Episode 25 - Evaluation
Stardate: 41369.9.
Earth Standard Date: May 15, 2364.
Location: Starbase 74, Tarsas System.
Tyson once again found himself scrutinized by a Starfleet panel of Commander Luther Sloan, Commander Nedar Oh, and Admiral Jameson. Captain Picard and Commander Data were also present.
The three commanding officers presented an intriguing contrast. Admiral Jameson sat leaning back in his chair with a smug grin. Next to him, Commander Oh displayed all the emotional range one could expect from a Vulcan. Her brows were furrowed slightly, her lips pressed into a thin line, and her stern eyes were fixated on Tyson with an almost tangible intensity. He'd spent enough time around T'Pol to recognize when a Vulcan was displeased. As for Commander Luther Sloan, his face was a mask, unreadable and devoid of any discernible emotion. His gaze, cold and calculating, offered no insight into his thoughts or feelings.
Admiral Jameson folded his hands on the table in front of him, studying Tyson with a shrewd gaze. "Ensign Tyson, now that we've all observed you in action, we're keen to hear your self-evaluation. What's your assessment of your performance?"
Tyson thoughtfully recounted the events, recalling all the decisions he had made. "I believe I performed admirably," Tyson began. "We managed to save all the Bynars and retrieve the Enterprise. Not a single life was lost, and everything was resolved peacefully."
Sloan's gaze remained unreadable, while Nedar Oh merely raised an eyebrow, a silent acknowledgment of his claim. With quiet confidence, Tyson leaned forward, meeting the gaze of each officer on the panel.
"Did I pass?"
Admiral Jameson turned his gaze from Tyson to Data. He prompted, "Commander Data, what is your analysis?"
Data's golden eyes held a distant, focused look as his positronic brain quickly processed through the entire sequence of events that had transpired. His positronic brain allowed him to analyze Tyson's performance in detail, considering the tactics Tyson had employed, his leadership, and the strategies he'd utilized.
"Ensign Tyson's handling of the theft of the Enterprise was unorthodox. However, considering the objectives, his strategies were effective. He managed to preserve the lives of the Bynars who eloped, prevent the loss of the Bynars' planet as a whole, and secure the Enterprise. The only area that can be considered a demerit in Ensign Tyson's performance is that he had access to means beyond what is typically available to Starfleet personnel. His shields and armor, for one, though they went unutilized. While Ensign Tyson specializes in engineering, the Transwarp Beaming Formula is still a mystery to myself and anyone else who examines it." Data paused momentarily, letting his words sink in before finally delivering his verdict, "Based on these factors, I conclude that he has indeed met the criteria of overcoming the Kobayashi Maru. Compared to the completions by Calhoun and Stone, Ensign Tyson's outcome was, by far, more successful. However, I note that Ensign Tyson's success may be considered similar to Kirk or Scott's since he was successful through an unconventional advantage that other Starfleet officers could not replicate under real-world circumstances."
Admiral Jameson swiveled in his chair to face the Vulcan officer seated next to him. He asked, "And you, Commander Oh? Your thoughts on Captain Tyson's performance?"
"I approve that you took steps to equip and protect those under your charge. However, you completed the mission without using the portal ability we've heard so much about. I wonder how much of a no-win scenario this was for you."
Tyson admitted, "Commander, you are correct. I was never in any real danger. While this mission may have been impossible for others, it wasn't much of a challenge for me."
Commander Oh contemplated him for a moment before asking another question, "Would you have been as successful taking Kobayashi Maru if the examination pitted you against the Klingons?"
Tyson couldn't hold back his genuine, hearty laugh. "Absolutely, Commander. I'd wager it would have demonstrated my abilities even better. While I specialized in Operations, my true strength lies in individual combat. The Admiral, Captain Picard, and Lieutenant Commander Data can attest to that."
A slight frown creased the Vulcan Commander's face. Tyson's unconventional tactics tested her preconceived notions, but the looks on the other's faces indicated he wasn't simply boasting or exaggerating. "And you were certain you would remain unharmed?"
Tyson nodded, leaning back in his chair. His voice was calm and matter-of-fact as he explained, "My armor can mitigate the effects of energy weapons, but it would have to penetrate my personal shield generator first. And my offense is as capable as my defensive abilities."
As the room fell silent again, Admiral Jameson turned his gaze to the last panel member, the inscrutable Commander Luther Sloan.
"Per Captain Picard's report, you bypassed the lockout to the Enterprise's bridge. Then you bypassed the Bynars' encryption, some of the strongest known by the Federation. Reports from your last mission indicate you were able to imitate the appearance of Admiral Jameson." A brief pause, and then he leaned forward slightly. "Is this another facet of your abilities? What are the limitations?"
"Not exactly. Both functions are part of my nanotech armor. I can pass my armor on to others, but I wouldn't do so without trusting someone implicitly. The appearance change doesn't adjust my height, which limits its applications."
Sloan pointed out, "You passed your armor to Captain Picard."
