Special Mission

Posted on 2025, Fri Feb 28th, @ 9:48am by Fleet Admiral Pat Lovell & Fleet Captain Bowen Parton
Edited on on 2025, Mon Mar 3rd, @ 1:44pm

3,875 words; about a 19 minute read

Mission: E1 Shadow of the Past
Location: Star Fleet Command, Earth
Timeline: After Meeting Breif With Staff
Tags: Flt. Cap. Bowen E. Parton, Bowen Meets the CINC, Flt. Adm. Pat Lovell, Star Fleet Intelligence, E1 Shadows of the Past, First Post Captain Parton, Halo Crew, E1 "Shadows of the Empire", E1 Shadow of the Past, Season 2 Missions

Lovell paced in his office, his mind restless as the pieces of the puzzle refused to come together. The notion of a mole within Starfleet Command gnawed at him like a persistent insect, especially the possibility of Section 31's involvement. It wasn’t paranoia; there had been whispers, strange anomalies in mission records, and the eerie sense that someone was always a step ahead.

He needed someone who could navigate this shadowy world—a specialist who understood how Section 31 operated. It wasn't an easy ask, but Lovell had a man in mind. A wildcard, perhaps, but one with the kind of experience necessary to expose a saboteur hiding in plain sight.

With a few taps on his console, he sent a discreet message:
"Meet me in Holodeck 2 at 1900 hours. Bring your instincts. The program's name is 'Shadows Unveiled.' Password: Black Omega."

The holodeck offered a blend of privacy and plausible deniability. Starfleet officers used it for everything from tactical training to downtime simulations. A meeting there wouldn't raise too many eyebrows—just another officer fine-tuning their skills.

As the clock ticked closer to 1900, Lovell left his office, the faint hum of Star Fleet systems accompanying his measured steps. The holodeck door loomed ahead, the program already loaded and waiting. Whatever answers lay in the shadows, Lovell was ready to bring them into the light—no matter the cost.


Captain Parton was already inside. Interestingly enough, he was early, for once. He also seemed to have misunderstood the directive and had started a program of his own. It was a historical fencing ring, arming sword and shield to be more precise; gear for the admiral was sitting there, the trim in black and white. Meanwhile the captain was in red and black.

''Admiral, welcome to the arena, don't say a word until you put your helmet on. Your program has been adjusted to layer on this one. However, any cameras set up in here that I wasn't able to locate inside the holodeck will not be able to pick up on the conversation. I've focused crowed noises to emit towards the walls, yet leave a void here in the center of the room. No lip reading, and no eaves dropping. We will be more than safe in here," The mans southern accent wove itself through each word. Bowen stood there, tall and proud in the ancient English armor, his shield emblem with a dragon wrapping itself around a cross, worshiping the emblem. His sword was still in its sheath resting soundly beneath his cape. His armor was distinctly 13th century, and appeared warn and battle proven. On the other hand, the armor meant for the Admiral was clean and prestigious, that of a crusader general.

" I will not say another word untill you are prepared for the battle to come young commander," and at that moment, his mouth was sealed. He did point towards the a dressing tent, a programmed squire prepared to assist in the dawning of the Armour.


"Understood, Captain. Changing now," Pat replied.

Without hesitation, he changed into his battle armor. Moments later, he emerged, fully prepared, his helmet already sealed in place. Thanks to the built-in voice mic, he could communicate effortlessly despite the protective gear.

At 74 years old, Pat, the Starfleet Commander-in-Chief, defied expectations with his physical readiness. His commitment to daily workouts alongside the newly formed Commander-in-Chief Protection Detail, comprised of elite Starfleet Marines, ensured he remained in peak condition. "Shall we begin?"


"Computer," The captain stated loudly," Create 13th century European fencing judge, period accurate."

When the sentence was completed, the hologram was made. A tall figure holding a 6 and a hlf foot pole appeared. he was dressed in period clothing and given the appearance, was clearly deff. this was so the not even the computer could listen in.
The black knight gave the customary salute, at this the judge reacted placing the end off the staff between the two men, and waited for them to both take up guard.

Lovell studied the Captain and the current newly added Hologram then spoke. "Do you have any idea to why I have asked you to come here?" Lovell asked wondering if this Captain had done any homework.


The Black knight drew his sword from the scabard and took up his guard, it was weak due to his bad knee and back, yet his grip was firm through the gloves. He raised his sheild, but did not move forward, taking the defensive posture.

"You started mowing the law and realized it was full of hills. Now you have come to an exterminator who knows how these people think. Am I in the ball park?" he said, clearly circling around directly stating anything in rearguards to moles.

The other thing to note was the distinctive left facing tilt, He was missing an eye, his left one to be exact. This, along with the constantly gloved hands were a dead give away that the man under the mask was Captain Bowen E. Parton, of Starfleet Intelligence, the Dragon Of Betelgeuse as the klingons called him. As for being a wild card? This was in no doubt.

