Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2014 14:55:47 GMT -8
This is an Admin approved out-of-timeline thread. It takes place one day before the Jekyll and Hyde plot
Captain Etaera Lin had the presence of mind to retire to her ready room before viewing Desan’s message. It wasn’t like she didn’t trust her crew with whatever it contained, it was just that Desan had been insufferable the past month and a half. She understood how he felt better than most, for she had loved and lost so many people in her myriad lifetimes. Still, he was a detached, all-business sort of man in the best of times, and right now he was a taskmaster of unparalleled proportions. His latest orders were no deterrence from that established paradigm. “That complete, unadulterated ass.”
She prided herself on tempering her responses to situations, but ever since she had left the strictly Command side of Starfleet and been drafted to the Crusades (or whatever the official task force name was) her patience had been thinner than usual. And though she thought that her emotions were carefully concealed behind a perfectly calm facade, her crew was beginning to read her tells.
At the moment, she didn’t even try to contain her annoyance as she stalked, rather than walked, back out to her command seat.
“Sir?” her first officer asked, and Etaera noticed he kept a careful distance between himself and her. “Is everything alright?”
“What His Lordship giveths, He shall also taketh away,” she responded.
Valentini cocked his head to the side. “So we’re staying at SGE I take it?”
“I haven’t discussed that with him yet.” She had been waiting for her temper to defuse a bit. She had contacts and stature, for certain, but Desan’s far eclipsed her own. And though she was important enough to his endeavors that Desan would allow a certain amount of impudence from her, she was more than clever enough to know that now was most decidedly not the time.
“I’ll see you when you return,” Valentini said.
Etaera nodded at him, before removing her transportation device and beaming to SGE Deck 1605.
“Ah, Captain Lin. Desan told us to expect your arrival,” greeted one of the security officers guarding the beam in point.
Not wishing to unload her wrath on an innocent bystander, Lin merely nodded. The security officer step aside, allowing her to make her way to Desan’s office unattended. The door whisked open as she approached, and she raised an eyebrow. Desan, the most organized, meticulous, analytical person she’d encountered in numerous lifetimes…
...sat at his desk, surrounded by a stack of PADDs, with an innumerable amount of coffee mugs.
Lin would have been disgusted if she weren’t perfectly certain they were all today. “What do you think you’re doing?” Her tone was fortunately softened by her own concern and empathy for the man’s suffering. A month and a half Rychel had been missing, and all trails lead to nothing. The internment camp had noted her escape, and their vessel had been seen near the Badlands by an Allied Intelligence Force.
“Do you sincerely think that you can just take my ship, leave my crew stranded, and joyride around who knows where?”
Tag: @desan
October 30th, 2408
Captain Etaera Lin had the presence of mind to retire to her ready room before viewing Desan’s message. It wasn’t like she didn’t trust her crew with whatever it contained, it was just that Desan had been insufferable the past month and a half. She understood how he felt better than most, for she had loved and lost so many people in her myriad lifetimes. Still, he was a detached, all-business sort of man in the best of times, and right now he was a taskmaster of unparalleled proportions. His latest orders were no deterrence from that established paradigm. “That complete, unadulterated ass.”
She prided herself on tempering her responses to situations, but ever since she had left the strictly Command side of Starfleet and been drafted to the Crusades (or whatever the official task force name was) her patience had been thinner than usual. And though she thought that her emotions were carefully concealed behind a perfectly calm facade, her crew was beginning to read her tells.
At the moment, she didn’t even try to contain her annoyance as she stalked, rather than walked, back out to her command seat.
“Sir?” her first officer asked, and Etaera noticed he kept a careful distance between himself and her. “Is everything alright?”
“What His Lordship giveths, He shall also taketh away,” she responded.
Valentini cocked his head to the side. “So we’re staying at SGE I take it?”
“I haven’t discussed that with him yet.” She had been waiting for her temper to defuse a bit. She had contacts and stature, for certain, but Desan’s far eclipsed her own. And though she was important enough to his endeavors that Desan would allow a certain amount of impudence from her, she was more than clever enough to know that now was most decidedly not the time.
“I’ll see you when you return,” Valentini said.
Etaera nodded at him, before removing her transportation device and beaming to SGE Deck 1605.
“Ah, Captain Lin. Desan told us to expect your arrival,” greeted one of the security officers guarding the beam in point.
Not wishing to unload her wrath on an innocent bystander, Lin merely nodded. The security officer step aside, allowing her to make her way to Desan’s office unattended. The door whisked open as she approached, and she raised an eyebrow. Desan, the most organized, meticulous, analytical person she’d encountered in numerous lifetimes…
...sat at his desk, surrounded by a stack of PADDs, with an innumerable amount of coffee mugs.
Lin would have been disgusted if she weren’t perfectly certain they were all today. “What do you think you’re doing?” Her tone was fortunately softened by her own concern and empathy for the man’s suffering. A month and a half Rychel had been missing, and all trails lead to nothing. The internment camp had noted her escape, and their vessel had been seen near the Badlands by an Allied Intelligence Force.
“Do you sincerely think that you can just take my ship, leave my crew stranded, and joyride around who knows where?”
Tag: @desan