06-21-2024, 08:34 PM
Jaein couldn’t help but watch as the commander’s demeanor changed drastically within the space of just a single sentence. First to amusement at his appearance, then to a darker mien at the mention of Elias, before finally settling in at a conviviality that was just enough off to be recognizably forced and artificial. However, he wasn’t immediately dismissed, instead with Coleman directing them off to the side.
This was perfectly fine with Jaein, who hated to interrupt the party. He knew they were few and far enough between for a crew like this that parties were necessary, and work should’ve been forbidden at them. And yet here he was.
“Most people who crash parties usually have a few drinks before disturbing the revelers,” Coleman said once they were alone, and he dropped all pretense of amusement. This was business, and it was serious.
What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Ben? Jaein asked himself as Coleman got down to business.
This left Jaein with two choices. He could continue with the tone that was set, the utterly serious business mood. But seeing as Jaein had no idea what the Prophets had set in motion here, and that he didn’t know Coleman at all, he didn’t feel like this was a good idea. It would be extremely easy to overcompensate, and then it was just an old-fashioned pissing match between the two of them. With their equal ranks, they could use that to defuse the situation, and he was on Coleman’s home turf. No, that was going to be a bad call.
So instead he went with option two. He spread his hands in acquiescence, put on a middling smile – this was still serious, after all, but he wanted it known he wasn’t an adversary here – and spoke softly. “I apologize, Commander,” he started. “My name is Omdor Jaein, I’m from the 40 Eridani A shipyards. I spoke with Ben a week ago and he offered to show me around the Artemis once you got into dock. My team works on constructing Vestas, and since I was on Bajor visiting family it seemed like a good chance to talk with one the chief of one of our longest-serving vessels, see what we can incorporate into new builds and the like.
“He’d told me to come today, but when I arrived his office was in complete disarray and hadn’t been touched in days, either, and then no one would tell me what was going on,” he continued, letting the worry he felt touch his voice. He wasn’t particularly close to Ben – they had met at a couple of engineering conferences, though they had corresponded regularly – but something was deeply wrong. If the quick stop in engineering hadn’t told him so, Coleman’s manner definitely had. “Is he okay? What’s happened?”
==Tag Coleman==
This was perfectly fine with Jaein, who hated to interrupt the party. He knew they were few and far enough between for a crew like this that parties were necessary, and work should’ve been forbidden at them. And yet here he was.
“Most people who crash parties usually have a few drinks before disturbing the revelers,” Coleman said once they were alone, and he dropped all pretense of amusement. This was business, and it was serious.
What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Ben? Jaein asked himself as Coleman got down to business.
This left Jaein with two choices. He could continue with the tone that was set, the utterly serious business mood. But seeing as Jaein had no idea what the Prophets had set in motion here, and that he didn’t know Coleman at all, he didn’t feel like this was a good idea. It would be extremely easy to overcompensate, and then it was just an old-fashioned pissing match between the two of them. With their equal ranks, they could use that to defuse the situation, and he was on Coleman’s home turf. No, that was going to be a bad call.
So instead he went with option two. He spread his hands in acquiescence, put on a middling smile – this was still serious, after all, but he wanted it known he wasn’t an adversary here – and spoke softly. “I apologize, Commander,” he started. “My name is Omdor Jaein, I’m from the 40 Eridani A shipyards. I spoke with Ben a week ago and he offered to show me around the Artemis once you got into dock. My team works on constructing Vestas, and since I was on Bajor visiting family it seemed like a good chance to talk with one the chief of one of our longest-serving vessels, see what we can incorporate into new builds and the like.
“He’d told me to come today, but when I arrived his office was in complete disarray and hadn’t been touched in days, either, and then no one would tell me what was going on,” he continued, letting the worry he felt touch his voice. He wasn’t particularly close to Ben – they had met at a couple of engineering conferences, though they had corresponded regularly – but something was deeply wrong. If the quick stop in engineering hadn’t told him so, Coleman’s manner definitely had. “Is he okay? What’s happened?”
==Tag Coleman==