02-22-2025, 10:46 PM
She looked at him with a smirk and said, “I do like the chaos. But only when I’m in control of it.”
Leo felt a bit better, the banter had landed. Not too strong, not a total flop. A win. But now wasn’t the time to revel in it.
Control and chaos. Bet that’s a fun balancing act. He kept the thought to himself. No sense in risking his first real step toward camaraderie.
The chief looked back to her console, some information she looked for must have collated he guessed but he looked at her and saw what he could only interpret as mild confusion. She appeared to flick up and down at her screen, double checking some information maybe, before she spoke to him once again.
“Looks like our VIP guest is a Starfleet dud.” She told Alden. “No idea why he’s been put on this mission; he must have family in high places. Diplomatic assistant though, I wonder who he’s an assistant to?”
[Jensen to all senior staff, as well as Midshipmen Alden, Bowman, Bremner and Campbell, report to the briefing room at once.]
“Well this is going to be fun,” he replied dryly. “An unknown ambassador and an assistant who has potential family connections.” The final words of his sarcastic remark were filled with annoyance.
Leo put Jensen’s order aside for a moment, watching as Artemis beckoned another officer over. She didn’t look pleased. In fact, she seemed determined to get to the bottom of it. Offering her own command codes, while not uncommon for ships' security, still implied, at least in his head, that she was now on the hunt.
D’Tor’an looked back at him, and this time, Leo caught the slight change in her expression. Was she hiding her feelings about the unknown guest? Mentally preparing herself for the Captain’s briefing? He had no idea and wasn’t about to ask. Instead, he grabbed a PADD and stood at her abrupt words.
“Right behind you.”
>> Briefing Room >>
Leo felt a bit better, the banter had landed. Not too strong, not a total flop. A win. But now wasn’t the time to revel in it.
Control and chaos. Bet that’s a fun balancing act. He kept the thought to himself. No sense in risking his first real step toward camaraderie.
The chief looked back to her console, some information she looked for must have collated he guessed but he looked at her and saw what he could only interpret as mild confusion. She appeared to flick up and down at her screen, double checking some information maybe, before she spoke to him once again.
“Looks like our VIP guest is a Starfleet dud.” She told Alden. “No idea why he’s been put on this mission; he must have family in high places. Diplomatic assistant though, I wonder who he’s an assistant to?”
[Jensen to all senior staff, as well as Midshipmen Alden, Bowman, Bremner and Campbell, report to the briefing room at once.]
“Well this is going to be fun,” he replied dryly. “An unknown ambassador and an assistant who has potential family connections.” The final words of his sarcastic remark were filled with annoyance.
Leo put Jensen’s order aside for a moment, watching as Artemis beckoned another officer over. She didn’t look pleased. In fact, she seemed determined to get to the bottom of it. Offering her own command codes, while not uncommon for ships' security, still implied, at least in his head, that she was now on the hunt.
D’Tor’an looked back at him, and this time, Leo caught the slight change in her expression. Was she hiding her feelings about the unknown guest? Mentally preparing herself for the Captain’s briefing? He had no idea and wasn’t about to ask. Instead, he grabbed a PADD and stood at her abrupt words.
“Right behind you.”
>> Briefing Room >>