::reluctantly steps forward from position along far wall::
::injects enough force in tone to hopefully remind everyone of their dignity::
Captain...Commander. I'm pleased you could finally join us.
::motions to table, taking own seat at one end and waiting for everyone else to settle::
I don't believe introductions are necessary.
::takes another look around::
Though I must admit, a couple of the faces here aren't the ones I expected to see.
::glances down table, relieved to see that even ezritigandax
has had the good sense to straighten in a reasonable facsimile of protocol::
There have been a few last minute alterations to Titan
's senior staff roster.
::gestures to chair nearest own, where daughter maintains arm-crossed silence::
Doctor Theiss reconsidered at the last moment and decided he would prefer to remain closer to home. Fortunately, the doctor here was available.
::pretends not to see half-Betazoid's smile at hedging::
::looks the candidate up and down, suppressing a frown and trying to shake loose the niggle in back of mind::
I know I've seen that face somewhere before...::
::looks to wife as she shifts in seat, getting even more nervous at mixture of amusement and recognition on her face::
::gets reproving head shake for trouble::
::gives up for the moment, turning pointedly in direction ofTrill guest::
There's more, I presume?
::lifts brow at his barely civil tone, shuffling flexis::
::chooses to take the indirect route::
After carefully considering the length of time Titan may well be out of range and the probable dangers her crew will face, Starfleet decided that it might be wise to leave past departmental divisions untouched...specifically, keep Tactical and Security separate. Less strain on personnel, as well as built-in contingency.
::motions to placid Vulcan seated to right::
Lieutenant Asil, as you are aware, was approved for both positions. Given the change in circumstance, she has decided to accept the assignment of security officer.
::offers her a genuine smile::
She's very well qualified.
::immediately coughs in half-hearted effort at disguise, not missing the ripple of contagious amusement it causes::
::Admiral and Tuvok's daughter aren't smiling, though::
::waits for quiet snicker to fade before inclining head toward Klingon...this was his idea, he can face the music::
::sighs...heavily...before squaring shoulders and turning to address old comrade and sometimes rival::
While I was pleased...
::allows reasonable doubt to slip into tone::
...to be accepted back into Starfleet ranks, I quickly realized that I have no great desire to revisit my days in the command track.
Since I believe I would regret not participating in Titan
::looks to dee_troi
, bemused by surge of protectiveness in chest::
I have agreed to be her tactical officer.
::follows his gaze, quickly trying to reign in a long dormant burble of jealousy::
::glowers at ezritigandax
Doesn't he have enough distraction?
::takes a moment to formulate answer, reminding self that a few lingering personal issues shouldn't overshadow friendship and good service::
...thank you, Worf.
::leaves it at that, wheeling to look at ranking officer a tad more harshly::
Well, then, who the hell is my XO?
::gives self mental pat on back...a lesser Trill would have withered under such a look::
::pushes snipe about transference to back of head, lifting hand::
I think that would be me.
::wait a long, uncomfortable moment for silence to break...or renewed glare::
Well, don't look at me, I'm pissed too. I left Starfleet because they wanted to demote me and what do you know, the moment I sign back up, that's exactly what they plan to do...
::raps knuckles on chair edge, ignoring Worf's defensive stiffening::
You're here as a civilian. That would seem to indicate that Starfleet isn't prepared to force you into signing up for anything.
::hopes she takes the hint::
::skirts eyes down table to admiralparis
I thought of that. A lot, actually.
But it really all comes down to one thing, or maybe a couple.
You see, my civilian life sucks
. I'm on the run from my mother all the time, we won't even go into the Crusher cultists.
::shrugs at wesleyrcrusher
And besides...Worf is going. I'd really miss Worf. He's the only friend I have left.
And offers a mean massage.
::slowly wipes hand over face, reminding self of position...wanted or not, it demands some
::can't look at her and hope to retain it, so scans room in entirety once more, trying to sort out details::
All right. XO. Medical. Security. Tactical. Diplomatic and Counselor.
::pauses on wesleyrcrusher
, trying to peg him::
::resists urge to rub against chair back to dislodge prickle...this is worse than being a teenager::
I guess. I mean, they haven't really said.
Does everybody who takes a leave of absence and reappears years later get their ship of choice thrown at them with no actual duty determined yet and not even a psych test? Crusher cultists. Huh.
::slouches a little, imagining the motherly headslap that smugness would result in under different circumstances::
Science, yes. Lieutenant Crusher also has some credential when it comes to traveling, I believe, so he should serve as de facto advisor as well in many cases.