Tyson replied, "Captain Picard is one of the most morally upstanding men I've met in my life."
For a moment, Sloan sat there, evaluating Tyson's words. Picard, silently observing, inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment of the compliment. Finally, Sloan responded, "A valid perspective. Nonetheless, hypothetically speaking, your abilities seem ideal for espionage or sabotage. What are the odds you could infiltrate and successfully commandeer a ship using your abilities to their fullest?"
Tyson crossed his arms over his chest as he considered Sloan's question. "High."
Sloan studied the subtle changes in his expression and the confidence in his voice. Finally, he leaned back and steepled his fingers together. "It seems you have a certain fondness for ground engagements as opposed to space confrontations." His voice carried a note of amusement, though his face remained as impassive as ever.
"You're correct, Commander," Tyson admitted. "My experiences lie predominantly in individual combat. I'm confident few could best me in one-on-one and small group engagements."
All eyes turned to Admiral Jameson as the panel waited for his opinion. His gaze moved across each member before finally settling on Tyson. "Ensign Tyson," Jameson's voice held an unexpected warmth. "I firmly believe in taking matters into one's own hands, of carving your path. It's a philosophy I've adhered to all my life and one that I see mirrored in you. However, I caution you that that mentality recently caused the end of my marriage and nearly got me killed. That has no bearing on this evaluation. It's just words of wisdom from an old man to a young one." Jameson continued, "You demonstrated initiative, courage, and resourcefulness. You know your strengths, and you play to them."
"The Kobayashi Maru is a test designed to assess a cadet's reaction in the face of insurmountable odds. It is meant to test character in the face of a no-win scenario. You, Ensign Tyson, defied the odds and managed to find a solution to a real-life scenario that would have posed a significant challenge to any of us on this panel. And you were so successful that we can hardly consider it an adequate test of your capability. For that, you have my respect. Your performance, in my assessment, was exceptional. Commander Data, we have evaluated Tyson's performance. Please provide us with an objective conclusion."
Data's face remained impassive as he took in the question. "Firstly, it is appropriate to summarize the Starfleet ranks. An Ensign is a junior commissioned officer, usually tasked with specific duties under the guidance of a senior officer. Following the rank of Ensign, we have Lieutenant Junior Grade. This designation is reserved for Ensigns who demonstrate greater leadership or particular skills. Lieutenant is a rank generally serving as a department head on starships or space stations. Next is the Lieutenant Commander, who can serve in various roles, including executive officers or department heads on larger starships. This is the minimum rank needed to command a starship, outside of emergencies. Commanders can serve as captains of smaller vessels or as first officers on larger vessels. The rank of Captain is reserved for individuals who command starships, space stations, or Starfleet installations."
"Ensign Tyson's performance during the Kobayashi Maru simulation was highly commendable. His tactical acumen, ability to command his crew, strategic planning, and crisis handling were exemplary."
"Ensign Tyson demonstrated the capabilities and qualities that befit a Lieutenant Commander. He showed leadership, made critical decisions, and successfully achieved the objectives outlined in this scenario. However, his emphasis on ground engagements and personal combat suggests that further experience and training in starship command would be beneficial."
Admiral Jameson's gaze shifted from Data to the stoic Vulcan woman sitting at his side. "Commander Oh, your assessment?"
"Everything about Ensign Tyson is unorthodox, atypical of a Starfleet officer." Her eyes did not waver from Tyson. "However, he demonstrates an adeptness at thinking outside the parameters of conventional Starfleet strategies. He shows resourcefulness and uses his unique abilities adeptly, ultimately leading to his mission's success. Considering the unique qualities he brings, along with his demonstrated tactical prowess and leadership, I would recommend Ensign Tyson remain at the rank of Ensign," she concluded. "I stress the need for additional training and experience in adhering to Starfleet protocol and a broader understanding of space engagements. Moreover, his abilities require the oversight and guidance of more experienced officers."
Jameson subtly rolled his eyes, then turned his gaze to Commander Luther Sloan. "You've shown an interesting combination of skills and... reckless audacity. Your approach was not conventional Starfleet, and you've shown some disregard for standard protocol." Sloan paused briefly; he glanced at Oh before returning his attention to Tyson. "However, your actions have demonstrated courage, intelligence, and ingenuity. This type of thinking and behavior can be useful in certain challenging situations. Individuals willing to push the boundaries of convention to achieve a necessary outcome are valuable." Sloan finally broke eye contact with Tyson, looking back to Admiral Jameson. "Given the circumstances and the result of the mission, I believe that a promotion to Lieutenant Commander is warranted. This rank would provide Ensign Tyson the freedom to operate more independently, which I believe could benefit Starfleet." Sloan finished, "One thing that some of my colleagues on this panel may have overlooked considering is results. Regardless of our opinions, what matters in the field is results. Despite how we may feel about Tyson's abilities, these results speak for themselves. He nearly single-handedly commandeered a starship and saved an entire species."
Oh raised an eyebrow, but Jameson interrupted, "The purpose of a panel is that we each may present our opinions for consideration. Commander, your input is noted. Thank you."
