::tears eyes away from view of Presidio, blinking back at her::
Uh...I didn't want to interrupt.
::continues to gawk, fighting a rising tide of deja vu::
Your husband let me in. He and Barin were headed out...to La Barre, I think?
Yees, that was the plan, I believe...
::settles in armchair, observing him::
You didn't want to go with them, then?
::holds hands up defensively, before spreading them in gesture of peace::
Like I said, I think I should get a few pointers from you before any sort of contact with Captain Picard.
::frowns...talking with the man was never exactly easy to begin with:
::shifts to more comfortable position, nodding to sofa nearby::
Now would be a good time. Tomorrow we meet with Admiral Paris, there's no way to know what will be going on afterward.
::opens mouth to protest, then shuts it::
::moves even further away from proffered seat...she probably doesn't even realize she's in 'work' mode::
You're right. You've got other things on your mind.
It was stupid of me to just pop in with no idea of what was going on in your lives. I've got no right to interrupt with my petty issues.
::shakes head...it would be too much to ask that he'd grown physically, mentally, and and emotionally during his roaming::
You're family. Not another word about not being welcome!
::clasps hands, forcing own tones back to even keel::
And any issues you may or may not have certainly wouldn't be petty.
What did Will tell you?
::paces back, sitting with an audible thump::
::stares out windows again, playing back over conversation between self and capt_will_riker
::skirts gaze around functional but sparse 'hotel' suite a tad nervously...no telling how much of that conversation was cleared for public consumption::
::brushes youthful fear of authority aside...if Deanna doesn't seem worried...::
There was a virus...
Another Borg virus.
You were told of the first when you returned for the wedding. That attempt at a coup was headed by Brenna Covington...and taken care of.
However, not long after, another cropped up.
::blinks outright at that, not even trying to mask surprise::
He cut right to the point, huh?
It shouldn't have been a surprise.
Stress and love don't go well together, especially not when the source of the first endangers the target of the latter.
::clasps hands behind back again, walking to windows and taking guest's former position::
By the time anyone was alerted, he was launching a shuttle.
::peels back layers of hazy memory, trying to picture the scene...the chain of events that would have followed::
He refused to stand down.
The shuttle was equipped with the new transphasic torpedos...
::pauses, dropping hands to fold them around waist instead::
Worf ordered a volley launched, Will countered that...we hoped that Captain Picard would take a second to think about the foolishness of his actions rather than cause a fight.
We were all so accustomed to working in tandem with one another that we forgot the outside elements for a moment. While Enterprise and Titan were engaged in mock-ups, Dax ordered the Aventine to use the distraction as opportunity.
Their fire startled him. He launched a torpedo...
Titan did manage to knock it off course...right toward the cube.
It was an unholy muck-up.
::widens eyes fractionally, brain working over-time to put all of that in perspective::
::laughing would definitely be considered a sign of hysteria::
::lifts both hands, rubbing face::
Sounds like an understatement.
::holds them up in gesture of peace when a dark look flashes way, continuing with a level of calm that's self-surprising::
Did Mom have time to release the virus?
::continues frowning at him::
She apparently did.
When the battle cleared...there was something of a domino effect with the nearby Klingon and Romulan fleets...there was no evidence of Borg activity at all. When the minor cubes were scanned and boarded, they were found to be completely unoperational...and the drones dead.
::cracks knuckles impatiently after a long moment of companionable silence, indulging her game::
And the tactical cube?