” She said with a joke before starting to forward the message towards Ops.

“We don’t know if anyone within Starfleet is involved so it’s probably a good idea to keep it on a need to know basis right now. If they find out we’re looking into their operation they’ll shut it down and scarper faster than a cockroach in a pantry.” They said, looking between their colleagues as they did. “Funny that this notice was submitted by my former Captain, I have to say. Glad to read she’s still going about the place on the Nightfall.”

Vovvi raised an eyebrow at Vara before straightening up. "Thank you, Ensign. And I'll keep recommendations in mind, Lieutenant, but I still want all of our people alerted. Send a message up to Command, recommend against going into yellow alert for that reason. Best to tie up Engineering with Operations for double hands, as well as Security with Tactical for when we're ready to take down." She stretched up with a little sigh. "Let's get to the briefing room."

Vara stood up with a nod and quickly followed behind. “Yes ma’am.” She said with a hum.

"Will do." Alyx responded in a casual tone with a simple nod, before sliding back over to their console in their chair to begin working on both notifying Command and researching the stolen components.