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Author Message   Savant Posted on Monday, July 08, 2002 - 09:34 pm:    There was trouble ahead for Whitestone Intelligence, and Savant knew it. Back in the dim recesses of her memory was records of a time before Coronado, when she was a utility of Starfleet Intelligence, Savant found the intelligence doctrines to which that organization adhered. They were benevolent but realistic, as was the rest of Starfleet's motivations, and they all assumed one thing: that the operatives in question were capable, competent, well-equipped and well-trained. Savant knew that on Coronado the officers were capable, the latter three she had doubts of. That thought branched into two, and they continued in parallel. The first opened up a small automated engineering lab down in the bowels of the ship and began work in recreating some of the technology which Savant was familiar with in her time with Intelligence, and making changes for the current situation. She couldn't retrain everyone overnight, but she could start work on getting appropriate equipment for further missions such as these. the old MI171 "Shadow" Stealth Suit would prove an admirable chassis, but it was outdated by a good ten years and was due for a refit. Given the limited time, Savant worked as quickly as she could, replicators and waldo arms humming away merrily in the lab. Meanwhile, the second thread pondered. What could she do with the crew of Coronado? She realized now that Lora was the galvanizing force which welded the crew together - while Daren was capable he hadn't the skill to control a situation as effortlessly as Tebrun had been able to. The terribly sloppy situation which had happened during the rescue of the incoming shuttlecraft not so long ago had been a good example - because of a badly-timed electronic warfare module activation, the position of the ship had been given to the Pfhor and perhaps the entire operation had been surrendered before it had even been started. She had started a log, secretly within the guts of the computer, keeping careful track of every mess-up and slip of the senior officers. She had always considered it a good idea but the crew had been so much better beforehand. Now with her wider scope and the responsibilities of organizing an entire fleets' supplies and resources, she hadn't the luxury of letting her personal feelings for the crew come in front of her job. Savant was no traitor to Coronado, but if Daren and his choice of staff hadn't the capacity to fulfill their jobs, she would ensure that someone else was found.