||[Jun. 12th, 2009|02:34 pm]
::draws to halt a few paces away from the main entrance to Starfleet's hub, cocking head to take in building...and remember last occasion for visiting::
::tamps down glare of disgusted indignation with profound effort, tugging at uniform jacket one last time before heading in::
::winces as irony of gesture strikes::
I don't see why we couldn't do this over dinner as well. God knows, I need the comfort food.
::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.
::avoids an eye roll...mainly out respect for departed best friend::
We're not even pretending assignments aren't based on personal ties anymore, are we?
::jumps at inordinately loud would you like me to quit, then?
broadcast from dee_troi
Good. What about conn and engineering?
I'm afraid your candidates for those positions haven't been approved yet. Starfleet is looking into their own choices...
You'll have your helm officer and engineer aboard for departure, Captain, don't worry.
Any time someone says that...
::spreads hand in surrender::
I trust their judgment entirely, Admiral.
::ignores funny look::
Has Dax been briefed on the specifics of the mission?
::is a bit more civil...addresses wall over his head, not entirely opposite::
I think so.
You're taking my transwarp drive and skipping off to the Delta Quadrant.
's transwarp engine was experimental and the design has been heavily modified since your day. What Titan will be carrying is far more advanced, and designed for more frequent use
otherwise there's no way in hell I'd be going to the Delta Quadrant
a pointed look::
Which is why I hope I have a qualified chief aboard.
As I said, Captain...
::taps stylus on table::
Starfleet isn't in the habit of sending it's most valued
troublesome officers out into the unknown with weak spokes in the wheel. What happens after the fact is entirely out of our hands.
::swings gaze to Trill, staring her down::
Oh, not to worry, Admiral. I'm old sea salt, remember. And I'm sure I'll pick up a little pepper along the way as well.
::clasps hands on table, putting the most profound interest in voice::
So. I get the how of the mission...I'm just a little hazy on the why.