Post by Captain_Quintus on Apr 4, 2016 7:02:46 GMT
Postby FSF Eris » Wed Nov 09, 2011 7:24 pm
Lilah Moretti certainly didn't want to be navigating the piles of bags and supplies and napping soldiers when she was still in the "half limping" phase of recovering from her injuries. On the other hand, she was out of the "need chair, need cane" phase of recovery... assuming that she didn't end up smashing herself back up in the process of getting to the commander on the other side of the cargo bay.
Eyes glued onto the mob that filled the bay, she stumbled over to a greyed man who was the only bastion of calm left in the otherwise din that filled Cargo Bay Three. "Commander Branigan?" she asked, hoping like hell that it was the person she was looking for. Her back hurt, her head hurt, and they had a little ground invasion looming in the next few hours.
He turned to look at her, a pleasant expression on his lined face. "Oh, you must be Commander Moretti." He grabbed her hand, shaking it vigorously in an inescapable grip. "We've been talking for the past how long? But it's nice to actually finally meet you in person."
She winced. "You won't think it's so nice when you hear why I'm here."
He looked at her sideways, handing off a padd to a passing enlisted. "Uh oh."
"Yeah."
"Uh oh."
"Stop saying that." She shifted foot to foot, "Look, Captain Quintus wants to make Jetrel the head on the ground."
"That's not happening."
"No, I know you'd be upset..."
"Those are my men, Commander. and I know you came down here because you wanted to play peacemaker between the captains up on top and the new dog on the block, but it's not happening." He sighed, taking a seat on a nearby bench. "I'm sure your Mister Jetrel is a fine officer, but he doesn't know these men. They don't know him. He's not going to take over this operation."
"We don't have time for this, Commander." Lilah set her chin, gazing down at the man. "I understand that you have your concerns, bu--"
"They're not just concerns, it's a statement of fac--"
"But we don't have time for this. We really don't." Lilah stood a little straighter, ignoring the protests in half of the bones and internal organs that wished she would sit down too, right then and there. "You'll be running the men on the field. Hell, you'll probably be the one who brings them out to do mop-up once we have the Tzenkethi base worked over a little bit from orbit. But the orders are going to go through Jetrel." She shrugged, crossing her arms a little bit defensively. "It isn't up to me. I'm just here to tell you."
He sighed, looking past her and nodding. "You know this might not end well between your Betazoid and me."
"First, he's not my Betazoid. Second of all, it doesn't matter," she added airily. "Just so long as you take out lots of Tzenkethi and none of the men in the resulting explosion."
"You know I'm not going to like it; don't try sweetening me with nothings about blowing up a lot of lizards. So do you and your Mister Jetrel have a finalized plan, or are we waiting to go over that when we're fifteen minutes away?"
She gave him a thin, if amused, smile. "The plan is the same. It's just that you have someone else to have to answer to."
"At least some things are reassuring."
Lilah Moretti certainly didn't want to be navigating the piles of bags and supplies and napping soldiers when she was still in the "half limping" phase of recovering from her injuries. On the other hand, she was out of the "need chair, need cane" phase of recovery... assuming that she didn't end up smashing herself back up in the process of getting to the commander on the other side of the cargo bay.
Eyes glued onto the mob that filled the bay, she stumbled over to a greyed man who was the only bastion of calm left in the otherwise din that filled Cargo Bay Three. "Commander Branigan?" she asked, hoping like hell that it was the person she was looking for. Her back hurt, her head hurt, and they had a little ground invasion looming in the next few hours.
He turned to look at her, a pleasant expression on his lined face. "Oh, you must be Commander Moretti." He grabbed her hand, shaking it vigorously in an inescapable grip. "We've been talking for the past how long? But it's nice to actually finally meet you in person."
She winced. "You won't think it's so nice when you hear why I'm here."
He looked at her sideways, handing off a padd to a passing enlisted. "Uh oh."
"Yeah."
"Uh oh."
"Stop saying that." She shifted foot to foot, "Look, Captain Quintus wants to make Jetrel the head on the ground."
"That's not happening."
"No, I know you'd be upset..."
"Those are my men, