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Post by Anahera Chernova on Jul 5, 2014 6:35:54 GMT
U.S.S. Deimos
Captain's Ready Room
Ana sat at her desk looking through the Service Records of her new crew.
With all the 'paper work' that came with the job, she was starting to regret her decision to accept her first Starfleet command. She'd just made it though the Senior Staff, when her door chime sounded.
"Enter." She said and awaited her latest visitor.
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Post by Irina Reese on Jul 5, 2014 17:48:18 GMT
U.S.S. Deimos
Captain's Ready Room
Ana sat at her desk looking through the Service Records of her new crew.
With all the 'paper work' that came with the job, she was starting to regret her decision to accept her first Starfleet command. She'd just made it though the Senior Staff, when her door chime sounded.
"Enter." She said and awaited her latest visitor.
Irina walked into the Ready Room, feigning as much confidence as she could in her steps, smiling lightly with her left arm tucked firmly behind her. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Irina Reese, reporting in," she chimed. Irina's eyes took their time to meet with Ana, darting around the room, filling her with positive thoughts about command positions. Her eyes then drifted slowly to the contents of the Captain's desk, and whatever envy she may have had undocked from her conscious mind and left at maximum warp. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she stated politely.
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Post by Anahera Chernova on Jul 6, 2014 0:24:46 GMT
U.S.S. Deimos
Captain's Ready Room
Ana sat at her desk looking through the Service Records of her new crew.
With all the 'paper work' that came with the job, she was starting to regret her decision to accept her first Starfleet command. She'd just made it though the Senior Staff, when her door chime sounded.
"Enter." She said and awaited her latest visitor.
Irina walked into the Ready Room, feigning as much confidence as she could in her steps, smiling lightly with her left arm tucked firmly behind her. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Irina Reese, reporting in," she chimed. Irina's eyes took their time to meet with Ana, darting around the room, filling her with positive thoughts about command positions. Her eyes then drifted slowly to the contents of the Captain's desk, and whatever envy she may have had undocked from her conscious mind and left at maximum warp. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she stated politely.
"You are, but it's okay." Ana said. "These reports, records and requisitions are driving me insane." She laughed. "Oops, perhaps I shouldn't have shared that with my Ship's Counselor."
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Post by Irina Reese on Jul 6, 2014 0:47:27 GMT
U.S.S. Deimos
Captain's Ready Room
Ana sat at her desk looking through the Service Records of her new crew.
With all the 'paper work' that came with the job, she was starting to regret her decision to accept her first Starfleet command. She'd just made it though the Senior Staff, when her door chime sounded.
"Enter." She said and awaited her latest visitor.
Irina walked into the Ready Room, feigning as much confidence as she could in her steps, smiling lightly with her left arm tucked firmly behind her. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Irina Reese, reporting in," she chimed. Irina's eyes took their time to meet with Ana, darting around the room, filling her with positive thoughts about command positions. Her eyes then drifted slowly to the contents of the Captain's desk, and whatever envy she may have had undocked from her conscious mind and left at maximum warp. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she stated politely.
"You are, but it's okay." Ana said. "These reports, records and requisitions are driving me insane." She laughed. "Oops, perhaps I shouldn't have shared that with my Ship's Counselor."
Irina relaxed somewhat, nodding and smiling as Ana's laugh had disarmed her. She approached Ana, her right arm extended over Ana's desk in a friendly manner gesturing for a quick shake. "I think a reasonable amount of insanity is to be expected from any Starfleet officer, ma'am—myself included."
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Post by Anahera Chernova on Jul 6, 2014 1:10:44 GMT
U.S.S. Deimos
Captain's Ready Room
Ana sat at her desk looking through the Service Records of her new crew.
With all the 'paper work' that came with the job, she was starting to regret her decision to accept her first Starfleet command. She'd just made it though the Senior Staff, when her door chime sounded.
"Enter." She said and awaited her latest visitor.
Irina walked into the Ready Room, feigning as much confidence as she could in her steps, smiling lightly with her left arm tucked firmly behind her. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Irina Reese, reporting in," she chimed. Irina's eyes took their time to meet with Ana, darting around the room, filling her with positive thoughts about command positions. Her eyes then drifted slowly to the contents of the Captain's desk, and whatever envy she may have had undocked from her conscious mind and left at maximum warp. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she stated politely.
"You are, but it's okay." Ana said. "These reports, records and requisitions are driving me insane." She laughed. "Oops, perhaps I shouldn't have shared that with my Ship's Counselor."
Irina relaxed somewhat, nodding and smiling as Ana's laugh had disarmed her. She approached Ana, her right arm extended over Ana's desk in a friendly manner gesturing for a quick shake. "I think a reasonable amount of insanity is to be expected from any Starfleet officer, ma'am—myself included."
"I guess you're right." Ana said taking Irina's offered hand and shaking it. Letting go, she added. "Please take a seat." Indicating the chairs in front of her desk.
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Post by Irina Reese on Jul 6, 2014 2:11:06 GMT
U.S.S. Deimos
Captain's Ready Room
Ana sat at her desk looking through the Service Records of her new crew.
With all the 'paper work' that came with the job, she was starting to regret her decision to accept her first Starfleet command. She'd just made it though the Senior Staff, when her door chime sounded.
"Enter." She said and awaited her latest visitor.
Irina walked into the Ready Room, feigning as much confidence as she could in her steps, smiling lightly with her left arm tucked firmly behind her. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Irina Reese, reporting in," she chimed. Irina's eyes took their time to meet with Ana, darting around the room, filling her with positive thoughts about command positions. Her eyes then drifted slowly to the contents of the Captain's desk, and whatever envy she may have had undocked from her conscious mind and left at maximum warp. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she stated politely.
"You are, but it's okay." Ana said. "These reports, records and requisitions are driving me insane." She laughed. "Oops, perhaps I shouldn't have shared that with my Ship's Counselor."
Irina relaxed somewhat, nodding and smiling as Ana's laugh had disarmed her. She approached Ana, her right arm extended over Ana's desk in a friendly manner gesturing for a quick shake. "I think a reasonable amount of insanity is to be expected from any Starfleet officer, ma'am—myself included."
