::stops picking at snagged nail, wheeling to face ahni_jetal
::modulates voice to stage whisper::
What do you think, did we just move up on the food chain? Maybe even past the baby reptiles again?
I thought they were
up at the top of the evolution ladder. Or at least close.
::looks across table to sam_wildman
in faint confusion::
Biology was never my strong suit...
::half cranks an eye open, trying to at least appear severe::
Ladies. If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times...
...don't bring parasites up at staff meetings...
::absorbs the rude but evidently commonplace conversational drift::
::straightens, turning slightly and staring downward::
::cranks other eyes open::
::shrugs without uncrossing arms, offering best shit-eating grin::
There has to be some scientific basis for the title.
But if it makes you feel better, I admit, they were rather cute parasites, Kathryn. If you're the lizard type.
::kicks at two sets of feet under table in a pre-emptive warning, rewarded by matching ohs of surprise::
::clasps hands together on table top, turning most attentive look to...er...former captain::
Captain, we all apologize, but...it's a little late. We don't usually have meetings this time of the night.
::bustles over from table set up near door, holding up bounty::
Day, night, phaw. I have coffee.
::sidles between katiejaneway
, plopping down on his armrest and extending a mug to other woman::
My own special blend!
Perhaps it's time you considering using technology outside of your own, then.
::holds up hand, pre-empting anticipated speech::
I usually don't endorse the risks such measures involve, but the stakes are somewhat high here...and besides, the technology I have in mind would seem to be partly of my own creation.
::taps comm badge, ignoring round table looks of confusion::
Ensign Paris...my apologies for the late invitation, but feel free to join us.
::thumbs security code, sauntering in::
About time. And technically speaking, Captain, the technology Admiral Janeway ripped off of me was of Klingon concept. She was just wily enough to steal it.
::waves hand, motioning to spare seat::
::turns to face captainchakotay
again, tone mild::
Ensign Paris and I have been discussing the technology she brought aboard. With supplementing, we believe we can fine tune it to reach wherever and whenever might be necessary for limited transport.
Scheming behind my back, Kathryn? I suppose I should pretend to be surprised.
::doesn't bother masking contempt, moving gaze away...to next target::
Miral. Is there some reason you preferred sharing your allegedly vast talents with Captain Janeway and not my people?
Don't be offended, Chakotay.
::takes seat, leaning back and steepling hands on lap::
Reasoning led me to believe that Janeway might have better ideas to offer on the matter...after all, it was her duplicate I worked in tandem with before.
She also might ultimately prove more sympathetic to my cause...saving the multiverse from assimilation, if you remember.
I remember your cause, Ensign.
::leans forward, lowering voice and trying to decide what to be more vexed by at the moment...the insolence inherited from her mother, or the insolence inherited from her father::
I can also say with reasonable certainty that it's a lost one by now. If the Borg were cutting a swath through your universe, it's a fair bet that enough time has passed for them to have finished the job...assuming you weren't the only person capable of saving it and someone else didn't.
And don't expect me to believe you give a damn about any other universe.
::straightens quickly, leaning forward as well to match his stance::
If anything is lost, Captain, it's your fault. I was prepared to do whatever might be necessary from the moment I arrived here. You happen to be the one who seems more interested in busying your guests with pointless tasks and fattening them up while you and your crew sit around doing nothing of any merit.
::evens tones out slightly, raising a hand to point at the other guest::
Up until Captain Janeway arrived, I had no way of fixing my technology without hers...their unexpected meshing is how we all landed here. Since the little tramp doesn't seem to like sharing and you refuse to exert any control over her whatsoever, there was nothing I could do.
::stops spinning in own sullenly claimed seat, mouth forming into a little o
at pointing and
::wheels to face captainchakotay
Are you gonna let her say things like that about me? Me?!
::huffs at complete non-answer, plopping back again and glaring at the Klingon::
Well, now I guess you won't ever