Lieutenant Commander Peri Anya stood at the head of the long conference table in her spacious office on Starbase Bravo, Darjeeling tea in one hand, data PADD in the other. It had been two weeks since she assumed her position as the Deputy Director of Promenade Security, and her determination to uphold the utopian vision of the Federation burned brighter than ever. With the bustling Frontier Day celebrations just around the corner, she knew there was much to discuss, and plan, to ensure the event went smoothly.

Assembled before her were the officers who made up her dedicated team. Each one carried the weight of their responsibilities, their faces reflecting a mixture of anticipation and respect for the stern commander. Peri had carefully handpicked her team, selecting officers from a range of departments who shared her unwavering commitment to justice and her relentless pursuit of truth, not to mention her desire to keep order on the station.

The Edosian lieutenant made sure that he had taken an end seat at the conference table, one so that he had room and didn’t feel confined two because this was a new group and he did not know how he would fit in. After taking his seat he pulled out his modified double PADD and studied up on the current security and intelligence briefings concerning Starbase Bravo, focusing on anything that dealt with the promenade or other public areas. 

“Commander, has anyone on the team heard of any threats made towards the Frontier Day festivities on Bravo in particular? “

Peri looked down the table towards Lieutenant Pilk and shrugged. “That’s kinda what I was hoping you strategic operations and intelligence gather types might be able to tell me. I provide the muscle. I rely on intelligence from you lot on where to send it,” the Bajoran frowned, folding her arms across her chest. “We’ve got refugees here from areas impacted by the Century Storm, and those from Romulan space. This is the first big deal we’ve had here under my watch, and I want it to go off without a hitch,” she said, looking around the table.

Sonja was in the room and looked at all the personnel present knowing this was one of those meetings that only happened when something big was going to happen, though she was of lower rank than some of them her importance was noted in the summons to be present in the meeting. She spoke up after Pilk. “Sir, there has been an increase of smuggled goods on the base, but none of the goods have caused a threat. I cannot be sure but I think this is a good way for someone to cause trouble, but the team has been diligent in making sure that the ships are triple-checked for any threats. I cannot say any other areas currently seem to hold any possibility of threat. The information from my teams states that currently, everything is calm.”

“Smugglers will often start with small inconsequential materials, get you to relax then they will work toward the bigger more money items. Good thinking on your part to not relax the standards.” he nodded toward Sonja.

“Petty crimes always raise during times like this. It’s the ones that use these activities to hide behind that we need to be watching for, and with a station as big as Bravo there are lots of places to hide.” Pilk pulled up a holographic map of the station highlighting the promenade area over the middle of the table. 

Alexander was going through his PADD when Pilk brought up the holographic image of the promenade area. He was still in confusion as to why he was summoned to this briefing, as he was a lowly ensign who had been assigned as an intelligence officer and barely had any clearance.  

Still, he spoke up after Lt. Pilk brought up the holographic image. 

“Sir, according to the given intelligence, there shouldn’t be any problems. So far, intelligence suggests that there are no problems to be concerned about, but as you know, I’m not privy to any higher intelligence gathered for Frontier Day, so I do not really see any point in me being here.” 

After Alexander finished his short briefing, he sat in silence, pondering if he should have said the last phrase.

“You’re here because I called you here,” Peri told in a very matter-of-fact tone. “The security of this station is everyone’s business, and not just those of us in gold. You’re an intelligence officer. Use your contacts, use your data, and do what all good intelligence officers do; analyse and identify threats. I want to know if there is so much as a Nausicaan breathing out of place. If you detect chatter about rogue cargo containers, let my people know. I don’t have enough people to be able to do all the jobs around here,” she reminded everyone, not just the poor ensign who had, in fairness, made a valid point.

”Speaking of cargo containers, I’m getting reports of federation supply containers being moved into warehouse spaces. Odd part is that the requisitions are not showing a final designation for the materials. Maybe something to look into?”

“Get on it,” Peri nodded. “In terms of security for the big day, I’ve cancelled all leave and got additional security personnel on standby from some of the vessels in the area. Teams will be given adjusted rotas and zones to patrol. Patrol supervisors will be expected to check in regularly, Miss Thompson. I’ll let you relay that to the troops,” the Bajoran instructed of her colleague in gold.

Sonja wrote the information down in her PADD as she did anytime she had a briefing that way the information was somewhere and she could easily access it. “I will make sure all personnel are made aware of that change and that the proper rotations are implemented for the duration of the event.”

“I’ll monitor ongoing chatter for any possible issues,” Dalaa, the Orion youngster from Strat Ops, advised the Bajoran.

“Vigilance is the order of the day people,” the Bajoran warned them all, leaning on the back of her chair as she loomed large. “Frontier Day is a massive event. Nothing must go wrong…”