"I guess you're right." Ana said taking Irina's offered hand and shaking it. Letting go, she added. "Please take a seat." Indicating the chairs in front of her desk.
Settling onto the nearest chair, Irina leaned back, her hands neatly folded upon her lap. She stared blankly at Ana, the gentle smile replaced with a neutral look as she moved her right hand upon the chair's arm and perched her head upon a closed fist, adopting a bit of assertiveness. She knew she was about to bend around protocol a bit, but the gamble was always the fun part. "Hard to get a read on you, captain, but I suspect not much into the small talk. Is there anything you'd like to tell me before you grant me permission to speak candidly?"
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Post by Anahera Chernova on Jul 6, 2014 2:45:16 GMT
U.S.S. Deimos
Captain's Ready Room
Ana sat at her desk looking through the Service Records of her new crew.
With all the 'paper work' that came with the job, she was starting to regret her decision to accept her first Starfleet command. She'd just made it though the Senior Staff, when her door chime sounded.
"Enter." She said and awaited her latest visitor.
Irina walked into the Ready Room, feigning as much confidence as she could in her steps, smiling lightly with her left arm tucked firmly behind her. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Irina Reese, reporting in," she chimed. Irina's eyes took their time to meet with Ana, darting around the room, filling her with positive thoughts about command positions. Her eyes then drifted slowly to the contents of the Captain's desk, and whatever envy she may have had undocked from her conscious mind and left at maximum warp. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she stated politely.
"You are, but it's okay." Ana said. "These reports, records and requisitions are driving me insane." She laughed. "Oops, perhaps I shouldn't have shared that with my Ship's Counselor."
Irina relaxed somewhat, nodding and smiling as Ana's laugh had disarmed her. She approached Ana, her right arm extended over Ana's desk in a friendly manner gesturing for a quick shake. "I think a reasonable amount of insanity is to be expected from any Starfleet officer, ma'am—myself included."
"I guess you're right." Ana said taking Irina's offered hand and shaking it. Letting go, she added. "Please take a seat." Indicating the chairs in front of her desk.
Settling onto the nearest chair, Irina leaned back, her hands neatly folded upon her lap. She stared blankly at Ana, the gentle smile replaced with a neutral look as she moved her right hand upon the chair's arm and perched her head upon a closed fist, adopting a bit of assertiveness. She knew she was about to bend around protocol a bit, but the gamble was always the fun part. "Hard to get a read on you, captain, but I suspect not much into the small talk. Is there anything you'd like to tell me before you grant me permission to speak candidly?"
'She's playing games.' She thought. 'Good I like games.' "Reese, now that name sounds familiar." She clicked her fingers as if she'd just remembered. "That's it I knew a Reese once, cunning bastard, I think his name was Dan, we called him 'Red' any relation?" She paused for a moment her expression changed and then she said. "I throw him off the Empire State Building with 6 inch blade in his chest." She smiled again. "How's that for small talk?"
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Post by Irina Reese on Jul 6, 2014 4:03:23 GMT
U.S.S. Deimos
Captain's Ready Room
Ana sat at her desk looking through the Service Records of her new crew.
With all the 'paper work' that came with the job, she was starting to regret her decision to accept her first Starfleet command. She'd just made it though the Senior Staff, when her door chime sounded.
"Enter." She said and awaited her latest visitor.
Irina walked into the Ready Room, feigning as much confidence as she could in her steps, smiling lightly with her left arm tucked firmly behind her. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Irina Reese, reporting in," she chimed. Irina's eyes took their time to meet with Ana, darting around the room, filling her with positive thoughts about command positions. Her eyes then drifted slowly to the contents of the Captain's desk, and whatever envy she may have had undocked from her conscious mind and left at maximum warp. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she stated politely.
"You are, but it's okay." Ana said. "These reports, records and requisitions are driving me insane." She laughed. "Oops, perhaps I shouldn't have shared that with my Ship's Counselor."
Irina relaxed somewhat, nodding and smiling as Ana's laugh had disarmed her. She approached Ana, her right arm extended over Ana's desk in a friendly manner gesturing for a quick shake. "I think a reasonable amount of insanity is to be expected from any Starfleet officer, ma'am—myself included."
"I guess you're right." Ana said taking Irina's offered hand and shaking it. Letting go, she added. "Please take a seat." Indicating the chairs in front of her desk.
Settling onto the nearest chair, Irina leaned back, her hands neatly folded upon her lap. She stared blankly at Ana, the gentle smile replaced with a neutral look as she moved her right hand upon the chair's arm and perched her head upon a closed fist, adopting a bit of assertiveness. She knew she was about to bend around protocol a bit, but the gamble was always the fun part. "Hard to get a read on you, captain, but I suspect not much into the small talk. Is there anything you'd like to tell me before you grant me permission to speak candidly?"
'She's playing games.' She thought. 'Good I like games.' "Reese, now that name sounds familiar." She clicked her fingers as if she'd just remembered. "That's it I knew a Reese once, cunning bastard, I think his name was Dan, we called him 'Red' any relation?" She paused for a moment her expression changed and then she said. "I throw him off the Empire State Building with 6 inch blade in his chest." She smiled again. "How's that for small talk?"
A certain rise began in Irina's chest, tempered by the coolness of the air entering her lungs. "Not bad, but hardly an interesting story . . . ma'am. I mean, I'm sure that would've intimidated some of the less seasoned crewman, but I know how you long-lived folk like to pull one over us younger folk. Stories of cold murder before I was a gleam in my father's eye? That stirs me about as much as a fairy tale told by a stammering toddler." Irina leaned forward, her eyes like compass needles pointed true north. "You see, I've been mingling with the crewman, listening to what they know about the mission and this . . . "light scout ship". Something doesn't add up, and quite frankly if I were you I would've held those personnel PADDs as close to my chest as a I would cards at a poker game. Ma'am."
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Post by Anahera Chernova on Jul 6, 2014 5:02:02 GMT
U.S.S. Deimos
Captain's Ready Room
Ana sat at her desk looking through the Service Records of her new crew.