He stood there at the ready, prepared to observe and examine the Admirals strategy.

Pat quickly took up the defense position commonly used by Star Fleet Marines. The SF Marines basic training took after the United States Marines Basic training, Pat who had trained with them for years, and even trained new recruits from time to time, took up the position of what would be done when welding the bayonets, usually attached to the end of rifles, SF Marines didn't have bayonets, but they did get ones for when they did ceremonial occasions. "Heads up Captain, this type of Hologram is not familiar, but the fencing and defense tactics are not" Lovell told Bowen.


Bowen just stood there, idea of letting your opponent come to you was clearly something he had been taught. However, some could say what was being shown was indeed one of Star fleets greatest problems. Two sides in constant cold war, this was the relationship with all of Star fleets enemies on and off for 250 years, even before the founding of the federation. Federation morality would not allow to strike first even though they had proven themselves strong enough to win time and time again. As such, the alpha, beta, and even gamma quadrants had continuously been in stalemate. Wars lasting a few months, or even just a few hours or days, had reared their heads every now and then, and every time Star fleet was unprepared, and unwilling to finish the job, would the admiral be?


"The reason I brought you here to tell you Star Fleet is being corrupted from the inside and I need someone to become a inside eye if we can, if not find the Pearson in charge" Lovell stated as he moved to attack. Lovell did a quick jab to the left and came around for a quick jab right trying to throw the opponent off.

"Admiral," Bowen began, then delt with the attack. He managed to block the first. He raised his sheild and watched as the sword periced it. Then he felt it pull out with a jerk. He watched the admirals movments caarfuly, keeping his eye on each step. He then felt the second jab find its opening and strike him.

The official placed down his staff between him and raise his open hand to the sky. a second offficial to the side placed a flag in a slot on the arena fence declaring that Admiral Lovell had won the first round and claimed a point. Bowen reset himself and the official waited on Lovell to do the same.

"Starfleet is not corrupt, it never has been," he continued. " Neither is the Federation, they never have been, only been infested with bad actors. If something is corrupted, it must die by sacrifice to be redeemed, and I dont think its time for Starfleet to die. As for your little gaurdner, we will find him sir. Do you have any suspects in mind ?''

"Admiral Secura, Director of Star Fleet Intelligence, along with other officers shes spoken with, one or two from the Voyager A herself, I will not be telling the Commodore Janeway about it unless we really need to." Lovell told Bowen as he reset.

The official pulled back the staff signaling to begin once more. This time Captain Bowen took the first move. His left foot stepped forward and then his right foot hopped to meet it. this prosses was continued in quick sucsesssion until, within a second or so, as swift as lightning, he was right on top of the admiral. Then, he released all the tention in his back to bring his sword down on the elder man. Though he was fighting with his head, his power clearly came from his heart, as he attempted to strike a passionate blow filled with a desire to not only win, but destroy his opponent. This was the wild card, the man whom was a warrrior amongs scintist as researcher. His sheild was possitioned in such a way that an equal blow from the admiral would be impossible, yet an opening still existed if Lovell could find it.

Admiral Lovell remained calm as Captain Bowen charged forward, the younger man’s fiery determination practically radiating off him. With a practiced, steady hand, Lovell shifted his stance, adjusting his center of gravity to maintain balance. His sharp eyes quickly analyzed Bowen’s movements, searching for that crucial opening while his own sword stayed poised to counter.

As Bowen’s sword descended with passionate force, Lovell stepped back slightly, deflecting the blow with a calculated flick of his blade. The sound of clashing metal echoed across the room. He could feel the sheer strength behind Bowen's strike, a testament to his unyielding drive.

“Impressive, Captain,” Lovell said with a hint of admiration, his voice steady and composed. “But passion alone can blind you.”

With a deft twist of his wrist, Lovell aimed a precise thrust toward Bowen’s exposed side, exploiting the opening created by the captain’s aggressive stance. His movements were not driven by emotion but by years of experience and the clarity that only a seasoned warrior possessed. The admiral’s attack wasn’t meant to injure but to remind Bowen that while raw power and passion were formidable, strategy and control could turn the tide of any battle.


This is where Bowen would also show his might. It was obvious to the captain by this point, Admiral Lovell had a worriers spirit, yet clearly lacked the combative experiance for this sport. He was moving like an olympic fencer, thrusts and flicks with extrem control, yet the motions where predictable and not as advantagious for arming sword and sheild. Bowen watched as the admiral stepped innto his next strike leaving a wide gap between the sheild and shoulder. This was the direction Lovell had already sent the still in motion blade. As Lovell's blade went to Bowen's right side, Bowen's was heading directly into Lovell's shoulder.

