03-07-2025, 12:13 AM
Leo stood frozen looking down at his PADD still, the information still filtering through his ears and attempting to find somewhere to settle within his mind. The senior staff, as expected, began to ask their questions although there weren't as many as he had expected and whether she had studied for this or was simply showing off somehow, the Captain reeled out answers nonchalantly as if reading them from a list laid before her.
Reminding himself he was here for a purpose, Leo started moving his fingers again, entering more data into his PADD; estimated arrival to Wairara, some retrofits to the Glennis and a lack of information about the systems possible problems and that more research would need to be done before their arrival.
The shock had come and gone. Now, as he looked around at the people who would essentially be his new family, Leo decided to relax for a moment and stop reading the room for once. It was his job to be aware at all times, yes, but not every second of the day he surmised, until the ship's guest had once again opened his mouth.
A voice full of obvious discontent and uncomfortableness almost brandished the Captain.
“Captain Braggins, I must protest your decision to send...Junior Officers to participate in the race. The Wairara consider it a sacred event, and will no doubt consider it a calculated insult.”
Leo did wonder for the smallest of moments given the pirate rumours, that if she had a phaser pistol within arms reach, if she'd shoot him in Response.
The man folded his arms, a classic sign of defence for anyone who understood body language, as he continued his attempt at controlling the situation.
"The Diplomatic Corps requested you because of your background as a pilot. Which, I might add, is also why I was assigned”
So there's history there? Is that a good or a bad thing in this instance?
"Even if they don't take it as an insult, what makes you believe that this...Officer...will sufficiently impress the Wairara enough to open formal diplomatic relations?”
The Trill male gestured towards Cherstone with his last dig and clearly the man was upset, but to go off on a Captain, in front of their staff, he was either brave or foolish.
She has to know what she’s doing, right? She wouldn’t have chosen us if we weren’t up for it. But is this a test for us? For Jensen? A lead-up to a promotion? Or is she testing Starfleet itself? Seeing how far she can push the rules?
Whatever the case was, Leo could do nothing but follow orders and only speak up should he feel the need to, like now, he was security after all, and this man seemed to be blowing a mental conduit fuse at the Captain.
“My apologies Sir but that is no way to speak to the captain upon whose vessel you stand as a guest whether Starfleet told you to or not.”
Not sure whether or not he would get a good scolding for it later, probably from both the Captain and his Chief, but he had started so he may as well finish so he lowered the PADD to his side as he took a step forwards to address the attache more clearly.
“We are all Starfleet officers here and we have all earned and proved the right to be called such. We Midshipman may not have a list of world breaking achievements but not many officers, regardless of rank, do. And whilst you may look down at us, Sir, did the Captain not say that a big part of The Great Race is about overcoming constant challenge. Surely the people of Wairara would respect us for trying, because winning the race doesn't seem to be the point.”
Stepping back and breathing a bit heavier than maybe he even realised, Leo looked sheepishly to the captain as took his place next to d'Tor'an once more. Now he knew not to look at his Chief, he could only imagine the fury that was building up in her at her Midshipmen's burst.
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Reminding himself he was here for a purpose, Leo started moving his fingers again, entering more data into his PADD; estimated arrival to Wairara, some retrofits to the Glennis and a lack of information about the systems possible problems and that more research would need to be done before their arrival.
The shock had come and gone. Now, as he looked around at the people who would essentially be his new family, Leo decided to relax for a moment and stop reading the room for once. It was his job to be aware at all times, yes, but not every second of the day he surmised, until the ship's guest had once again opened his mouth.
A voice full of obvious discontent and uncomfortableness almost brandished the Captain.
“Captain Braggins, I must protest your decision to send...Junior Officers to participate in the race. The Wairara consider it a sacred event, and will no doubt consider it a calculated insult.”
Leo did wonder for the smallest of moments given the pirate rumours, that if she had a phaser pistol within arms reach, if she'd shoot him in Response.
The man folded his arms, a classic sign of defence for anyone who understood body language, as he continued his attempt at controlling the situation.
"The Diplomatic Corps requested you because of your background as a pilot. Which, I might add, is also why I was assigned”
So there's history there? Is that a good or a bad thing in this instance?
"Even if they don't take it as an insult, what makes you believe that this...Officer...will sufficiently impress the Wairara enough to open formal diplomatic relations?”
The Trill male gestured towards Cherstone with his last dig and clearly the man was upset, but to go off on a Captain, in front of their staff, he was either brave or foolish.
She has to know what she’s doing, right? She wouldn’t have chosen us if we weren’t up for it. But is this a test for us? For Jensen? A lead-up to a promotion? Or is she testing Starfleet itself? Seeing how far she can push the rules?
Whatever the case was, Leo could do nothing but follow orders and only speak up should he feel the need to, like now, he was security after all, and this man seemed to be blowing a mental conduit fuse at the Captain.
“My apologies Sir but that is no way to speak to the captain upon whose vessel you stand as a guest whether Starfleet told you to or not.”
Not sure whether or not he would get a good scolding for it later, probably from both the Captain and his Chief, but he had started so he may as well finish so he lowered the PADD to his side as he took a step forwards to address the attache more clearly.
“We are all Starfleet officers here and we have all earned and proved the right to be called such. We Midshipman may not have a list of world breaking achievements but not many officers, regardless of rank, do. And whilst you may look down at us, Sir, did the Captain not say that a big part of The Great Race is about overcoming constant challenge. Surely the people of Wairara would respect us for trying, because winning the race doesn't seem to be the point.”
Stepping back and breathing a bit heavier than maybe he even realised, Leo looked sheepishly to the captain as took his place next to d'Tor'an once more. Now he knew not to look at his Chief, he could only imagine the fury that was building up in her at her Midshipmen's burst.
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