With all the 'paper work' that came with the job, she was starting to regret her decision to accept her first Starfleet command. She'd just made it though the Senior Staff, when her door chime sounded.
"Enter." She said and awaited her latest visitor.
Irina walked into the Ready Room, feigning as much confidence as she could in her steps, smiling lightly with her left arm tucked firmly behind her. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Irina Reese, reporting in," she chimed. Irina's eyes took their time to meet with Ana, darting around the room, filling her with positive thoughts about command positions. Her eyes then drifted slowly to the contents of the Captain's desk, and whatever envy she may have had undocked from her conscious mind and left at maximum warp. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she stated politely.
"You are, but it's okay." Ana said. "These reports, records and requisitions are driving me insane." She laughed. "Oops, perhaps I shouldn't have shared that with my Ship's Counselor."
Irina relaxed somewhat, nodding and smiling as Ana's laugh had disarmed her. She approached Ana, her right arm extended over Ana's desk in a friendly manner gesturing for a quick shake. "I think a reasonable amount of insanity is to be expected from any Starfleet officer, ma'am—myself included."
"I guess you're right." Ana said taking Irina's offered hand and shaking it. Letting go, she added. "Please take a seat." Indicating the chairs in front of her desk.
Settling onto the nearest chair, Irina leaned back, her hands neatly folded upon her lap. She stared blankly at Ana, the gentle smile replaced with a neutral look as she moved her right hand upon the chair's arm and perched her head upon a closed fist, adopting a bit of assertiveness. She knew she was about to bend around protocol a bit, but the gamble was always the fun part. "Hard to get a read on you, captain, but I suspect not much into the small talk. Is there anything you'd like to tell me before you grant me permission to speak candidly?"
'She's playing games.' She thought. 'Good I like games.' "Reese, now that name sounds familiar." She clicked her fingers as if she'd just remembered. "That's it I knew a Reese once, cunning bastard, I think his name was Dan, we called him 'Red' any relation?" She paused for a moment her expression changed and then she said. "I throw him off the Empire State Building with 6 inch blade in his chest." She smiled again. "How's that for small talk?"
A certain rise began in Irina's chest, tempered by the coolness of the air entering her lungs. "Not bad, but hardly an interesting story . . . ma'am. I mean, I'm sure that would've intimidated some of the less seasoned crewman, but I know how you long-lived folk like to pull one over us younger folk. Stories of cold murder before I was a gleam in my father's eye? That stirs me about as much as a fairy tale told by a stammering toddler." Irina leaned forward, her eyes like compass needles pointed true north. "You see, I've been mingling with the crewman, listening to what they know about the mission and this . . . "light scout ship". Something doesn't add up, and quite frankly if I were you I would've held those personnel PADDs as close to my chest as a I would cards at a poker game. Ma'am."
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Hamlet Act 3, scene 2, line 230. One of my favourites." Ana said with a smile. "And it's not wise to listen to scuttlebutt, Lieutenant. I remember an ensign on the Barnsley tried to convince me that the Federation President was reptilian alien in an Andorian flesh suit,when I for sure, she's an android." She laughed. "The real Kellessar zh'Tarash is...we'll that's need to know. Speaking of which, you'll learn about our mission at the Senior Staff Briefing, like everyone else."
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Post by Irina Reese on Jul 6, 2014 5:37:35 GMT
U.S.S. Deimos
Captain's Ready Room
Ana sat at her desk looking through the Service Records of her new crew.
With all the 'paper work' that came with the job, she was starting to regret her decision to accept her first Starfleet command. She'd just made it though the Senior Staff, when her door chime sounded.
"Enter." She said and awaited her latest visitor.
Irina walked into the Ready Room, feigning as much confidence as she could in her steps, smiling lightly with her left arm tucked firmly behind her. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Irina Reese, reporting in," she chimed. Irina's eyes took their time to meet with Ana, darting around the room, filling her with positive thoughts about command positions. Her eyes then drifted slowly to the contents of the Captain's desk, and whatever envy she may have had undocked from her conscious mind and left at maximum warp. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she stated politely.
"You are, but it's okay." Ana said. "These reports, records and requisitions are driving me insane." She laughed. "Oops, perhaps I shouldn't have shared that with my Ship's Counselor."
Irina relaxed somewhat, nodding and smiling as Ana's laugh had disarmed her. She approached Ana, her right arm extended over Ana's desk in a friendly manner gesturing for a quick shake. "I think a reasonable amount of insanity is to be expected from any Starfleet officer, ma'am—myself included."
"I guess you're right." Ana said taking Irina's offered hand and shaking it. Letting go, she added. "Please take a seat." Indicating the chairs in front of her desk.
Settling onto the nearest chair, Irina leaned back, her hands neatly folded upon her lap. She stared blankly at Ana, the gentle smile replaced with a neutral look as she moved her right hand upon the chair's arm and perched her head upon a closed fist, adopting a bit of assertiveness. She knew she was about to bend around protocol a bit, but the gamble was always the fun part. "Hard to get a read on you, captain, but I suspect not much into the small talk. Is there anything you'd like to tell me before you grant me permission to speak candidly?"
'She's playing games.' She thought. 'Good I like games.' "Reese, now that name sounds familiar." She clicked her fingers as if she'd just remembered. "That's it I knew a Reese once, cunning bastard, I think his name was Dan, we called him 'Red' any relation?" She paused for a moment her expression changed and then she said. "I throw him off the Empire State Building with 6 inch blade in his chest." She smiled again. "How's that for small talk?"
A certain rise began in Irina's chest, tempered by the coolness of the air entering her lungs. "Not bad, but hardly an interesting story . . . ma'am. I mean, I'm sure that would've intimidated some of the less seasoned crewman, but I know how you long-lived folk like to pull one over us younger folk. Stories of cold murder before I was a gleam in my father's eye? That stirs me about as much as a fairy tale told by a stammering toddler." Irina leaned forward, her eyes like compass needles pointed true north. "You see, I've been mingling with the crewman, listening to what they know about the mission and this . . . 'light scout ship.' Something doesn't add up, and quite frankly if I were you I would've held those personnel PADDs as close to my chest as a I would cards at a poker game. Ma'am."
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Hamlet Act 3, scene 2, line 230. One of my favourites." Ana said with a smile. "And it's not wise to listen to scuttlebutt, Lieutenant. I remember an ensign on the Barnsley tried to convince me that the Federation President was reptilian alien in an Andorian flesh suit,when I for sure, she's an android." She laughed. "The real Kellessar zh'Tarash is...we'll that's need to know. Speaking of which, you'll learn about our mission at the Senior Staff Briefing, like everyone else."
"Captain—I can tell riffraff from rumor from hypothesis, otherwise I'd be severely underarmed in this profession." Irina leaned in further, her peridot eyes ever more apparent. "I've heard the science crewman talk about the cloaking device, only one other Federation vessel has ever requisitioned one and that hasn't been since the Dominion War. The engineering ensigns talk about the ablative armor—literally decades ahead of its time. The tactical teams speak of the massive torpedo spread which rivals Galaxy-class cruisers. All for one scout ship, and yet what puzzles me most isn't the technology or the armaments—why have the counselor? Counselors are usually assigned to starships with several hundred to a thousand crewman who bring civilians along for the ride, yet Steamrunner-class vessels at most have 200. Captain, I don't care what the mission is. My question is . . . why me?"
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Post by Anahera Chernova on Jul 6, 2014 8:14:12 GMT
U.S.S. Deimos
Captain's Ready Room
Ana sat at her desk looking through the Service Records of her new crew.
With all the 'paper work' that came with the job, she was starting to regret her decision to accept her first Starfleet command. She'd just made it though the Senior Staff, when her door chime sounded.
"Enter." She said and awaited her latest visitor.
Irina walked into the Ready Room, feigning as much confidence as she could in her steps, smiling lightly with her left arm tucked firmly behind her. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Irina Reese, reporting in," she chimed. Irina's eyes took their time to meet with Ana, darting around the room, filling her with positive thoughts about command positions. Her eyes then drifted slowly to the contents of the Captain's desk, and whatever envy she may have had undocked from her conscious mind and left at maximum warp. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she stated politely.
"You are, but it's okay." Ana said. "These reports, records and requisitions are driving me insane." She laughed. "Oops, perhaps I shouldn't have shared that with my Ship's Counselor."
Irina relaxed somewhat, nodding and smiling as Ana's laugh had disarmed her. She approached Ana, her right arm extended over Ana's desk in a friendly manner gesturing for a quick shake. "I think a reasonable amount of insanity is to be expected from any Starfleet officer, ma'am—myself included."
"I guess you're right." Ana said taking Irina's offered hand and shaking it. Letting go, she added. "Please take a seat." Indicating the chairs in front of her desk.
Settling onto the nearest chair, Irina leaned back, her hands neatly folded upon her lap. She stared blankly at Ana, the gentle smile replaced with a neutral look as she moved her right hand upon the chair's arm and perched her head upon a closed fist, adopting a bit of assertiveness. She knew she was about to bend around protocol a bit, but the gamble was always the fun part. "Hard to get a read on you, captain, but I suspect not much into the small talk. Is there anything you'd like to tell me before you grant me permission to speak candidly?"
'She's playing games.' She thought. 'Good I like games.' "Reese, now that name sounds familiar." She clicked her fingers as if she'd just remembered. "That's it I knew a Reese once, cunning bastard, I think his name was Dan, we called him 'Red' any relation?" She paused for a moment her expression changed and then she said. "I throw him off the Empire State Building with 6 inch blade in his chest." She smiled again. "How's that for small talk?"
A certain rise began in Irina's chest, tempered by the coolness of the air entering her lungs. "Not bad, but hardly an interesting story . . . ma'am. I mean, I'm sure that would've intimidated some of the less seasoned crewman, but I know how you long-lived folk like to pull one over us younger folk. Stories of cold murder before I was a gleam in my father's eye? That stirs me about as much as a fairy tale told by a stammering toddler." Irina leaned forward, her eyes like compass needles pointed true north. "You see, I've been mingling with the crewman, listening to what they know about the mission and this . . . 'light scout ship.' Something doesn't add up, and quite frankly if I were you I would've held those personnel PADDs as close to my chest as a I would cards at a poker game. Ma'am."
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Hamlet Act 3, scene 2, line 230. One of my favourites." Ana said with a smile. "And it's not wise to listen to scuttlebutt, Lieutenant. I remember an ensign on the Barnsley tried to convince me that the Federation President was reptilian alien in an Andorian flesh suit,when I for sure, she's an android." She laughed. "The real Kellessar zh'Tarash is...we'll that's need to know. Speaking of which, you'll learn about our mission at the Senior Staff Briefing, like everyone else."
"Captain—I can tell riffraff from rumor from hypothesis, otherwise I'd be severely underarmed in this profession." Irina leaned in further, her peridot eyes ever more apparent. "I've heard the science crewman talk about the cloaking device, only one other Federation vessel has ever requisitioned one and that hasn't been since the Dominion War. The engineering ensigns talk about the ablative armor—literally decades ahead of its time. The tactical teams speak of the massive torpedo spread which rivals Galaxy-class cruisers. All for one scout ship, and yet what puzzles me most isn't the technology or the armaments—why have the counselor? Counselors are usually assigned to starships with several hundred to a thousand crewman who bring civilians along for the ride, yet Steamrunner-class vessels at most have 200. Captain, I don't care what the mission is. My question is . . . why me?"
"To tell you the truth, for such a small crew we seem to have a disproportionate number of crew members in need of your kind of professional help. Our XO is a refugee and was one among her own people, a Security Chief who was thrown out of Starfleet and forced to become a mercenary because she disobeyed an order that would have cost a fellow crew member his life. A CMO and his husband had the last starship the served on disintegrate around them, were accused of causing it and now can't talk with anyone about it because the mission was top secret. Our acting Chief Engineer is a liberated Borg drone that had no childhood. The Bajoran Boatswain who grow up during the Occupation and watched everyone she loved butchered at the hands of the Cardassians. The CO who watched her father drink himself to death after her mother left, who was raped and tortured by pirates, who's killed more people than you've had hot meals and who's husband, son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter were all taken from her in a single day. Need I go on?"
