[USS Tempest] Planning Ahead
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- Date: Tue, 2 May 2006 05:43:28 EDT
Planning Ahead
by Admiral Paula Sullivan, Ensign Miranda Craig, Colonel Kira Nerys, &
Captain Lindsey Craig
It had been ages since Paula had served on a ship but as soon as she stepped
onto Tempest with Kira in tow, years just seemed to melt away from her. The
only saying was true. Once you give up command of a ship for the little gold
box around your pips, service is never the same. Walking through Tempest she
took in the ship carefully, a smile fluttering over her lips. It looked like
a sound little ship, a good little ship. Stepping up to the Captain's Cabin,
she reached out and rang the chime.
There was no answer.
"Should have called first I guess," the silver haired woman said as she
pressed the chime again. When the door finally slid open a young woman, no
more a
girl of eighteen, stood there as loud music poured out of the cabin. "I'm
looking for Captain Craig?"
"What?" Miranda yelled out over the music.
"I'm looking for Captain Craig." Paula repeated loudly.
One of Kira's finely arched brows rose. That didn't sound like a Starfleet
captain, she mused. Granted, she'd met some odd ones before but not that
odd.
Miranda ordered the music to stop and then asked again, "What? I couldn't
hear you over the music."
Paula smiled at the jean and tank to clad girl. "I'm looking for Captain
Lindsey Craig."
"She's not here," Miranda answered finally noting the pips on the woman's
collar. She blushed deeply. Linds is going to skin me for this. "She might
still be on the bridge, Ma'am."
The girl was young and reminded her of he own daughters. "It's alright,
dear, no need to worry about it." She looked the girl over and smiled warmly.
"That's odd, I don't recall the Captain's profile saying she had a daughter."
"I bet you're her sister, Ensign, aren't you? You look just like her
picture," Kira mused.
Miranda nodded at the Bajoran. "Yes Ma'am, Miranda Craig, the Captain's
sister."
Lindsey rubbed her forehead and wondered if she was prone to migraines for
about the millionth time that day. As she sauntered off the turbolift, she
stopped when she looked up and made a flip decision that she probably wanted
to
go back to her office and hide under the desk. "Can I help y'all?" she
called as she sauntered up, her smile in place and her manner restored.
Turning, Paula smiled brightly. "You must be the Craig we're looking for."
Holding out her hand she added, "I wish this meeting were under better
circumstances, Captain, but I'm afraid things can no longer wait. May we have
a word
in private? I know I should have come to the bridge, but the computer
directed me here."
Miranda laughed. "It does that when you don't use first names or ranks. I'm
fairly sure it dislikes having two of us." Ducking back into the cabin
Miranda grabbed her gym bag and then walked out into the hall. "I'm going to
egg
Rosie into a game. She's the only one aside from Livvie who can play real
street ball." She offered the admiral and Kira a smiled. "Ma'ams." As she
passed
her sister she snickered a whispered, "The ol hen thought I was your kid!"
"Little more respect, Mirrie?" Lindsey sighed. Rolling her eyes, she waved
for the two visitors to join her in her room. "Can I get you both
something?"
Paula followed the young woman into the cabin and shook her head. "No thank
you, dear. Though I'd had hoped to invite you to have a drink with me, though
we all know the saying about best laid plans. This is hardly the way I had
wanted to introduce myself."
"Why don't y'all take a seat and tell me what the problem is," Lindsey
offered, remaining standing until the Admiral sat.
Taking a seat on one of the chairs Paula sighed. "First of dear I think you
should know that Tempest and the GQ have been placed under my command."
Lindsey paused then asked carefully, "No more Fishler?"
"Officially, no." Paula answered. "As of right now everything falls under my
command. Unofficially, Fishler is madder then Sunday mornin' drunk. And
there lays the issue at hand."
Closing her eyes, Lindsey allowed a comfortable smile cross her lips.
"Heck, I can deal with anything so long as I don't have to deal with that...
man."
The silver haired Admiral sighed as she glanced at Kira. Returning her gaze
to the captain. "He brutally murdered his assistant before taking off to hell
knows where. You need to be extra careful, Captain."
"Please tell me there's proof he actually did it this time," Lindsey asked,
her eyes opening to stare hard.
"Other then his comment to me about where to find her body, we won't know
until Mister Odo has finished his investigation." Paula answered as blue eyes
locked with light brown ones.
For a moment, Lindsey prayed with all that she had that Fishler had been
careless. "His comment is irrelevant. He'll get away with it, again."
"Lets give Mister Odo a chance, Captain." Paula said as she offered the girl
a smile. "From what I hear he's one of the best."
"Odo is the best investigative officer I've ever met. If there's proof,
it'll be found, "Kira added.
"And Fishler's as slipper as his namesake," Lindsey warned. "Maybe there is
proof now but he's gone."
"He'll be back," Paula said sadly. "He's out to get you my dear. He'll come
back to finish what he started."
"I'll be fine, Admiral," she assured her. "Got myself a bang up crew,
besides, he wouldn't dare, not with all this brass I've got with me."
Paula smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. "Still, it would be wise to be on
guard, dear. I'm sure this poor girl's parents thought she was safe playing
assistant."
"I doubt she had any," Lindsey said softly but sadly. "Someone like Fishler
don't exactly go for the family types."
"Maybe you should talk to Odo," Paula said with a nod. "Give him some
insight on him."
"Sure, just send him over or I'll make me an appointment," she shrugged.
"Believe me, Captain, Odo gets into places and you don't know he's there,"
Kira said with a friendly smirk, "but maybe you could authorize him to come
aboard just in case."
"Sure thing," Lindsey nodded, already tapping her comm-badge. "Mr Lynley?
You busy?"
"Perpetually, Captain, but the ease of it is in organization," Nat's voice
said. "What can I do for you, ma'am?"
"You know an officer called Odo?" she asked.
"Quite," Nat said wryly. "We crossed paths over the comm during the war."
"Put him on the access codes, would you? And assign him a cabin." With a
shrug to the other two, she added, "y'never know."
"Which is an all to true statement when dealing with some people." Paula
sighed.
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