Hey, who is this thick, formidable-looking woman, you ask? Why, this is my AOY toon Foxy Brown, with a new look and a new role in my STO head canon!
It’s coming on to the 4 month mark since the Agents of Yesterday expansion was released, and my AOY toon Foxy Brown has been making steady progress to the proverbial finish line. With the exception of four or five episode temporal probe rewards, she has unlocked all the other AOY rewards. As I pointed out previously, Foxy is quite capable for such a young toon, and with all the nifty extras she received as an AOY, it’s a bit difficult to just discard her now that the account-wise rewards are unlocked. That said, I haven’t spent much extra resources on her (i.e. reputation gear, buying extra Doff slots etc.), and frankly nor do I intend to, which means she occupies a bit of an odd spot on my roster… not quite a main, but far more effective than the banking toons.
So that picture is what I come up with: don’t yo shake yo funk and call her Foxy no more! Call her Admiral Brown from now on! That’s right, rather than a long and lean Zoe Saldana as Uhura, I have reimagined Foxy as a hefty, older Viola Davis as Amanda Waller… and Amanda Waller has got to be an ADMIRAL, amirite? So while my main Fed toons are captains flying around the galaxy, Admiral Brown is no longer on the frontlines, spending most of her time at a desk and giving out instructions, but can still kick ass in her flagship when the need arises. And like Waller, Admiral Brown is a ruthless leader and a master manipulator, playing hardball interstellar politics and not afraid to risk ships and lives to further her agenda. She’s the kind of Starfleet admiral with a formidable personality, fierce dedication to the Federation, and questionable ethics; she’s the dark, shady side of the Federation, and she’s also the admiral you don’t want to ever hear from.
Can you imagine what someone like that can do? In addition to being a Starfleet Admiral, she’s also a Temporal Agent with access to time travel technology. Even if she’s on the side of angels, the potential for abuse is enormous. Still, with all the wars and conflicts we’ve seen in-game, it wouldn’t be a stretch to see a lot of hardliners among Starfleet’s top brass.
Like the rest of the ship, the conference room is stark. Dark. Spartan. The overhead spotlights are ominous, shining on each seat and barely anything beyond it. Even the furniture are uniformly black and featureless. The clinically intimidating atmosphere has been designed to enhance a sense of secrecy, and in that it succeeds spectacularly for anyone who is unaccustomed to the setting.
Fortunately, none of the four figures who occupy the room is a stranger to these surroundings. Despite so, the first person to speak up still can’t keep the tension out of his voice, as he steeples his fingers on the conference table.
“The subcommittee is insistent on charging Noye on war crimes.” The man in civilian clothes begins. “They are just not sure when, due to the difficulties in gathering evidence and testimonies that are temporally displaced.” There is a brief pause as he glances around the table. “Assuming Starfleet, and not Section 31, still has him in custody, Noye is expected to be handed over for trials once the court date is set.”
The tall gaunt man in black shakes his head slowly. “Councilor Baxter, I can assure you Section 31 has not interfered in Noye’s case in any shape or form. He is in Starfleet’s custody.” As if seeking support to his assurance, he looks over to the remaining two people.
However no confirmation is immediately forthcoming. One of the others, a severe and stocky dark-skinned woman, furrows her brows under the harsh light. “What do they expect from such a trial?” She asks flatly. “Make a big show of it and throw him in a prison cell?”
Baxter arches a brow. “That is how our judicial system works, Admiral.”
“Yes, against conventional crimes committed by conventional criminals.” The woman retorts. “Noye is a Krenim, and a time traveller. He or his cohorts could go back in time and break him out, and that’s if they have no imagination. They can easier alter the timeline so that Noye was never apprehended in the first place, in which case we wouldn’t be here having this conversation at all.”
Baxter exchanges glances with the last person in the room, an older man in a Starfleet captain uniform. Captain Adams nods and quietly points out to the others in a raspy voice. “The conference room is secured. All monitoring and recording protocols have already been deactivated.”
With that reassurance, Baxter turns back to the Admiral. “I’m sure I don’t know where you are going with this, Admiral Brown.” He notes cautiously.
“And you don’t need to.” The Admiral states simply. “Ask the rest of the Council if they really want to make a big spectacle out of Noye’s war crimes. Ask if they remember why he became a war criminal in the first place. See if they want the galaxy to know about our violation of the Temporal Prime Directive, and the temporal genocide we committed.”
Uncomfortable glances are exchanged between the others, even with the Section 31 representative. “The Admiral is right. The Federation and the Alliance can’t afford this sort of scandal going public.” He agrees, somewhat reluctantly. “If Starfleet is willing to hand over Noye to Section 31, I can personally guarantee he will be dealt with… discreetly.”
“No, Assistant-Director Henrikson.” The woman shakes her head. “Word gets out that Section 31 has a hand in it, it will just rile more suspicions. Besides, Quinn will never go for it. Noye is Starfleet’s responsibility – Starfleet can deal with him. We have our ways of handling delicate situations.”
Henrikson purses his lips and studies the Admiral for a few moments, the two engaging in a brief staredown before the Section 31 man nods. “Very well. Let me know if you need Section 31 to assist.”
“What should I tell the subcommittee about Noye?” Baxter chimes in anxiously. “Even if I can convince them to reconsider their position on a trial, they will want to know about his… situation.”
“Tell them what they need to hear. When they decide they want custody of Noye, Starfleet will hand him over. I will arrange for the rest.” Admiral Brown leans forward with her arms on the table. “Gentlemen, we are doing this for the unity and security of the Federation. We give any chance to someone like Noye, he could come back and eradicate everything, everyone. What we do here, we are saving potentially billions of innocent lives.”
Henrikson nods – but he’s the sort of man who is already a convert, while Captain Adams’ expression remains stoic. Baxter looks less certain, but eventually he, too, bobs his head in silent agreement. “I hope you’re right, Admiral.” He finally relents, and slowly rises to his feet. “I will report back to the Council subcommittee. If there are any changes, please let me know as soon as possible.”
With that he turns to leave the conference room, followed by Henrikson who bows his head ever so slightly to the remaining Starfleet officers. As Captain Adams also rises, he is stopped by the Admiral. “Captain, one moment.”
“Yes Admiral Brown?”
The woman slowly rises to her feet. “I want you to take the Fafnir to Iconia. Make sure our new Iconian ‘friends’ are keeping to themselves as they promised.”
Captain Adams lifts a brow. “We are just going there to… monitor the Iconians?” There is a thoughtful pause. “All due respect, sir, why would you send a Vengeance-class dreadnought on an observation mission?”
“Not just observation.” Admiral Brown answers cryptically. “You will rendezvous with the other intelligance vessels there and receive further instructions when you arrive at the Iconian system. You don’t need me to tell you this is strictly off the books.”
Adams locks eyes with the Admiral for a few seconds, before heaving a sigh. “Of course. We’ll depart for Iconia in an hour. Should I have my transporter officer beam you back to the command center?”
“No need.” The woman is already walking towards the door. “The Vendetta is enroute to pick me up. Beam me directly to the Vendetta’s bridge as soon as you receive her hail.”