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Post by Irina Reese on Jul 6, 2014 17:13:06 GMT
U.S.S. Deimos
Captain's Ready Room
Ana sat at her desk looking through the Service Records of her new crew.
With all the 'paper work' that came with the job, she was starting to regret her decision to accept her first Starfleet command. She'd just made it though the Senior Staff, when her door chime sounded.
"Enter." She said and awaited her latest visitor.
Irina walked into the Ready Room, feigning as much confidence as she could in her steps, smiling lightly with her left arm tucked firmly behind her. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Irina Reese, reporting in," she chimed. Irina's eyes took their time to meet with Ana, darting around the room, filling her with positive thoughts about command positions. Her eyes then drifted slowly to the contents of the Captain's desk, and whatever envy she may have had undocked from her conscious mind and left at maximum warp. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she stated politely.
"You are, but it's okay." Ana said. "These reports, records and requisitions are driving me insane." She laughed. "Oops, perhaps I shouldn't have shared that with my Ship's Counselor."
Irina relaxed somewhat, nodding and smiling as Ana's laugh had disarmed her. She approached Ana, her right arm extended over Ana's desk in a friendly manner gesturing for a quick shake. "I think a reasonable amount of insanity is to be expected from any Starfleet officer, ma'am—myself included."
"I guess you're right." Ana said taking Irina's offered hand and shaking it. Letting go, she added. "Please take a seat." Indicating the chairs in front of her desk.
Settling onto the nearest chair, Irina leaned back, her hands neatly folded upon her lap. She stared blankly at Ana, the gentle smile replaced with a neutral look as she moved her right hand upon the chair's arm and perched her head upon a closed fist, adopting a bit of assertiveness. She knew she was about to bend around protocol a bit, but the gamble was always the fun part. "Hard to get a read on you, captain, but I suspect not much into the small talk. Is there anything you'd like to tell me before you grant me permission to speak candidly?"
'She's playing games.' She thought. 'Good I like games.' "Reese, now that name sounds familiar." She clicked her fingers as if she'd just remembered. "That's it I knew a Reese once, cunning bastard, I think his name was Dan, we called him 'Red' any relation?" She paused for a moment her expression changed and then she said. "I throw him off the Empire State Building with 6 inch blade in his chest." She smiled again. "How's that for small talk?"
A certain rise began in Irina's chest, tempered by the coolness of the air entering her lungs. "Not bad, but hardly an interesting story . . . ma'am. I mean, I'm sure that would've intimidated some of the less seasoned crewman, but I know how you long-lived folk like to pull one over us younger folk. Stories of cold murder before I was a gleam in my father's eye? That stirs me about as much as a fairy tale told by a stammering toddler." Irina leaned forward, her eyes like compass needles pointed true north. "You see, I've been mingling with the crewman, listening to what they know about the mission and this . . . 'light scout ship.' Something doesn't add up, and quite frankly if I were you I would've held those personnel PADDs as close to my chest as a I would cards at a poker game. Ma'am."
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Hamlet Act 3, scene 2, line 230. One of my favourites." Ana said with a smile. "And it's not wise to listen to scuttlebutt, Lieutenant. I remember an ensign on the Barnsley tried to convince me that the Federation President was reptilian alien in an Andorian flesh suit,when I for sure, she's an android." She laughed. "The real Kellessar zh'Tarash is...we'll that's need to know. Speaking of which, you'll learn about our mission at the Senior Staff Briefing, like everyone else."
"Captain—I can tell riffraff from rumor from hypothesis, otherwise I'd be severely underarmed in this profession." Irina leaned in further, her peridot eyes ever more apparent. "I've heard the science crewman talk about the cloaking device, only one other Federation vessel has ever requisitioned one and that hasn't been since the Dominion War. The engineering ensigns talk about the ablative armor—literally decades ahead of its time. The tactical teams speak of the massive torpedo spread which rivals Galaxy-class cruisers. All for one scout ship, and yet what puzzles me most isn't the technology or the armaments—why have the counselor? Counselors are usually assigned to starships with several hundred to a thousand crewman who bring civilians along for the ride, yet Steamrunner-class vessels at most have 200. Captain, I don't care what the mission is. My question is . . . why me?"
"To tell you the truth, for such a small crew we seem to have a disproportionate number of crew members in need of your kind of professional help. Our XO is a refugee and was one among her own people, a Security Chief who was thrown out of Starfleet and forced to become a mercenary because she disobeyed an order that would have cost a fellow crew member his life. A CMO and his husband had the last starship the served on disintegrate around them, were accused of causing it and now can't talk with anyone about it because the mission was top secret. Our acting Chief Engineer is a liberated Borg drone that had no childhood. The Bajoran Boatswain who grow up during the Occupation and watched everyone she loved butchered at the hands of the Cardassians. The CO who watched her father drink himself to death after her mother left, who was raped and tortured by pirates, who's killed more people than you've had hot meals and who's husband, son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter were all taken from her in a single day. Need I go on?"
Irina sat back, biting her lip. "Well . . . yeah you could go on, but I already sound like a jerk!" She paused momentarily, examining Ana's face and adjusting her own. "Well, it seems you have a bleeding edge ship run by a broken crew, and while I don't know the exact mission parameters, all I'm feeling and listening to from the crewman suggests some form of 'death wish.' When I walked onto this boat, I thought I was going to be a 'third nacelle,' but it appears you have your work cut out for you and then some. I was pretty content 'studying the gambling habits of the tourists of Risa,' but I find myself become more glad I got this assignment; if not for all the work I'm going to do helping keep things together on this ship, but for the fact that I'm finally going to have a reasonably good opponent at 5-card draw."
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Post by Anahera Chernova on Jul 7, 2014 14:45:56 GMT
U.S.S. Deimos
Captain's Ready Room
Ana sat at her desk looking through the Service Records of her new crew.
With all the 'paper work' that came with the job, she was starting to regret her decision to accept her first Starfleet command. She'd just made it though the Senior Staff, when her door chime sounded.