The official signaled a tie as two flags were placed, one for each of them.

"Admiral, Secura is a good start. However, if she is our pest, then she is just a puppet. We both know she was chosen simply for her ability for the federstion to keep a leash on STI after the black hats attempted their take over" he stated returning to his position. " You know, I was up for that position. I am still aiming for it, but im guessing that my involvement with the organization will continue to make that advancement impossible, ain't it?"

This was something that Bowen was extremly petty about. He has been prevented from joining the admiralty due to his involvement wiith the now infamous section 31. The CIA of the Federation, Section 31 had remained in the shadows since the Zindy attack on Earth. Issue is, waking up one day and finging out that the Admiralty and President were running the federation without the organization's permission. The black hat morrons who had been appointed due to. . .well, better not get into the polotics of star fleet. At any rate, the captains family had been one of the founding members of STI and this invcluded the forming of the organization. Bowen was Section 31 and was being groomed to take over the organization. However, his conservitive veiws went agaist the diretion of the people who had been in charge when the insodent happened. Star Fleet internal investigations had managed to save records that Section 31 tried to destroy, and this included Bowen's unredacted persenel file. This had completely stalled his advancement. Yet only people like admiral Lovell knew what all that file contained. Not even Admiral Secura had access to it.

"Captain, I understand that your promotions have been stalled due to the circumstances," Lovell began, his tone steady but tinged with concern. "If the Admiral truly turns out to be our 'pest,' the position will be yours—if you want it. Your record is clear; there’s no indication of your involvement with Section 31 during its rogue years."

He paused, locking eyes with the captain. "For now, you’re assigned to the task force under Townsend’s command. I have a feeling something significant is on the horizon, aimed not just at Townsend and the task force but at Starfleet as a whole. To be honest, I can’t pinpoint what it is yet, but it’s coming. And after the devastation of Frontier Day—barely a year behind us—this is the last thing we need."

Lovell straightened, returning to his position, his expression as resolute as his words.


"Admiral," Bowen began as the offical prepared to let the next match begin, 'Wouldn't it be more advantageous for me to be here? I mean, ain't the pest operatinng out of Starfleet headquarters to begin with? If im going to be hunting vermon, shouldn't I be within aimin' distance?" He asked as the official pulled the staff away, yet he chose to hold his guard this time and once again waited for Lovell to make the first play.


Lovell considered this carefully, his grip on his weapon relaxing as he lowered it, along with his shield. His gaze remained sharp, though, as he spoke. “Before I answer that, I’ve got one question for you… How much did you know about Frontier Day before it happened?”

Bowen lunged to strike the admiral. Whille it was obvious that he was taking advantage of Lovell's lowered guard, something was different. This attack was more ruthless, and far more agressive than before. The blow struck, and struck hard, Lovell had clearly struck a nerve. The borg had rapped him, his mind, his body, his soul. He would probably have felt the same as Picard had it not been for the fact he didn't blame the borg, he blamed himself. He got himself, and his crew captured and assimilated for months on end before he was rescued, along with his 10 man mission crew. What can I say, section 31 knows how to get stuff done. He never got to know just how much they stole, he just new that the whole time he was under their control, he fought within this own mind to keep those locks taught by the 31, locks that found their origins in Volken, Romulans, and many other Federation races. Regardless, the events of Frontier day felt to familiar, almost like déjà Vu. A suddle hissing could be heard under the armor, under the skin, like a billion cicadas. It was very clear, Lovell had struck a nerve.

Lovell barely had time to react before Bowen’s strike landed. The force of the blow sent him staggering, pain flaring where the hit connected. He had anticipated resistance—maybe even hostility—but this… this was something deeper. Something raw.

Gritting his teeth, Lovell straightened, his eyes narrowing as he took in Bowen’s stance. The way he moved, the sheer aggression behind the strike—it wasn’t just anger. It was pain, buried under years of control, now clawing its way to the surface.

The faint, unnatural hissing beneath Bowen’s armor sent a chill through Lovell. He knew that sound. Knew what it meant.

He exhaled sharply, steadying himself. “So that’s how it is,” he muttered, rubbing the spot where Bowen’s strike had landed. “I hit a nerve, didn’t I?” His gaze hardened. “You think I don’t know what it’s like? You think I don’t understand what they did to you?”

He took a step forward, unarmed but resolute. “You’re not the only one who lost something on Frontier Day. But you want to tell me what really happened to you, Bowen? Or are you just going to keep swinging until there’s nothing left?”

