To say that starfleet intelligence hadn't done a particularly good job in the crisis would be both underplaying it and being overly harsh depending on the viewpoint one used. The end result, however, was that professionally and publicly some degree of accounting needed to be held.
A slight frown crossed you face as you looked over the options available for replacement. You'd always had a certain degree of distaste for intelligence types, even as you had done a brief tour in the department to get a feel for it. You knew that it was an unfair assessment but it just seemed to attract a certain kind of person that sent shivers down your spine more often than other departments did.
The first two candidates were pretty much perfect as far as the position went. Long service histories dealing in intelligence matters. One was the more typical variety, having spent most of their carrier behind a desk. Keen mind for data analysis and knowing where to maneuver resources to get results. Stereotypical Vulkan, you mused to yourself.
The second candidate was more like watching one of those old spy videos from the 20th century. Once you had the clearance to get past all the redacted areas of the service record, at any rate. Enough action and undercover work to make ka'Sharren blush if you were being honest about the situation. Fitting that they shared a race, you supposed.
It was the final canidate that drew your eye more than the other two. She didn't have a history directly working for star fleet intelligence but that likely drew you more to the application given your gut distaste for SI types. By all accounts, she was a self made woman. An orphan that grew up on the streets of a human colony. Managed to put together a network of children to gather little pieces of information here and there to give herself an advantage in life. Spent a few decades of building up and visiting various races planets and doing the same thing. Seemed to be something of an moral type having foiled various shady situations with her network.
She vanished for near a decade before she was picked up on Earth for vagrancy, of all things. Local intelligence suspects she was in the process of setting up a network here on Earth and are still combing through Starfleet to make sure she didn't get her hooks in at all.
It's a bit unconventional, but you could get her a pardon and recruit her to lend her talents to Starfleet. Yes, you think this might be the best option.
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"How's it look?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah. The male Andorian and Vulkan candidates are by far the best qualified candidates we've got to take over. Whoever gets picked."
There was a chuckle from the first. "And the third "canidate?"
The second laughed as well. "Oh, the boys in intelligence had a fun time coming up with that. Found a hobo chick we're working on getting sorted back into society. Made up a nonsensical background and credentials for her. The admiral should get a good laugh out of it given the criticism that's been tossed towards the department for previous hiring practices."
At that moment, a third officer rounded the corner, ashen face. "We've got to doctor some documents fast!"
"Hm?"
"Your fucking prank! Three guesses on how we're screwed, and the first two don't count."
The two original hallway goers exchanged looks. "You're kidding me, right?"
The ashen face man just glared. "Do I look like I'm kidding? We've got to make sure those documents are ironclad, get our new "Head of intelligence" up to speed, and pray to the great Voyager probe it never comes to light or being out of a job and SI being a laughingstock will be the least of our concerns."