::clears padd of own after hours research, sitting it on table beside bed::
::jostles other, slightly less mobile shoulder, putting reproof in voice despite threatening laugh::
It could be important.
Not important enough if it isn't preceded by a red alert.
::lifts face, met with an entirely disappointed look::
::groans again, a misery me one::
::clucks in mock pity...and then shoves him over side of bed::
::slides own feet to carpet after, reaching for comm panel::
It is about time.
::at erstwhile look from nearby crewman, clears throat, continuing with message::
We have received a priority communique from Starfleet Command.
::picks self up with a silent groan this time, pretending not to notice snap or wife's amusement::
Can't Dax handle it?
I thought that was supposed to be one of the benefits of having a former Captain as XO...presumably they can handle just about anything themselves...as long as it doesn't involve a life and death friendly fire scenario, at least...
::grunts to display displeasure at assumption that such a possibility would not have already been examined::
Admiral Paris specifically requested that it be forwarded to your household, Captain.
::casts immediate look of blame in companion's direction...if she hadn't gone out of her way to cultivate a relationship with the old man and his cursed family...::
Give us five to make ourselves presentable.
::glowers at panel, though it hardly functions as an adequate substitute::
The Admiral specifically said that uniforms are not a necessity. He simply wishes to speak with you at all possible speed.
::barely holds stance until screen blinks off again, letting pent up frustration loose with a gusty sigh and thigh slap::
Damn it, Deanna!
::borrows some of the thick, suffocating emotion, letting it back out through sharp speech::
Perhaps it's time we sat down and had a professional discussion about your issues with Admiral Paris...any Paris, for that matter. It's one thing to hold certain personal prejudices...irrational as they may seem...in a private forum, but when it comes down to the wire I would at least hope you might be capable of dismissing them and focusing on truly important matters.
::rubs chin, resisting urge to throw hands up and pace::
He's using this ship and crew for his own personal games. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't have ulterior motives behind this whole mission.
He's planted two of his people smack in the middle of my senior staff...his daughter!...he has you wrapped around his pinky, for God's sake.
Did you hear what he said about medical limitations? Maybe you've been missing the fact that he's crazy.
::sighs at typical deflection::
Perhaps, but even if so, that wouldn't change the fact that at the moment there are more important issues at hand than a contest of egos. The Admiral hasn't asked us to do anything we wouldn't do of our own free will were we aware of the need.
It is, as he said, a humanitarian mission.
::gives a hard look, but capitulates, unable to deny the logic of her argument::
I'll be damned if I give him the satisfaction of more innocents lost on my watch.
I'm going to go see if Wesley knows anything about the territory we could be heading to.
I leave it to you, Commander, to figure out how to get pre-plan rolling with information kept on ship and out of the ears of our CMO and Tactical officer.
Well, that will at least be more interesting than the research I was attempting to focus on.
::frowns again, considering a last word::
::just shakes head, turning to beat path to door...before sighting bare feet and blue terrycloth::
::expels another grumbling breath, detouring to closet and row of uniforms first::
::purposefully ignores muffled laughter as dee_troi
heads for her own::