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Note, these logs from Tru and myself take place before, during, and
after the sim. Lt. Lost and myself were off ship during the last sim,
and these logs are designed to explain where we were.
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Gwen walked out of the Captain's ready room, frowning. She didn't
understand why she had to go on this mission. Ax that. She did
understand. HE requested it. He probably thought that if he spent
some time alone with her that she'd change her mind and act differently
then she had the last ten times. Like
that's going to happen, she thought. She had
to come up with a way to turn the table on this . . . then she had
it. A grin crossed her face as she left the bridge.
She wasn't going alone.
Tapping her comm badge. "Lt. Lost. Please meet me at the
Falcon." Without waiting for a response, she tapped her comm badge
ending the communication and made her way to the shuttle bay.
When Gwen arrived at the Falcon, she found Tru already there doing
preflight checks. She had to smile, he might seem to be very
absentminded and out of it, but he was very good at what he did.
"How many games did you bring with you this time Tru?" Gwen
teased.
Tru blushed, "Would I do such a thing like
that?" He, of course, would . . . and did. But he only had two games
with him. One that he had been playing while off duty when Gwen
called. The second was the spare game that he had with him just on the
off chance that he got bored with the first.
"Do you really want me to answer that?" Changing subjects, "How
soon till we're ready to go?"
"Well, I just need to file a flight plan,
and then we're all ready to go."
Sitting down next to Tru, "We're headed to the Station to
pick up a certain ambassador, and transporting him back to his planet.
Shouldn't take us more then a day or two."
"I don't mean to pry but . . . why don't we
just transport him with the Falcon? Or Why doesn't the station
transport them with one of their runabouts?"
Gwen frowned, and in a restrained voice responded through slightly
grit teeth, "Because this Ambassador requested that *I* transport him.
He wouldn't take no for an answer. Not to mention that the Station
Commander likes to make the Eagle's Crew's lives a living hell. I'm
sure he jumped at the chance.
"Oh, he doesn't know you're coming along." Gwen couldn't help but
grin at that.
"What Ambassad--" He stopped before he
could finish as a thought hit him. "Not Chalace?!"
Gwen nodded, "The very same."
"Isn't he the guy that wouldn't stop hitting
on you?? And you just HAD to drag me along, didn't you?" Then he
grinned, "You should have brought Rommie along. I'm sure he would have
enjoyed that." Tru snickered at that comment.
"Yeah, well, as much as I dislike being around the Ambassador, I
would like to get him to his planet in one piece. Besides. I don't
really want to make Rommie that jealous." Grinning, "Maybe a little
jealous, but not too much.
"Take off when ready Tru."
Tru laughed, "Aye Sir."
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Lt. Cmdr. Gwenivere Marqusa
AXO/CSec/Tac
USS Eagle
Lt. Tru Lee Lost
Helmsman
USS Eagle