"Enter." She said and awaited her latest visitor.
Irina walked into the Ready Room, feigning as much confidence as she could in her steps, smiling lightly with her left arm tucked firmly behind her. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Irina Reese, reporting in," she chimed. Irina's eyes took their time to meet with Ana, darting around the room, filling her with positive thoughts about command positions. Her eyes then drifted slowly to the contents of the Captain's desk, and whatever envy she may have had undocked from her conscious mind and left at maximum warp. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she stated politely.
"You are, but it's okay." Ana said. "These reports, records and requisitions are driving me insane." She laughed. "Oops, perhaps I shouldn't have shared that with my Ship's Counselor."
Irina relaxed somewhat, nodding and smiling as Ana's laugh had disarmed her. She approached Ana, her right arm extended over Ana's desk in a friendly manner gesturing for a quick shake. "I think a reasonable amount of insanity is to be expected from any Starfleet officer, ma'am—myself included."
"I guess you're right." Ana said taking Irina's offered hand and shaking it. Letting go, she added. "Please take a seat." Indicating the chairs in front of her desk.
Settling onto the nearest chair, Irina leaned back, her hands neatly folded upon her lap. She stared blankly at Ana, the gentle smile replaced with a neutral look as she moved her right hand upon the chair's arm and perched her head upon a closed fist, adopting a bit of assertiveness. She knew she was about to bend around protocol a bit, but the gamble was always the fun part. "Hard to get a read on you, captain, but I suspect not much into the small talk. Is there anything you'd like to tell me before you grant me permission to speak candidly?"
'She's playing games.' She thought. 'Good I like games.' "Reese, now that name sounds familiar." She clicked her fingers as if she'd just remembered. "That's it I knew a Reese once, cunning bastard, I think his name was Dan, we called him 'Red' any relation?" She paused for a moment her expression changed and then she said. "I throw him off the Empire State Building with 6 inch blade in his chest." She smiled again. "How's that for small talk?"
A certain rise began in Irina's chest, tempered by the coolness of the air entering her lungs. "Not bad, but hardly an interesting story . . . ma'am. I mean, I'm sure that would've intimidated some of the less seasoned crewman, but I know how you long-lived folk like to pull one over us younger folk. Stories of cold murder before I was a gleam in my father's eye? That stirs me about as much as a fairy tale told by a stammering toddler." Irina leaned forward, her eyes like compass needles pointed true north. "You see, I've been mingling with the crewman, listening to what they know about the mission and this . . . 'light scout ship.' Something doesn't add up, and quite frankly if I were you I would've held those personnel PADDs as close to my chest as a I would cards at a poker game. Ma'am."
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Hamlet Act 3, scene 2, line 230. One of my favourites." Ana said with a smile. "And it's not wise to listen to scuttlebutt, Lieutenant. I remember an ensign on the Barnsley tried to convince me that the Federation President was reptilian alien in an Andorian flesh suit,when I for sure, she's an android." She laughed. "The real Kellessar zh'Tarash is...we'll that's need to know. Speaking of which, you'll learn about our mission at the Senior Staff Briefing, like everyone else."
"Captain—I can tell riffraff from rumor from hypothesis, otherwise I'd be severely underarmed in this profession." Irina leaned in further, her peridot eyes ever more apparent. "I've heard the science crewman talk about the cloaking device, only one other Federation vessel has ever requisitioned one and that hasn't been since the Dominion War. The engineering ensigns talk about the ablative armor—literally decades ahead of its time. The tactical teams speak of the massive torpedo spread which rivals Galaxy-class cruisers. All for one scout ship, and yet what puzzles me most isn't the technology or the armaments—why have the counselor? Counselors are usually assigned to starships with several hundred to a thousand crewman who bring civilians along for the ride, yet Steamrunner-class vessels at most have 200. Captain, I don't care what the mission is. My question is . . . why me?"
"To tell you the truth, for such a small crew we seem to have a disproportionate number of crew members in need of your kind of professional help. Our XO is a refugee and was one among her own people, a Security Chief who was thrown out of Starfleet and forced to become a mercenary because she disobeyed an order that would have cost a fellow crew member his life. A CMO and his husband had the last starship the served on disintegrate around them, were accused of causing it and now can't talk with anyone about it because the mission was top secret. Our acting Chief Engineer is a liberated Borg drone that had no childhood. The Bajoran Gunner's Mate who grow up during the Occupation and watched everyone she loved butchered at the hands of the Cardassians. The CO who watched her father drink himself to death after her mother left, who was raped and tortured by pirates, who's killed more people than you've had hot meals and who's husband, son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter were all taken from her in a single day. Need I go on?"
Irina sat back, biting her lip. "Well . . . yeah you could go on, but I already sound like a jerk!" She paused momentarily, examining Ana's face and adjusting her own. "Well, it seems you have a bleeding edge ship run by a broken crew, and while I don't know the exact mission parameters, all I'm feeling and listening to from the crewman suggests some form of 'death wish.' When I walked onto this boat, I thought I was going to be a 'third nacelle,' but it appears you have your work cut out for you and then some. I was pretty content 'studying the gambling habits of the tourists of Risa,' but I find myself become more glad I got this assignment; if not for all the work I'm going to do helping keep things together on this ship, but for the fact that I'm finally going to have a reasonably good opponent at 5-card draw."
"Risa can be fun, but trust me all that sun, sea and sand can get boring after a while." Ana smiled. "As for poker, it will be fun to have new opponent, my sister, Reena, the Bajoran, I spoke of earlier, tends to cheat, badly."
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Post by Irina Reese on Jul 7, 2014 23:41:20 GMT
U.S.S. Deimos
Captain's Ready Room
Ana sat at her desk looking through the Service Records of her new crew.
With all the 'paper work' that came with the job, she was starting to regret her decision to accept her first Starfleet command. She'd just made it though the Senior Staff, when her door chime sounded.
"Enter." She said and awaited her latest visitor.