Admiral Jameson paused, the weight of his decision hanging in the air. He finally lifted his gaze from the table, casting a measured look at the assembled panel before finally focusing back on Tyson. "Ensign Tyson," he began, "I have seen many officers come and go in my years with Starfleet. I've seen the best and worst of what we have to offer. But seldom, if ever, have I seen the level of expertise you've displayed across multiple disciplines. Your aptitude for combat is not just impressive; it's exceptional. But then, I've seen that with my own eyes." He paused for a moment, allowing his words to take hold. "What truly astounds me, however, is that from the reports I've read from your service aboard the Enterprise, we're still scratching the surface of what you're capable of. Fresh from the Academy, many cadets are given the rank of Lieutenant Commander if they display exceptional abilities in a single specialty area. Typically, this is common in the field of medicine. You have demonstrated outstanding capabilities in combat."
"I'm tempted to assign you the rank of Lieutenant Commander, given your exceptional skills and capabilities. However, some of Commander Oh's concerns are merited. Additionally, your time in Starfleet has been sensational but extremely short, making it difficult to consider a promotion of that level." Jameson's stern gaze softened somewhat as he looked at Tyson. "Regardless, you've done well, Ensign Tyson."
"After reviewing your performance and considering the recommendations of this panel, I'm inclined to promote you to the rank of Lieutenant. Congratulations, Lieutenant Tyson. It is not a decision I make lightly, but you have earned it. I expect you will continue to serve Starfleet with the same dedication and resourcefulness you have demonstrated today."
— Star Jumper —
As Tyson left the meeting room, Commander Sloan called out, "Lieutenant, a minute of your time?"
Tyson paused, turning to face the senior officer. "Yes, sir."
Sloan caught up to Tyson, and they fell into step, walking side by side down the corridor. The commander's face was a mask of polite interest, but Tyson could sense an undercurrent of something else beneath the surface.
"I was hoping if you might indulge my curiosity and give me a tour of your Personal Reality," Sloan said.
Tyson felt a flicker of suspicion. He knew Sloan was Section 31, the clandestine organization that operated in the shadows of Starfleet. The question was, did Sloan have any tricks up his sleeve that Tyson couldn't handle? It was probably a dumb question to ask yourself when dealing with this universe's version of "The Spy". But Tyson was confident enough in his abilities and the protections he'd put in place.
"If you'd like, Commander," Tyson replied, keeping his voice neutral.
He produced his Access Key. Holding it up to the nearest door, Tyson activated it. The door slid open, but instead of revealing another corridor or room within the Starbase, it opened onto a sun-drenched Mediterranean beach.
Sloan's eyebrows rose slightly. "Your Personal Reality is a beach?" he asked skeptically.
Tyson smiled, gesturing for Sloan to step through. "It's more than that, but this is as good a place as any to start."
They stepped onto the warm sand, the door sliding shut behind them and disappearing, leaving no trace of their entry point. The sound of gentle waves lapping at the shore filled the air, along with the cry of seagulls overhead. A light breeze carried the scent of salt and sun-warmed stone.
"Impressive," Sloan admitted, his eyes scanning the horizon where the deep blue sea met an equally blue sky. "The detail is remarkable. I can feel the heat of the sun and smell the ocean. It's indistinguishable from reality."
Tyson nodded, walking towards the water's edge. "That's because it is reality, sir. This place exists as much as the Starbase we just left. It's just... separate. It is not a simulation like a holodeck."
Sloan followed, his boots sinking slightly into the sand. "And you control all of this?"
"To an extent," Tyson replied.
They reached the water's edge; tiny waves lapped at their feet. In the distance, Tyson could see the outline of a Greek-style villa perched on a cliff overlooking the sea, an extension of the Housing Complex.
"Tell me, Lieutenant," Sloan said, his voice casual but his eyes intent, "what are the strategic implications of such a space? The potential applications for Starfleet?"
Tyson considered how to respond to Sloan's probing question. He decided that honesty, with a bit of caution, might be the best approach. "The Personal Reality has vast applications. Currently, I'm housing the survivors of the Tarellian Plague Ship. They've been cured, of course, but they're the last of their kind."
"Go on," Sloan encouraged.
"The Housing Complex can feed and house an unlimited number of people," Tyson continued. "And I say that in the truest sense. It has almost mythical qualities, able to expand to adapt to any number of inhabitants."
They began walking along the shoreline, the warm water lapping at their feet. Sloan listened intently, his eyes occasionally darting around, taking in every detail of their surroundings.
"The same goes for the Medical Bay," Tyson explained. "It can expand to accommodate any number, and I haven't come across anything it couldn't heal yet. It separated the alien symbiote from Captain Picard, cured the Tsilokovsky contagion, and the Tarellian Plague."
"So, housing, disaster relief, evacuation... these would be the primary purposes?"
