Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2011 15:54:51 GMT -8
The kids were in school, Kendra was at work, and Christof finally had a moment of peace. He was too tired to go find an office somewhere else, so he cherished these moments where he could work in silence. Piles of PADDs surrounded him as he sat at the desk. There were schematics of the new station, star charts, updates from Clyde, priority messages from Starfleet, all open and glowing their data onto his face in the dimly lit room.
The station appeared to be progressing just fine, with another module scheduled to arrive within the next couple of days. Already, ships were staking out their claim at the mouth of the wormhole to watch the behemoth pass into its maw. He imagined the party atmosphere on those ships, and the headache it was causing DS9.
Sliding the schematic to the side, he picked up his most recent messages. They were the usual political doubletalk, something to which Christof was becoming grudgingly accustomed. One however, stood out among the others. It was a message from his friend Crandell at Starfleet Command and it started out as a personal letter of chit-chat. However, one item glared at him, daring him to notice it.
"Heard Colton Hunter escaped. I'm sure you weren't happy to hear that news from Barlow. Think he'll come for the Talon again, or stay far away?"
Christof stared at the innocent question as his blood pressure rose. "Why haven't I been told," he shouted. The PADD sailed through the air with the a flip of his hand and clattered somewhere in the kitchen. He tapped his combadge. "Asanti to Hill. To my quarters immediately." Hill's quarters were not very far away and he was soon at the side of the Commodore. First, though, he retrieved the thrown PADD from the floor and placed it back in the stack.
"Get Liandra Barlow."
"Yessir." Hill moved away from the Commodore to give him space. He'd seen him in this mood before. After several minutes, he returned to Christof. This was not going to be easy. "She's indisposed at the moment."
"What th' hell does that mean," Christof shouted.
"They wouldn't say," Hill replied. "Let me see if I can find out."
"You do that."
Minutes later, Hill returned again. "They're not saying. It seems pretty hush-hush."
"Why am I the Commodore of Task Force 82, yet I can't get a Base Captain on the line?"
"They've recalled Hireen from SGE," Hill said. "Do you want me to get him?"
Christof waved his hand. "No no. Nevermind. It doesn't really matter." He slumped in the chair a tad.
"Perhaps a break? I could make some of your favorite-"
A beefy hand slammed onto the table. "Don't patronize me, Hill. All I want are people to keep me informed. Is that so much to ask?"
"No Sir."
"Get me some coffee, will you?"
"Yes, Sir."
As he wandered into the kitchen, Hill pulled a small PADD from his own pocket. "Christof Asanti requests your presence in his quarters," he typed. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he hit 'send' and the message made its way to the Talon's spiritual advisor.
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The station appeared to be progressing just fine, with another module scheduled to arrive within the next couple of days. Already, ships were staking out their claim at the mouth of the wormhole to watch the behemoth pass into its maw. He imagined the party atmosphere on those ships, and the headache it was causing DS9.
Sliding the schematic to the side, he picked up his most recent messages. They were the usual political doubletalk, something to which Christof was becoming grudgingly accustomed. One however, stood out among the others. It was a message from his friend Crandell at Starfleet Command and it started out as a personal letter of chit-chat. However, one item glared at him, daring him to notice it.
"Heard Colton Hunter escaped. I'm sure you weren't happy to hear that news from Barlow. Think he'll come for the Talon again, or stay far away?"
Christof stared at the innocent question as his blood pressure rose. "Why haven't I been told," he shouted. The PADD sailed through the air with the a flip of his hand and clattered somewhere in the kitchen. He tapped his combadge. "Asanti to Hill. To my quarters immediately." Hill's quarters were not very far away and he was soon at the side of the Commodore. First, though, he retrieved the thrown PADD from the floor and placed it back in the stack.
"Get Liandra Barlow."
"Yessir." Hill moved away from the Commodore to give him space. He'd seen him in this mood before. After several minutes, he returned to Christof. This was not going to be easy. "She's indisposed at the moment."
"What th' hell does that mean," Christof shouted.
"They wouldn't say," Hill replied. "Let me see if I can find out."
"You do that."
Minutes later, Hill returned again. "They're not saying. It seems pretty hush-hush."
"Why am I the Commodore of Task Force 82, yet I can't get a Base Captain on the line?"
"They've recalled Hireen from SGE," Hill said. "Do you want me to get him?"
Christof waved his hand. "No no. Nevermind. It doesn't really matter." He slumped in the chair a tad.
"Perhaps a break? I could make some of your favorite-"
A beefy hand slammed onto the table. "Don't patronize me, Hill. All I want are people to keep me informed. Is that so much to ask?"
"No Sir."
"Get me some coffee, will you?"
"Yes, Sir."
As he wandered into the kitchen, Hill pulled a small PADD from his own pocket. "Christof Asanti requests your presence in his quarters," he typed. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he hit 'send' and the message made its way to the Talon's spiritual advisor.
Tag Ludir