Stardate 86006.44, Earth Stardock
“... and so, for exceptional valor in service to Starfleet and the United Federation of Planets, it is with great pleasure that I award you, Nicholas John Ford, the rank of Rear Admiral, with all privileges and responsibilities pertaining. Congratulations, Rear Admiral Ford.”
The Stateroom of Earth Stardock broke out into applause as Admiral Quinn placed a new set of pips on Nicholas’ uniform collar. Nicholas, or Nick as he was known to his friends, grinned and shook Quinn’s hand, then looked out over the assembled officers. In the front rows of the hall were a number of high-ranking officials in Starfleet and the Federation, along with the senior staff of his ship. He gave them a quick nod and was about to step down when the ceremony’s officiant, Commander Hilo, suddenly spoke up from his podium to the side.
“Rear Admiral, is there anything you would like to say?”
Nick paused. He glanced at Admiral Quinn, then out at the audience. His first inclination was to say nothing more than the simple pleasantries, but he realized that he wouldn’t get another opportunity like this. He looked back at Commander Hilo and nodded, then looked out at the hall. As he opened his mouth, he felt the skin on the right side of his head touch the cool metal of Borg technology, still attached there after so many years.
“First, let me thank Starfleet for giving me the opportunity to serve and protect the Federation. It has been nothing short of an honor and a privilege to help further our ideals of exploration, peace, and diversity.”
Nick then paused, took a small breath, and continued.
“Unfortunately, those ideals now find themselves under attack in the galaxy’s current climate. Some of those threats we see... and some of them, we don’t. One, in particular, we have turned a blind eye to.”
By this point, more than a few people had started murmuring and whispering to each other. He caught at least one official glaring at him. They knew full well what he was talking about, and it was a sentiment that was not popular with those in the highest ranks of either Starfleet or the Federation.
“Twenty-four years ago, Starfleet dismissed the Borg Collective as no longer posing a threat when it disbanded a special task force led by Annika Hansen. However, this was done with relatively little evidence during the effort to reorganize Starfleet’s resources following the costly Dominion War. I believe this was a grave error that will cost the Federation dearly if it is not remedied soon. Therefore, I will make it one of my top priorities to push Starfleet to reevaluate the Borg threat and take all appropriate action.”
Nick looked at the higher-ranking officials, who were all staring at him in either disbelief or incredulity. It was an expression he had seen many times before. Nick returned his gaze to the audience at large and thanked them for their attention. A stunned silence with only a few ill-timed claps was returned. Commander Hilo, obviously surprised by the speech, stuttered out another congratulations and quickly brought the ceremony to a close.
A short time later, Nick was surrounded by friends and colleagues in the reception held at a nearby lounge area of the stardock. Officers he had served with, members of his current crew, and others exchanged quick congratulations and pleasantries. However, it wasn’t long until a Tellarite Starfleet admiral approached the group speaking with Nick and cleared her throat. The group turned and looked down at the woman, whom Nick immediately recognized.
“Admiral Terev, a pleasure as always,” Nick managed to get out before Terev began speaking.
“That speech was full of grandiose, preposterous nonsense, Rear Admiral Ford.”
Nick blinked, taken aback by the Tellarite’s trademark bluntness. “Excuse me, Vice Admiral?” Nick managed to get out, resorting to the specific rank designation that Terev had opened with.
“We’ve all heard your fantastical ideas of the return of the Borg, despite all evidence to the contrary. I knew promoting you was a bad idea, but I was unfortunately overruled. No doubt some of my peers are questioning their decision after that stunt,” she continued with a stubborn grin.
Nick gripped his glass a little tighter as he kept his voice under control. “Rear Admiral, I am merely suggesting that a more through review take place so that we are adequately prepared.”
“Against a threat that will never come!? Meanwhile, we have a number of real threats to deal with. You would be wise to worry about the here and now Ford... and not the past,” she finished, pointedly looking at the Borg implants on the side of his head. Before Nick had a chance to respond, the Tellarite left the room in a huff, confident she had won the argument.
An uncomfortable silence settled over the room for a moment before Nick’s first officer managed to salvage the situation by bringing up a story that had happened on their ship recently. The event continued for the better part of an hour before people began to disperse. Once the crowd had thinned out some, Nick was readying to leave himself when he was suddenly approached by Admiral Quinn.
“Admiral Ford, I was hoping that we could speak in my office before you return to your ship. I believe it is in your... best interests.”
Despite the fact that he was now Quinn’s peer and not his subordinate, Nick was amazed at the Trill’s ability to make one think twice before denying a request. Nick quickly acquiesced, and the two stepped out of the lounge and headed for Quinn’s office.