"True enough," Tyson confirmed. "But there's more to consider. I can open portals large enough to fit the Enterprise, and I can open them to any place I've previously visited." They paused, looking out over the sea. In the distance, a group of dolphins leaped from the water. "I could return you to the planet Haven, or Ligon as easily as I could the Starbase," Tyson said, turning to face Sloan. "But I'm not limited to just planets."
Sloan's eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you mean?"
Tyson gestured broadly at their surroundings. "This Reality is real, Commander. It's a direct copy of the Sol system as it would exist without people. The entire solar system. I could open a portal allowing the Enterprise to enter space in orbit of this Earth. We could use it as an evacuation point for a fleet."
Sloan's expression remained neutral, but Tyson could sense the man's excitement and apprehension warring beneath the surface.
"The Personal Reality could be used to set up ambushes," Tyson continued. "Or used for infiltration. I just need to visit wherever we're going ahead of time. The applications are vast."
They resumed their walk along the beach, the silence between them filled with the gentle lapping of waves and the distant cry of seagulls.
"That's... quite impressive, Lieutenant," Sloan finally said, his voice carefully measured. "And potentially concerning. Have you considered the security implications?"
"Of course, Commander. If you're referring to the security threat I pose. There isn't much I can do beyond continuing to prove myself trustworthy. If you're referring to the security concerns of my Personal Reality, I have those covered as well. This settlement is the main part of the Personal Reality," Tyson explained, gesturing toward the structures. "It holds the Housing Complex, Menagerie, which is like a zoo, the Medical Bay, and Greenhouse."
Sloan nodded, his keen eyes taking in every detail. "I assume there's some sort of control center?"
Tyson's expression remained neutral. "There is a Control Room that's well hidden. It can only be accessed by myself and my trusted Companions. Attached to the Control Room is the Warehouse, where the weapons are stored, as well as the cryo-chambers containing Ambassador Spock," Tyson answered.
Sloan's eyebrows rose slightly. "And the Romulan ship?"
"The Narada is docked in a far orbit of the sun," Tyson said matter-of-factly.
Sloan's eyes widened, a hint of shock breaking through his composed demeanor. "Docked… With what?"
"A salvaged station from another reality," Tyson replied, his tone casual as if discussing the weather.
Throughout their exchange, Sloan remained curious and assessing but not surprised or accusing. His questions were probing but not confrontational, as if he were gathering information rather than building a case. As they approached the Housing Complex, Tyson led Sloan into one of the buildings. They entered a spacious, upscale suite that wouldn't have looked out of place in a high-end Earth hotel.
"This is what the rooms are like," Tyson explained, gesturing around the tastefully decorated space. "All are identical initially but can be customized to the occupant's preferences."
Sloan ran his hand along a modern countertop in the kitchen area. "Impressive. And the amenities?"
Tyson moved to the kitchen and began pulling ingredients from various cupboards and the refrigerator. "Food stores are auto-refilling and can also be customized to an extent. Would you care for a meal, Commander?"
Sloan nodded, settling onto a stool at the kitchen island. "That would be appreciated, Lieutenant." As Tyson began preparing the meal, Sloan asked, "And there are no limits to the number of occupants?" as he watched Tyson's hands move deftly as he prepared their food.
"I haven't found any yet," Tyson admitted. "It seems to be able to accommodate any number of inhabitants comfortably."
"And the other facility you mentioned? The Menagerie?"
Tyson paused in his food preparation, looking up at Sloan. "The Menagerie is like a zoo. It has isolated environments and can house various species from different worlds and realities."
"And you're willing to use all these facilities for the benefit of Starfleet?"
Tyson nodded as he finished plating their meals. "Of course, Commander. Within reason."
He slid a plate across the counter to Sloan, the aroma of freshly cooked food filling the air. "I should mention, Commander, none of anything you've seen within the Personal Reality is holographic or replicated. This meal, like everything else here, is entirely real."
As Sloan began eating, he shifted topics, "The Enterprise is a prestigious posting, Tyson. But sometimes, the greater good requires us to make changes or sacrifices."
A slight frown crossed Tyson's face. "Are you saying I'm being reassigned?"
"Not necessarily. There are options on the table. But you must understand the Federation is vast, and its needs are constantly evolving. Your skills and unique abilities might be needed elsewhere."
"Being on the Enterprise is like being at the center of this universe. I'd hoped to remain aboard. At least for a time."
Between bites, Sloan slid a black combadge across the table towards him. It came to a stop in front of the newly promoted Lieutenant. Sloan gestured towards the badge. "There exists an organization," he began. "It falls into a gray area, much like the one you seem to find yourself in, Lieutenant. It's known as Section 31." The intelligence agent's gaze never left Tyson's as he continued. "Section 31 is an organization sanctioned by the original Starfleet charter. Article 14, Section 31. The article allows for certain rules to be bent during times of extraordinary threat. The role of Section 31 is to ensure the security of the Federation at any cost."
Tyson had known about Section 31, of course, but it had always seemed like a distant, shadowy possibility, something he wouldn't have to deal with until much later. As best as he recalled, Section 31 hadn't been seen until Deep Space 9, which was several years in the future. He smiled inwardly. Selecting the Drawbacks had been the right decision. Since this had likely been coming anyway, at least he benefited by gaining a few points.
