06-11-2024, 11:41 PM
== Angriest Unicorn ==
Tyra didn't miss the flush that slowly spread across Calleja's cheeks at her compliment and she hide the grin it caused behind a sip of coffee. Even people with the seemingly hardest edges could be taken off guard by a genuine, earned compliment and it seemed Calleja was no exception, which was worth making note of.
“I heard about Aeryn,” she said, possibly to avoid the compliment. “I… I don’t get it. I’m sure there’s some context there, but right now I don’t know what that is and I haven’t had the chance to talk to her. If she’s happy, I guess it’s none of my damn business. But still. I don’t get it.”
"I don't either," Tyra agreed. "I mean, during wartime, it's really common to see young security officers flee to other departments after getting a taste of what real war is like, when they learn that it's not all glory, honor and victory but you don't typically see established officers with good records make the jump. But Da- Coleman spoke to her and seemed confident that it was truly what she wanted and needed so who am I to tell someone what's best for them?" A tiny shrug accompanied the statement as if she still didn't quite believe it, even if she believed Coleman.
“As for me, no, you don’t have to worry about me. There’s a big gap between what I’ll joke about with a friend over coffee, and what I’ll actually do. I don’t know how much of my file you’ve read but it ain’t one of those that’s all good news and sweetness and light. I’ve been attached to some pretty big fuck-ups and had to rebuild after. Try bein’ attached to protect a diplomatic mission, and that mission not only gettin’ blown to shit but the VIPs you’re tryin’ to protect ignorin’ you completely and walkin’ out into a crossfire.”
Tyra didn't miss the "friend" comment and she found it didn't bother her like it maybe should have. Oh, if you went strictly by the command playbook, a captain was suppose to remain removed and aloof from her officers, knowing them but not being truly known by them. Yet, Tyra had never been successful in truly implementing that. She'd been promoted initially in place from first officer to commanding officer, making it impossible to walk back the relationships she had built as first officer, and from there, she'd never really tried. Oh, she was careful about trying to maintain balance with her officers and she would never have some of the carefree friendships that she had with peers but she considered numerous of her officers, past and present, to be friends. There were drawbacks, as the situation with Ben showed, but she couldn't regret that friendship or any of them. It made them a better unit and maybe, in the future, she'd count Calleja in that group.
She smiled as Mara made an impassioned about not throwing her hard earned rebuild away, even if someone in Intel deserved to be shanked for their stupidity. It was the type of rally that some might find concerning but Tyra saw it for what it was. She was sure she had made similar statements to Derrick in what felt like a different life.
“So yeah. I hope I can be your angriest unicorn for a while yet,” Calleja said with a wry smile. “I’ll find targets I can actually shoot at. For your sake and the new Chief.”
The redhead genuinely laughed, almost choking on the last mouthful of coffee before managing to get it down. "We should get that on a patch. A unicorn dual wielding chainsaws would make quite the impression on the Cardassians the next time we see them," she said with a chuckle.
It was a moment or two before she wiped the grin off her lips for a more serious expression. "Any ideas for where to look for an acting Chief while we find a more permanent solution? Damian could fill the role if needed but he already has a lot on his plate and everyone reaching out with recommendations are all giving me ridiculously young and idealistic officers. My track record with idealistic security officers isn't great…"
== Tag! ==
Tyra didn't miss the flush that slowly spread across Calleja's cheeks at her compliment and she hide the grin it caused behind a sip of coffee. Even people with the seemingly hardest edges could be taken off guard by a genuine, earned compliment and it seemed Calleja was no exception, which was worth making note of.
“I heard about Aeryn,” she said, possibly to avoid the compliment. “I… I don’t get it. I’m sure there’s some context there, but right now I don’t know what that is and I haven’t had the chance to talk to her. If she’s happy, I guess it’s none of my damn business. But still. I don’t get it.”
"I don't either," Tyra agreed. "I mean, during wartime, it's really common to see young security officers flee to other departments after getting a taste of what real war is like, when they learn that it's not all glory, honor and victory but you don't typically see established officers with good records make the jump. But Da- Coleman spoke to her and seemed confident that it was truly what she wanted and needed so who am I to tell someone what's best for them?" A tiny shrug accompanied the statement as if she still didn't quite believe it, even if she believed Coleman.
“As for me, no, you don’t have to worry about me. There’s a big gap between what I’ll joke about with a friend over coffee, and what I’ll actually do. I don’t know how much of my file you’ve read but it ain’t one of those that’s all good news and sweetness and light. I’ve been attached to some pretty big fuck-ups and had to rebuild after. Try bein’ attached to protect a diplomatic mission, and that mission not only gettin’ blown to shit but the VIPs you’re tryin’ to protect ignorin’ you completely and walkin’ out into a crossfire.”
Tyra didn't miss the "friend" comment and she found it didn't bother her like it maybe should have. Oh, if you went strictly by the command playbook, a captain was suppose to remain removed and aloof from her officers, knowing them but not being truly known by them. Yet, Tyra had never been successful in truly implementing that. She'd been promoted initially in place from first officer to commanding officer, making it impossible to walk back the relationships she had built as first officer, and from there, she'd never really tried. Oh, she was careful about trying to maintain balance with her officers and she would never have some of the carefree friendships that she had with peers but she considered numerous of her officers, past and present, to be friends. There were drawbacks, as the situation with Ben showed, but she couldn't regret that friendship or any of them. It made them a better unit and maybe, in the future, she'd count Calleja in that group.
She smiled as Mara made an impassioned about not throwing her hard earned rebuild away, even if someone in Intel deserved to be shanked for their stupidity. It was the type of rally that some might find concerning but Tyra saw it for what it was. She was sure she had made similar statements to Derrick in what felt like a different life.
“So yeah. I hope I can be your angriest unicorn for a while yet,” Calleja said with a wry smile. “I’ll find targets I can actually shoot at. For your sake and the new Chief.”
The redhead genuinely laughed, almost choking on the last mouthful of coffee before managing to get it down. "We should get that on a patch. A unicorn dual wielding chainsaws would make quite the impression on the Cardassians the next time we see them," she said with a chuckle.
It was a moment or two before she wiped the grin off her lips for a more serious expression. "Any ideas for where to look for an acting Chief while we find a more permanent solution? Damian could fill the role if needed but he already has a lot on his plate and everyone reaching out with recommendations are all giving me ridiculously young and idealistic officers. My track record with idealistic security officers isn't great…"
== Tag! ==