Irina walked into the Ready Room, feigning as much confidence as she could in her steps, smiling lightly with her left arm tucked firmly behind her. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Irina Reese, reporting in," she chimed. Irina's eyes took their time to meet with Ana, darting around the room, filling her with positive thoughts about command positions. Her eyes then drifted slowly to the contents of the Captain's desk, and whatever envy she may have had undocked from her conscious mind and left at maximum warp. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she stated politely.
"You are, but it's okay." Ana said. "These reports, records and requisitions are driving me insane." She laughed. "Oops, perhaps I shouldn't have shared that with my Ship's Counselor."
Irina relaxed somewhat, nodding and smiling as Ana's laugh had disarmed her. She approached Ana, her right arm extended over Ana's desk in a friendly manner gesturing for a quick shake. "I think a reasonable amount of insanity is to be expected from any Starfleet officer, ma'am—myself included."
"I guess you're right." Ana said taking Irina's offered hand and shaking it. Letting go, she added. "Please take a seat." Indicating the chairs in front of her desk.
Settling onto the nearest chair, Irina leaned back, her hands neatly folded upon her lap. She stared blankly at Ana, the gentle smile replaced with a neutral look as she moved her right hand upon the chair's arm and perched her head upon a closed fist, adopting a bit of assertiveness. She knew she was about to bend around protocol a bit, but the gamble was always the fun part. "Hard to get a read on you, captain, but I suspect not much into the small talk. Is there anything you'd like to tell me before you grant me permission to speak candidly?"
'She's playing games.' She thought. 'Good I like games.' "Reese, now that name sounds familiar." She clicked her fingers as if she'd just remembered. "That's it I knew a Reese once, cunning bastard, I think his name was Dan, we called him 'Red' any relation?" She paused for a moment her expression changed and then she said. "I throw him off the Empire State Building with 6 inch blade in his chest." She smiled again. "How's that for small talk?"
A certain rise began in Irina's chest, tempered by the coolness of the air entering her lungs. "Not bad, but hardly an interesting story . . . ma'am. I mean, I'm sure that would've intimidated some of the less seasoned crewman, but I know how you long-lived folk like to pull one over us younger folk. Stories of cold murder before I was a gleam in my father's eye? That stirs me about as much as a fairy tale told by a stammering toddler." Irina leaned forward, her eyes like compass needles pointed true north. "You see, I've been mingling with the crewman, listening to what they know about the mission and this . . . 'light scout ship.' Something doesn't add up, and quite frankly if I were you I would've held those personnel PADDs as close to my chest as a I would cards at a poker game. Ma'am."
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Hamlet Act 3, scene 2, line 230. One of my favourites." Ana said with a smile. "And it's not wise to listen to scuttlebutt, Lieutenant. I remember an ensign on the Barnsley tried to convince me that the Federation President was reptilian alien in an Andorian flesh suit,when I for sure, she's an android." She laughed. "The real Kellessar zh'Tarash is...we'll that's need to know. Speaking of which, you'll learn about our mission at the Senior Staff Briefing, like everyone else."
"Captain—I can tell riffraff from rumor from hypothesis, otherwise I'd be severely underarmed in this profession." Irina leaned in further, her peridot eyes ever more apparent. "I've heard the science crewman talk about the cloaking device, only one other Federation vessel has ever requisitioned one and that hasn't been since the Dominion War. The engineering ensigns talk about the ablative armor—literally decades ahead of its time. The tactical teams speak of the massive torpedo spread which rivals Galaxy-class cruisers. All for one scout ship, and yet what puzzles me most isn't the technology or the armaments—why have the counselor? Counselors are usually assigned to starships with several hundred to a thousand crewman who bring civilians along for the ride, yet Steamrunner-class vessels at most have 200. Captain, I don't care what the mission is. My question is . . . why me?"
"To tell you the truth, for such a small crew we seem to have a disproportionate number of crew members in need of your kind of professional help. Our XO is a refugee and was one among her own people, a Security Chief who was thrown out of Starfleet and forced to become a mercenary because she disobeyed an order that would have cost a fellow crew member his life. A CMO and his husband had the last starship the served on disintegrate around them, were accused of causing it and now can't talk with anyone about it because the mission was top secret. Our acting Chief Engineer is a liberated Borg drone that had no childhood. The Bajoran Gunner's Mate who grow up during the Occupation and watched everyone she loved butchered at the hands of the Cardassians. The CO who watched her father drink himself to death after her mother left, who was raped and tortured by pirates, who's killed more people than you've had hot meals and who's husband, son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter were all taken from her in a single day. Need I go on?"
Irina sat back, biting her lip. "Well . . . yeah you could go on, but I already sound like a jerk!" She paused momentarily, examining Ana's face and adjusting her own. "Well, it seems you have a bleeding edge ship run by a broken crew, and while I don't know the exact mission parameters, all I'm feeling and listening to from the crewman suggests some form of 'death wish.' When I walked onto this boat, I thought I was going to be a 'third nacelle,' but it appears you have your work cut out for you and then some. I was pretty content 'studying the gambling habits of the tourists of Risa,' but I find myself become more glad I got this assignment; if not for all the work I'm going to do helping keep things together on this ship, but for the fact that I'm finally going to have a reasonably good opponent at 5-card draw."
"Risa can be fun, but trust me all that sun, sea and sand can get boring after a while." Ana smiled. "As for poker, it will be fun to have new opponent, my sister, Reena, the Bajoran, I spoke of earlier, tends to cheat, badly."
"Ain't no such thing as cheaters, Captain—just people who get caught." Irina stood up and straightened her shirt. "Thank you for the enlightening conversation. Now, if there's nothing else to say, am I to assume I'm dismissed, ma'am?"
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Post by Anahera Chernova on Jul 8, 2014 6:09:06 GMT
U.S.S. Deimos
Captain's Ready Room
Ana sat at her desk looking through the Service Records of her new crew.
With all the 'paper work' that came with the job, she was starting to regret her decision to accept her first Starfleet command. She'd just made it though the Senior Staff, when her door chime sounded.
"Enter." She said and awaited her latest visitor.
