Yesterday, 04:11 PM
==One week following mission end.==
Jenny bounced in her chair eagerly as the figures on the monitor moved closer to their goal, red-uniformed and in textbook formation, they raced towards their foe seemingly undaunted by the odds stacked against them.
Come on...just a few more meters...
Seemingly out of nowhere, a black-uniformed figure emerged and split the formation in two. Robbed of their momentum, the red-uniforms scattered and allowed more black-uniforms through the gap, speeding towards their own objective.
A vindictive yet not-unfriendly chuckle sounded from the couch on the other side of the table as the black-uniformed team expertly navigated the defenses of the red team and slammed the hockey puck home. Jenny threw herself back into the chair, scowling, the action sending popcorn scattering all over the place.
"I told you the Sehlats were going to cinch it in overtime. The Academy team have the passion and talent, but the Vulcans are stronger and faster, and waited for the Cadets to get tired."
Still scowling Jenny half-heartedly hurled a handful of popcorn at the other woman. Dark hair turning to grey, Master Chief Petty Officer Jenna Bartlett was the closest thing Jenny had to an actual friend aboard, and their mutual love of contact sports had led them to place a rather hefty water on the outcome of the Starfleet Academy vs Shi'Kahr Sehlats game.
A wager Jenny had just lost.
Jenny reached for the PADD to initiate the agreed-upon transfer, roughly one month of her princely salary, when it flashed an incoming transmission icon. It was listed as high priority, and Jenny shared a brief confused look with Jenna as she opened the message.
A quizzical expression turned to a frown, followed by widened eyes, before the frown returned with clenched fists. Grumbling under her breath, Jenny closed the message and tossed the PADD carelessly onto the chair.
"The Cardassians are blockading Starbase 214. They are claiming that the base is harbouring Talarian fugitives and are demanding they be turned over."
It was possible, Jenny knew, that the base did have Talarian freedom fighters aboard, as it was the first stop for Talarian refugees fleeing the expanding Cardassian occupation. For the Cardassians to be bold enough to blockade a Federation Starbase, however, led Jenny to believe there was more to it.
"We have been put on alert for Cardassian aggression. The Diplomatic Corps is trying to find a diplomatic solution."
The look Jenna flashed signalled that her own opinion of the career diplomats (most, not all) matched Jenny's, and that if this situation was resolved without bloodshed it would only be because the administration had caved.
"Recall the crew. I want senior staff in the briefing room within an hour. I want Wright there as well, she can be the lower deckers' spy for this briefing."
Jenny nodded, grabbed her things, and departed. Leaving the popcorn scattered on the floor and half-finished drinks containers where they were, Jenny left the cleanup to Raiju as she moved toward the shower.
It was going to be a long day.
Jenny bounced in her chair eagerly as the figures on the monitor moved closer to their goal, red-uniformed and in textbook formation, they raced towards their foe seemingly undaunted by the odds stacked against them.
Come on...just a few more meters...
Seemingly out of nowhere, a black-uniformed figure emerged and split the formation in two. Robbed of their momentum, the red-uniforms scattered and allowed more black-uniforms through the gap, speeding towards their own objective.
A vindictive yet not-unfriendly chuckle sounded from the couch on the other side of the table as the black-uniformed team expertly navigated the defenses of the red team and slammed the hockey puck home. Jenny threw herself back into the chair, scowling, the action sending popcorn scattering all over the place.
"I told you the Sehlats were going to cinch it in overtime. The Academy team have the passion and talent, but the Vulcans are stronger and faster, and waited for the Cadets to get tired."
Still scowling Jenny half-heartedly hurled a handful of popcorn at the other woman. Dark hair turning to grey, Master Chief Petty Officer Jenna Bartlett was the closest thing Jenny had to an actual friend aboard, and their mutual love of contact sports had led them to place a rather hefty water on the outcome of the Starfleet Academy vs Shi'Kahr Sehlats game.
A wager Jenny had just lost.
Jenny reached for the PADD to initiate the agreed-upon transfer, roughly one month of her princely salary, when it flashed an incoming transmission icon. It was listed as high priority, and Jenny shared a brief confused look with Jenna as she opened the message.
A quizzical expression turned to a frown, followed by widened eyes, before the frown returned with clenched fists. Grumbling under her breath, Jenny closed the message and tossed the PADD carelessly onto the chair.
"The Cardassians are blockading Starbase 214. They are claiming that the base is harbouring Talarian fugitives and are demanding they be turned over."
It was possible, Jenny knew, that the base did have Talarian freedom fighters aboard, as it was the first stop for Talarian refugees fleeing the expanding Cardassian occupation. For the Cardassians to be bold enough to blockade a Federation Starbase, however, led Jenny to believe there was more to it.
"We have been put on alert for Cardassian aggression. The Diplomatic Corps is trying to find a diplomatic solution."
The look Jenna flashed signalled that her own opinion of the career diplomats (most, not all) matched Jenny's, and that if this situation was resolved without bloodshed it would only be because the administration had caved.
"Recall the crew. I want senior staff in the briefing room within an hour. I want Wright there as well, she can be the lower deckers' spy for this briefing."
Jenny nodded, grabbed her things, and departed. Leaving the popcorn scattered on the floor and half-finished drinks containers where they were, Jenny left the cleanup to Raiju as she moved toward the shower.
It was going to be a long day.