He knew he should feel fear or apprehension, but all he felt was a sense of inevitability. His Drawback selection worked out well, leading to this moment.
"Lieutenant Tyson, I want you to consider what I'm about to say carefully. Section 31 isn't a post you apply for. It's a duty you are chosen for. It's an obligation, not just to Starfleet, but to the Federation itself." Sloan gestured at the combadge on the table, which Tyson had yet to touch. "We operate beyond the purview of traditional protocol and regulation. Some might call us unscrupulous or even dishonorable. But we are necessary. Section 31 exists to protect the Federation at any cost. At times, that cost may be high. It might require you to make decisions you would otherwise avoid, to do things you might find... distasteful." His following words were punctuated with an almost eerie intensity. "We do not have the luxury of idealism. The galaxy is dangerous, and we must navigate it by any means necessary. So, the question is, can you accept that responsibility?"
Sloan continued eating as he waited for Tyson's response.
"What's in it for me?"
Sloan's faint smile returned. "Freedom. The freedom to operate outside the standard chain of command. The freedom to bend the rules when necessary. Section 31 gives its agents a certain... latitude."
"How will this work while I'm on the Enterprise?"
"You will maintain your position within the Enterprise's command structure. Captain Picard will be broadly notified of any directives passed down from Starfleet Intelligence or Starfleet Command. This evaluation has informed him that the Admiralty is aware of you. It isn't beyond reason for there to be times when you'll be required to step away for independent assignments. Given your... unique skill set and prior track record, that won't be entirely out of the ordinary."
Sloan continued. "You can do this at your convenience while still being free to pursue your interests or engage in your projects. Your handler might also offer missions based on Starfleet's needs and your capabilities. What do you say, Lieutenant Tyson?
Tyson considered what he could remember about the group. Section 31 operated outside the typical boundaries of Starfleet. Sloan had openly admitted that its existence and operations could be considered morally ambiguous at best and ethically problematic at worst, which lined up with his metaknowledge. However, they also addressed threats and handled situations that Starfleet's more conventional branches were either incapable of or unwilling to handle. The one that stood out in his mind was the virus they would create to infect the Founders during the Dominion War.
He knew that his skills and abilities made him an ideal candidate for the role they were offering. Reaching across the table, he picked up the black combadge. With a sense of finality, he removed his standard-issue combadge, replacing it with the dark, almost ominous one.
It was a symbolic moment, signifying a shift in his career and life in Starfleet.
As he clipped it to his uniform, the badge's appearance shifted to match the standard Starfleet combadge. "Thank you for considering me for this... unique opportunity. I believe this will be a good fit. Is there any particular mission you'd like me to undertake?"
The Section 31 agent gestured to the newly affixed black combadge on Tyson's uniform. "That combadge is unique for more than its color, Lieutenant. It's designed specifically for our operatives." Tyson's fingers brushed against the smooth surface of the badge, feeling its weight against his chest. It was heavier than the standard Starfleet issue. "This device can securely connect with any Starfleet ship or communications device, using them like a relay," Sloan continued. "Its purpose is to ensure we can contact you and send you orders, no matter where you are in the quadrant. The transmissions are encoded and scrambled in ways that even our best cryptographers would struggle to decipher. As far as anyone else is concerned, it's just a standard-issue combadge."
"You can expect to be offered missions occasionally. These assignments will vary in nature and urgency. Some may be simple intelligence gathering. Others... well, let's say they might require your unique skill set."
"We understand the importance of maintaining appearances. Most of the time, your role on the Enterprise will remain unchanged."
Tyson nodded, processing the information. "How will these missions be communicated? Will I receive them through the combadge?"
"Typically, yes," Sloan confirmed. "You'll receive an encrypted message with mission parameters. Sometimes, it might be a simple text transmission. Other times, it could be a holographic briefing. The method will depend on the sensitivity and complexity of the mission."
"Remember, Lieutenant, discretion is paramount. The existence of Section 31 is known to only a select few within Starfleet. Your involvement must remain strictly confidential."
"Understood, sir," Tyson replied.
Sloan pushed his plate aside, having finished his meal. He continued, "Admiral Jameson owes you his life. Your abilities are unlike anything we've ever seen. You indicated that this healing ability of yours might be something you can teach. We're at the edge of uncharted territory here, and Starfleet must be at the forefront. Think of the lives that could be saved."
Tyson frowned. "What do you want from me exactly?"
"Put together a team. Handpick individuals you trust or those you believe can harness this ability. We want you to explore this potential and train them."
"Who can I recruit?"
Sloan responded, "Any active officers or cadets are at your disposal. This is a top-priority mission. We're giving you carte blanche."
Tyson considered momentarily before saying, "I need to know the full extent of my latitude in these recruitments. Am I restricted by rank?"