Tag: Bowen

Bowen Straighted up, the hissing subsiding; "With all do respect admiral, you broght me in to play a game of wack a moll. Thats a game I dont lose on the simple fact that I swing at everything. aint that kinda the point? As for what I lost on Frontier Day, as of now, its only been my career, my pride, that was all lost when Star Fleet scrapped the Dragon class project and put the Chronipsis into moth balls. Other than that, i suppose you're trying t' dig just a hair deeper ain't ya. Well sir, i lost my humanity and self respect, my dignity and my honnor in 2370. And please, don't give me any of this mess about knowing what its like. 15 minutes is nothing compared to 3 months, I lost my hand, my eye, my ability to run, and Lord above only knows just how much was removed from my insides. But thats not even the half of it, and you know that, you read the report, they didn’t just get me, they got my team, a team I was responsible for, and now, almost 25 years later, and I am made to feel that frontier day was my teams fault, was my fault? You may have lost a son, a daughter, a cusin or friend that day, but as of right now, I lost the legacy of my family, and so much more, meanwhile a pee wee civilian is made Admiral. Now, you broght me in to play wack a moll against some old family members who like wearinng black hats. You have to hit and hit hard, or else you dont get a chance to win. You may have struck a nerve, but trust me, I can play it like a fiddle" Bowen finished, and even gave a slight chuckle. Inspite of the pain, there was a warmth and a confidence about him. There was definitly a reason the Klingons callled him the dragon of Betelgeuse. It went byond the record, byond the legend. Before admiral Lovell stood a prideful, jealous, protective, wrathful, honorable man of valor who had a fire within him that could put the stars to shame. Even after everything he thought Starfleet had done to him, he was more than willing to turn that anger twards her favore, and burn out this pest.

Two wins for Lovell, Two for Parton, and one Draw. "Shall we continue?" The STI Captain would ask.

Pat exhaled sharply, the weight of battle still lingering in his stance as he set his sword and shield down with a solid clang. His eyes locked onto the captain with unwavering resolve.

“I think we’re set,” he said, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the remnants of the fight. Then, his tone hardened, laced with authority. “Captain, I’m granting you full authorization—whatever it takes, no hesitation. That traitor doesn’t leave here unchecked.”

"Computer, end program," The captain said, suddenly everything vanished, everything but the sword, sheild, and aurmor that Bowen had been wearing. Removing his helmet revealed the middle aged face, a medium length bleard and redish blonde hair hiting just below his sholders, this being held back by a simi pony tail. His eyes where a grey blue. or rather, his eye, one was covered by a black eye patch, the one stollen by the borg. "Admiral, good showing sir, I hate to end things on a draw, so lets do this again some time, in the mean while, I suppose I have a pest to find"

Admiral Lovell chuckled, stepping forward with an air of amusement and respect. He glanced at the lingering remnants of the program—Bowen’s armor, shield, and sword—before locking eyes with the grizzled officer.

"A draw, is it? I suppose that’s better than outright losing," Lovell mused, crossing his arms. "Next time, I won’t go easy on you."

His gaze flickered to Bowen’s eye patch, a subtle reminder of the battles he had endured. The Admiral’s tone shifted slightly, adopting a more serious edge.

"As for your pest," Lovell added, "just don’t let it turn into an infestation. I’d hate to have to clean up after you."

With that, he gave a nod of approval. "Until next time, Bowen. And don’t take too long—I’d rather not get rusty waiting for our rematch."


"What is my post sir? I know you said I was to be under Adniral Townsend, but you never did specify what the post itself was?" He ask curiously.


"Until they return, you'll be joining my team as a temporary Security Advisor. I need your expertise for the time being," Lovell explained, removing his mask and revealing a serious expression. "In just an hour, we have an important meeting scheduled with the Director of Intelligence. It’s crucial that we prepare thoroughly for this discussion." He glanced at the clock, the urgency of their situation evident in his demeanor.


Tag Bowen


Just as Bowen wrapped up his conversation, his comm unit chirped to life, signaling an incoming call.

=/\= Ops to Lovell. =/\=

Pat Lovell, now alert and focused, responded promptly.

=/\= Lovell here, go ahead. =/\=

The voice on the other end came through with a sense of urgency.

=/\= Sir, we are receiving multiple reports from various ships in the vicinity, as well as from Starbase 113. They are all indicating a significant energy spike detected in the Rekag-Seroina Sector. Furthermore, we have just received intel that the USS Halo has gone missing under suspicious circumstances. =/\=

Pat felt a knot form in his stomach at the mention of the Halo. He knew that meant trouble.

=/\= On my way=/\= Lovell turned to Bowen. "Your with me, lets go" He then strode out of the Holodeck.

"You can fill me in as we go sir, but I belive we need to head to the command center" Bowen said before walking twards the exist, still in his armor. as he walked he tapped a spot on his chest, just under the breast plate, the aurmor, cape, sword, and sheild all trensported into a storage locker in his quarters. Now he was wearing a STI captains uniform, and was ready for business.

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