04-25-2024, 01:25 AM
Jenny had just finished collecting the darts from the board and putting them back in the holders when she heard footsteps behind her, even over the raucous noise of Quarks. Turning, she noticed T'Lari approaching and looking what looked to be a little nervous, a look she'd not seen on the Vulcan hybrid since they'd met. Jenny offered the young woman a small smile, remembering the times they'd had hunting pirates on the Yeager but also not quite able to forget that the other woman had refused her orders on the Philadelphia.
"Captain Braggins? I do not wish to disturb you, but I wanted to offer you my apologies for being unwilling to obey your order on the Philadelphia."
Not like a Vulcan to apologise, even when they are wrong...
For the briefest moment, Jenny wasn't quite sure how to react. T'Lari had come to her out of a seemingly genuine desire to bury the hatchet, when realistically it was Jenny who should have been apologizing; she'd dragged T'Lari into one of her schemes, and probably finished off her career in the process. With a sigh, Jenny reached for her drink and leaned against the wall.
"Honestly, if you'd agreed, we wouldn't be standing her talking now. My career is going down the toilet as quickly as Starfleet can flush me, it's probably for the best yours doesn't join it."
Draining what was left of her drink, Jenny placed the glass back on the table and shook her head.
"You did the right thing. You're a good officer, your new CO will be lucky to have you, wherever you end up."
As Jenny spoke, Jenny watched as the dejected-looking officer she'd just hustled wandered over with a tray of drinks, placed two beers on the table next to her, then went off in search of Bartlett with her own prize. Reaching for one of the glasses, Jenny shifted against the wall to get more comfortable.
"Have they told you where you're going? Command were pretty pissed but none of us got the boot, or sent to Starbase Eighty, so there's that."
"Captain Braggins? I do not wish to disturb you, but I wanted to offer you my apologies for being unwilling to obey your order on the Philadelphia."
Not like a Vulcan to apologise, even when they are wrong...
For the briefest moment, Jenny wasn't quite sure how to react. T'Lari had come to her out of a seemingly genuine desire to bury the hatchet, when realistically it was Jenny who should have been apologizing; she'd dragged T'Lari into one of her schemes, and probably finished off her career in the process. With a sigh, Jenny reached for her drink and leaned against the wall.
"Honestly, if you'd agreed, we wouldn't be standing her talking now. My career is going down the toilet as quickly as Starfleet can flush me, it's probably for the best yours doesn't join it."
Draining what was left of her drink, Jenny placed the glass back on the table and shook her head.
"You did the right thing. You're a good officer, your new CO will be lucky to have you, wherever you end up."
As Jenny spoke, Jenny watched as the dejected-looking officer she'd just hustled wandered over with a tray of drinks, placed two beers on the table next to her, then went off in search of Bartlett with her own prize. Reaching for one of the glasses, Jenny shifted against the wall to get more comfortable.
"Have they told you where you're going? Command were pretty pissed but none of us got the boot, or sent to Starbase Eighty, so there's that."