"We'd prefer not to draw too much attention. As such, I'd rather not see any superior officers reassigned. The logistics and the questions would be too conspicuous. However," he continued, raising a hand to forestall any objection, "if you have a compelling reason, someone you know beyond doubt would be invaluable, then we can discuss it. Otherwise, I'd advise sticking to Ensigns and NCOs. Subtlety is paramount. The last thing we need is whispers of favoritism or clandestine operations within Starfleet."
"Understood. How would recruiting someone work?"
Sloan replied, "Any Lieutenant or higher you select must be vetted by Section 31. If we deem them appropriate, they'll be assigned to the Enterprise. They will be outside your direct chain of command, save for any training sessions or missions you're completing under the direction of Section 31. This will ensure that we don't raise any undue suspicions."
"Section 31 operates with discretion. We have a limited fleet, and at present, we won't be able to provide you with one of our ships."
Tyson's eyebrow rose; he hadn't expected Sloan to mention that. But Sloan continued to surprise him, saying, "If you can train half a dozen of these... healers, I promise you, I will personally ensure you're given a promotion, and we'll revisit the idea of commanding a ship within Starfleet."
The request to train others in his unique abilities presented a significant challenge. Granting others access to the Force wasn't as simple as teaching a new skill or sharing knowledge. He considered his options carefully. The system offered very few Perks or Items that would allow him to make someone Force-sensitive. The easiest way he knew to pass it on would be importing a Companion into the system and paying to grant them access to the appropriate perks. He could do up to eight for a cost of 200 CP, but that would deplete his Character Points. There was a Perk that seemed it would allow him to make people Force-sensitive, but it was far too expensive; he didn't even have enough Character Points to purchase it. However, it was something he could consider for another Companion. If he imported one over, paying the cost, they'd have enough CP to purchase it.
[600 CP] Transmogrification (Perk)
Through technology, both mundane and esoteric, you have delved deeply into the sciences of transforming one thing into another. Whether your methods are based on surgery, retroviral therapy, or some kind of transmogrification ray, making one being into another is your craft. The easiest application is to just change something's shape in a merely cosmetic way - dressing a human's body up as another humanoid. Trickier is to strip away abilities in the process - to sap strength or deactivate abilities. More difficult is to morph something's qualities - to turn a housecat into a human and act like one, or take a being that can levitate and turn it into a being that can read minds. The most difficult of all is to take a being with no special qualities and add new ones. Yet once you work out how the process works for one type of being, it's easily replicated on other beings of the same type - through mutative virus, transformation ray, nanosurgery, or whatever you've come up with.
But he was forced to consider alternate ways to make someone Force-sensitive. The only thing he could think of, using his metaknowledge, was Force Nexuses, also known as Vergences in the Force. These were areas deeply saturated in the Force, places of immense power and potential. The cave on Dagobah from The Empire Strikes Back came to mind. It was a place where the Force was so concentrated that it created visions and amplified Force abilities.
While there was no guarantee that exposure to such a nexus would make someone Force-sensitive, it presented an intriguing possibility. And more importantly, it was free.
Tyson probed further into their expectations. "I assume you'd prefer to spread anyone I trained around Starfleet. You wouldn't want them all to be located on the Enterprise, would you?"
"Ideally, yes. Distributing these individuals across various posts would maximize our reach and effectiveness. It would also help maintain secrecy. Too many uniquely gifted individuals in one place would make too enticing a target for our enemies." Sloan answered before asking, "Do you already have candidates in mind?"
That was the challenge. If he was making them Companions, he needed to choose individuals who could trust him and be trusted in return. It was no small task.
Seeing his uncertainty and consideration, Sloan slid Tyson a PADD across the table. "This PADD is attuned to our agents. While any PADD will interface with your combadge, this one is standalone. It will keep you apprised of assignments and tasks that might interest you. Furthermore, it contains a comprehensive database of all active Starfleet personnel. Take your pick."
He sifted through files showcasing the officer's skills, achievements, and specialties. While he did, he brought up an idea. "I assume you're familiar with the incident where I was transported to the Orion Tramp Freighter and pulled into an anomaly."
"Indeed. You reported that the anomaly transported you to another universe."
"Right," Tyson confirmed. "Well, when I was there, I encountered another survivor of the Orion ship. I'd like to make her part of my group. Any chance we can offer her asylum or something?"
Sloan tapped on the table as he thought, his eyes narrowing slightly. "An interesting proposition. Integrating an Orion into Starfleet isn't without precedent, but it does present some unique challenges. First and foremost, we'd need to establish her identity and background. Given that you encountered her in another universe, we'd need to create a cover story that would withstand scrutiny."
Tyson nodded, encouraging Sloan to continue. "There are several options we could explore. The simplest would be to offer her refugee status. This would allow her to stay within Federation space legally, but it wouldn't necessarily grant her access to Starfleet."
"Another option would be to create a new identity for her entirely. We could fabricate records indicating she's a Federation citizen who's been living in a remote colony. This would give her more freedom of movement and potentially open the door for Starfleet enlistment."
