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For Services Rendered

Posted on 31 Jan 2018 @ 10:57pm by Commodore Gregory Farragut & Lieutenant Commander Yvette Beauvoir

Mission: Crisis on the Frontier 4X01
Location: Ready Room
Timeline: Season 4 Prelude

"Lieutenant Beauvoir, please report to my ready room. Farragut out." Greg looked down at the small velvet box in his hand and flipped it open. He smiled at the contents inside and set it down on his desk. The memory of his own promotion to Lieutenant Commander made him chuckle softly. His commanding officer surprised him with a dressing down on the bridge before stabbing the hollow black pip into his collar. It took him a few too many seconds to register what had happened before Captain Kalter's angry facade gave way to a beaming smile. He had considered replicating a similar experience for the Lieutenant, but Yvette didn't strike him as the sort who would appreciate it. Instead he waited in his ready room, staring out at the starfield behind his desk.

Yvette wondering why the CO would want to see her right now, she made her was to his Ready Room, only way to find out.

Stepping out of the tubolift and crossed the Bridge, to his door. Pausing briefly to adjust her uniform, she pressed the chime and waited.

"Come in," Greg said without looking away from the viewport.

Yvette entered the room. "Lieutenant Beauvoir reporting as ordered, sir." She said.

Greg spun around in his chair and nodded at the empty chairs across from him. "Take a seat, Lieutenant," He said. He folded his hands in his lap and let out a heavy sigh. "How long have you served on the Endeavour, Lieutenant?"

Yvette took the offed seat. "Two years, 2 days and 37 minutes sir." She replied.

"As precise as a Captain could hope for," Farragut said. "It's been something of a wild ride. Borg attack. A trial. Exploding freighters. Neural parasites." He let out a sigh and shook his head. "The Endeavour and I have been fortunate to have you through all of this Lieutenant, and I have the distinction of providing recognition for your service." He leaned forward and pushed the small, velvet box toward Yvette.

"Thank you, sir." Yvette said raising an inquisitive eyebrow at the box. "Is this what I think it is, sir?" She asked.

Farragut shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in his chair. "You'll have to open it to find out, Lieutenant."

Yvette reached forward and took the velvet box. Opening it she found a single hollow pip. "A promotion, thank you, sir. Should I stand so you can do the honors?"

"It'd be my pleasure, Lieutenant Commander," Farragut said with a beaming smile. He circled the desk and took the hollow pip from the box. "Yvette Beauvoir," He began. "It is my pleasure to bestow upon you the rank of Lieutenant Commander in the service of The United Federation of Planets Starfleet." He pressed the metal disk into the intelligence officer's collar and snapped it into place.

"You have earned this through your dedicated service to ship and crew. For bravery under fire and leadership through example," He said. He stepped back and offered the woman his hand. "Congratulations, Commander."

"Thank you, sir. I am greatly honored." She said briefly letting a smile cross her lips.

"Good. Now, get out there and enjoy some shore leave, Commander. You've earned it," Farragut said, returning the woman's smile.

"Aye, sir." Yvette said, turning and leaving the room.


Commander Gregory Farragut
Commanding Officer
USS Endeavour

Lt. Commander Yvette Beauvoir
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Endeavour


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