Irina walked into the Ready Room, feigning as much confidence as she could in her steps, smiling lightly with her left arm tucked firmly behind her. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Irina Reese, reporting in," she chimed. Irina's eyes took their time to meet with Ana, darting around the room, filling her with positive thoughts about command positions. Her eyes then drifted slowly to the contents of the Captain's desk, and whatever envy she may have had undocked from her conscious mind and left at maximum warp. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she stated politely.
"You are, but it's okay." Ana said. "These reports, records and requisitions are driving me insane." She laughed. "Oops, perhaps I shouldn't have shared that with my Ship's Counselor."
Irina relaxed somewhat, nodding and smiling as Ana's laugh had disarmed her. She approached Ana, her right arm extended over Ana's desk in a friendly manner gesturing for a quick shake. "I think a reasonable amount of insanity is to be expected from any Starfleet officer, ma'am—myself included."
"I guess you're right." Ana said taking Irina's offered hand and shaking it. Letting go, she added. "Please take a seat." Indicating the chairs in front of her desk.
Settling onto the nearest chair, Irina leaned back, her hands neatly folded upon her lap. She stared blankly at Ana, the gentle smile replaced with a neutral look as she moved her right hand upon the chair's arm and perched her head upon a closed fist, adopting a bit of assertiveness. She knew she was about to bend around protocol a bit, but the gamble was always the fun part. "Hard to get a read on you, captain, but I suspect not much into the small talk. Is there anything you'd like to tell me before you grant me permission to speak candidly?"
'She's playing games.' She thought. 'Good I like games.' "Reese, now that name sounds familiar." She clicked her fingers as if she'd just remembered. "That's it I knew a Reese once, cunning bastard, I think his name was Dan, we called him 'Red' any relation?" She paused for a moment her expression changed and then she said. "I throw him off the Empire State Building with 6 inch blade in his chest." She smiled again. "How's that for small talk?"
A certain rise began in Irina's chest, tempered by the coolness of the air entering her lungs. "Not bad, but hardly an interesting story . . . ma'am. I mean, I'm sure that would've intimidated some of the less seasoned crewman, but I know how you long-lived folk like to pull one over us younger folk. Stories of cold murder before I was a gleam in my father's eye? That stirs me about as much as a fairy tale told by a stammering toddler." Irina leaned forward, her eyes like compass needles pointed true north. "You see, I've been mingling with the crewman, listening to what they know about the mission and this . . . 'light scout ship.' Something doesn't add up, and quite frankly if I were you I would've held those personnel PADDs as close to my chest as a I would cards at a poker game. Ma'am."
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Hamlet Act 3, scene 2, line 230. One of my favourites." Ana said with a smile. "And it's not wise to listen to scuttlebutt, Lieutenant. I remember an ensign on the Barnsley tried to convince me that the Federation President was reptilian alien in an Andorian flesh suit,when I for sure, she's an android." She laughed. "The real Kellessar zh'Tarash is...we'll that's need to know. Speaking of which, you'll learn about our mission at the Senior Staff Briefing, like everyone else."
"Captain—I can tell riffraff from rumor from hypothesis, otherwise I'd be severely underarmed in this profession." Irina leaned in further, her peridot eyes ever more apparent. "I've heard the science crewman talk about the cloaking device, only one other Federation vessel has ever requisitioned one and that hasn't been since the Dominion War. The engineering ensigns talk about the ablative armor—literally decades ahead of its time. The tactical teams speak of the massive torpedo spread which rivals Galaxy-class cruisers. All for one scout ship, and yet what puzzles me most isn't the technology or the armaments—why have the counselor? Counselors are usually assigned to starships with several hundred to a thousand crewman who bring civilians along for the ride, yet Steamrunner-class vessels at most have 200. Captain, I don't care what the mission is. My question is . . . why me?"
"To tell you the truth, for such a small crew we seem to have a disproportionate number of crew members in need of your kind of professional help. Our XO is a refugee and was one among her own people, a Security Chief who was thrown out of Starfleet and forced to become a mercenary because she disobeyed an order that would have cost a fellow crew member his life. A CMO and his husband had the last starship the served on disintegrate around them, were accused of causing it and now can't talk with anyone about it because the mission was top secret. Our acting Chief Engineer is a liberated Borg drone that had no childhood. The Bajoran Gunner's Mate who grow up during the Occupation and watched everyone she loved butchered at the hands of the Cardassians. The CO who watched her father drink himself to death after her mother left, who was raped and tortured by pirates, who's killed more people than you've had hot meals and who's husband, son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter were all taken from her in a single day. Need I go on?"
Irina sat back, biting her lip. "Well . . . yeah you could go on, but I already sound like a jerk!" She paused momentarily, examining Ana's face and adjusting her own. "Well, it seems you have a bleeding edge ship run by a broken crew, and while I don't know the exact mission parameters, all I'm feeling and listening to from the crewman suggests some form of 'death wish.' When I walked onto this boat, I thought I was going to be a 'third nacelle,' but it appears you have your work cut out for you and then some. I was pretty content 'studying the gambling habits of the tourists of Risa,' but I find myself become more glad I got this assignment; if not for all the work I'm going to do helping keep things together on this ship, but for the fact that I'm finally going to have a reasonably good opponent at 5-card draw."
"Risa can be fun, but trust me all that sun, sea and sand can get boring after a while." Ana smiled. "As for poker, it will be fun to have new opponent, my sister, Reena, the Bajoran, I spoke of earlier, tends to cheat, badly."
"Ain't no such thing as cheaters, Captain—just people who get caught." Irina stood up and straightened her shirt. "Thank you for the enlightening conversation. Now, if there's nothing else to say, am I to assume I'm dismissed, ma'am?"
"Fair point, Lieutenant." Ana said. "It was a pleasure to talk with you too. By all means, go and leave me to my paper work."
When Irina was gone, Ana's comm. sounded, so she activated it. =/\="I like her."=/\= Said the voice of her Yeoman.
"Me, too." Ana agreed. "Now, how many times do I have to tell you, not to listen in, Petty Officer?"
=/\="Clearly more than you have already."=/\=
"Yes, it certainly appears that way. Now get back to work."
=/\="Aye, aye, Capt'n."=/\= He replied and closed line.
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