Tyson considered this. "And what about her actually joining Starfleet?"
Sloan's lips thinned slightly. "That's where things get more complicated. Orions aren't prohibited from joining Starfleet, specifically. The main issue, as I'm sure you're aware, is their pheromones."
He leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled. "Orion pheromones can have a significant effect on many humanoid species, particularly humans. It's not dissimilar to the issues we face with Deltans." Sloan continued, "In the case of Deltans, we require them to take an oath of celibacy when serving with other species. They must also undergo regular medical check-ups and use pheromone suppressants. For an Orion, we'd likely implement similar measures. Regular medical evaluations would be mandatory, as would the use of pheromone suppressants. We might also need to consider specialized living quarters or environmental controls to minimize any potential pheromone exposure."
Tyson frowned slightly. "That seems rather restrictive."
Sloan shrugged, his expression neutral. "It's a necessary precaution, Lieutenant. The safety and efficiency of a starship crew can't be compromised. These measures prevent any accusations of undue influence or manipulation. There's also the matter of training. If we're to integrate her into Starfleet, she'd need to go through the Academy, or at least an accelerated officer training program. We'd need to assess her existing skills and knowledge to determine the best course of action."
Tyson leaned back in his chair, considering the complexities Sloan had laid out. The bureaucratic hurdles and potential scrutiny seemed daunting. He drummed his fingers on the table, weighing the pros and cons.
"More work than it might be worth," Tyson said, shaking his head slightly. "When we get to the point where I'm eligible for my own command, could I keep her around as a civilian consultant, contractor, or whatever the Starfleet equivalent is?"
Sloan's eyebrows raised slightly, a hint of approval in his expression. "Now that's thinking outside the box. Starfleet does employ civilian specialists in various capacities. We have xenobiologists, cultural experts, even civilian engineers working alongside Starfleet personnel on many of our ships and starbases."
Tyson nodded, encouraging Sloan to continue.
"In this case, we could position her as a specialist in... let's say, Orion culture and trade practices. As a civilian contractor, she wouldn't be subject to the same stringent regulations as Starfleet personnel. However, we'd still need to address the pheromone issue to some extent. Perhaps not as rigorously as we would for a full Starfleet officer, but some precautions would be necessary."
"What kind of clearance could a civilian contractor have?"
"That would depend on the nature of her work and the sensitivity of the information she'd be dealing with," Sloan replied. "Typically, civilian contractors can be granted various levels of security clearance, from basic to top-secret, depending on their role and the captain's discretion." He paused, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "In this case, given the... unique circumstances of her origin and your connection to her, we could potentially justify a higher level of clearance."
"I must say, Lieutenant, this approach could work quite well. It provides a level of flexibility that could be advantageous, especially given the unconventional nature of your abilities and potential missions. We'll need to create a comprehensive background for her, of course. Something that explains her expertise without raising too many questions. Perhaps a former trader who's decided to work with Starfleet to improve relations and understanding between our cultures."
Tyson felt satisfied with the direction the conversation had taken. He genuinely wasn't worried for D'Lavina's future, as she was still within the Counciling Bay, ensuring she wouldn't be a problem. But raising her situation was a good way to probe at the depth of Section 31's resources. "That sounds workable. It gives us room to maneuver without getting bogged down in too much red tape." He slid the PADD back to Sloan and said, "I've selected an officer. She'll be the first test subject to see if passing on my abilities is possible. At some point, I'll also choose a member of the Enterprise's senior staff. That way, if I leave the ship, there will still be someone with my skills onboard the flagship."
"Ro Laren?" Sloan questioned, looking over his selection. "She's sitting in a cell on Jaros II after a court martial."
"She has had a complicated history," Tyson acknowledged, "But she's been trained by Starfleet, and that's being wasted sitting in a cell. Starfleet loses nothing by having her active under my command."
"Your choice is unconventional, but I believe in your judgment. I will have Ro Laren released and transferred to the Enterprise. As she's an Ensign, there won't be any issues with her being placed under you. It will take some time to process her release and arrange for her transfer. You can expect her to rendezvous with the Enterprise in a few weeks."
"Remember, Lieutenant, discretion is key. While you're free to inform Ensign Ro of your... unique abilities, she doesn't need to know about your involvement with Section 31. At least, not yet."
"Welcome aboard. I have a feeling you're going to do great things."
— Star Jumper —
Tyson
Origins: Human, Humanoid, Drop-In, Space Pirate, Bad Guy, Officer (Lieutenant)
Race: Augment Human-Betazoid (Hybrid)
Character Points: 550, [250 KOTOR (Vicky)]
Reality Points: 1800
Ship Points: 2650
Credits: 115,350
Status Effects: (none)
Drawbacks:
Gauntlet (Locked)
Ensign Marty Stu
A Simple Re'Q'uest
Hybrid (Betazoid)
Amok Time/Blood Fever
Outlawed
Divine Voyeur
Perks:
Cosmic Awareness
Out of Nowhere
Going Native
Live and Let Live
This is (Not?) Rocket Science
Kinda Bland
Determinator
Painted On
Snakeskin
Adaptable
Duelist
Master with your Hands
Best of the Best
Everything Is A Weapon
Augment
Force Specialization: Intelligence
Tactical Info
Sever Force
Specialty: Operations; Sub-Specialties (Communications, Engineering, Piloting)
Speedy Promotions
Untainted
Q This
Items:
Laser Blade
Spacesuit
Agony Booth
Cloaking Minefield
Lightsaber
Gray Goo Suit
Transwarp Beam Equation
Iconic Item: Iconic Interceptor
Companions:
(Vicky) V-KO IV Nursedroid: Access Key, Artificial Intelligence Upgrade, Gray Goo Upgrade, Master With Your Hands, Light Weapon, Jumper's Master Key, Scaling Cloak, Origin: Jedi, Force Specialization: Intelligence, Enhanced Mind, Lightsaber, Armored Robes, Battle Meditation, Origin: AI, Origin: Elite, Memory Banks, Social Algorithms, Above Law and Reason, Pedigree, Planetary Domicile, Photonic Rapier, Security Features, Quantum Locked BUS, Adaptive Personal Force Field, False Star Forge.
T'Pol: Access Key, Origin: Rubber Forehead, Origin: Elite, Above Law and Reason, Pedigree, Distinct Feature, Everone Likes Green Chicks, Planetary Domicile, Photonic Rapier, Protector Drones, Space Elf, Space Wizard, Symbol
Personal Reality:
Access Key (Additional Keys, Key Link)
Control Room
Security System
Antechamber
Warehouse
High-Security Inter-Reality Connecting Door (Star Trek Enterprise, Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic)
Medical Bay (The Nano-Medical Lab, The Bio-Synthesis Lab, Microbiome Replacement Lab, The Counseling Bay)
Housing Complex (Basic Nutrition, Choice Apartments, Who's Got the Powa, Pipes Pipes Pipes)
Playing With Portals (Portal Link, Portal Control Rod, Free Portal, Portal Aperature x4)
The Mystical Menagerie
Guardian's Greenhouse
Ship Sections (Cryo-Chambers)
Personal Mini-Reality (The Village, Wildlife for Your Wild Life, The Meaning of Life)
Spaceships:
Tramp Freighter (Destroyed - Respawn on 02/28/2365)
Sith Interceptor (Destroyed - Respawn on 04/18/2365) (Bridge Upgrade)
Automated Repair Station (Ship Size Rating: IV, Station, Bridge, Space Hulk, Artificial Gravity, Cryo-Chambers, Auto-Repair System, Synapses, Distributed, Automated Ship, Analytic Suite, Docking Port, Transporter Room, Matter Printer, Negentropy Reactor, Deflector Shields, Clarketech Module, Production Lines, Hangar, Cargo Bay, Living Quarters)
Narada (Ship Size Rating: IV, Artificial Gravity, Alcubierre Drive, Auto-Repair System, Exotic Materials (Nanomaterials), Cargo Bay, Hangar, Hyperdrive (Transwarp), Antimatter Reactor, Navigation Suite, Analytic Suite, Deflector Shields, Missiles, Cyber Warfare Suite (Mining Drill)
Interdictor (Destroyed - Respawn on 04/18/2365) (Ship Size Rating: III, Artificial Gravity, Hangar, Hyperdrive, Fusion Reactor, Navigation Suite, Point Defense, Deflector Shields, Jump Suppression Field, Beam Weapons, Follower Crew)
False Star Forge (Destroyed - Respawn on 05/01/2365) (Ship Size Rating: III, Station, A.I. Core, Entertainment Deck, Exotic Materials: Nanomaterials, Modular, Secure, Nanite Shroud)
Symbol (Ship Size Rating: II, Station, Distributed, Battery Banks, Physical Armor, Beam Weapons, Gravitic Shields, Exotic Materials: Crystal, A.I. Core, Modular, Inertialess Drive)
Iconic Interceptor (Ship Size Rating: IV) (General Upgrades: Articial Gravity, Auto-Repair System, Bridge Upgrade, Modular, Exotic Materials: Nanomaterials, Exotic Materials: Crystal, Secure) (Sections: Cargo Bay, Cryo-Chambers, Hangar, Living Quarters, Production Lines) (Controls: A.I. Core, Distributed, Synapses) (Crew: Follower Crew, Automated Ship) (Propulsion: Alcubierre Drive, Hyperdrive (Transwarp), Hyperdrive, Inertialess Drive) (Reactors: Battery Banks, Fusion Reactor, Antimatter Reactor, Negentropy Reactor) (Sensors: Navigation Suite, Analytic Suite) (Shields: Physical Armor, Point Defense, Deflector Shields, Gravitic Shields, Jump Suppression Field, ) (Utilities: Docking Port, Entertainment Deck, Transporter Room, Clarktech Matter Printer) (Weapons: Beam Weapons, Missiles, Cyber Warfare Suite (Mining Drill), Nanite Shroud)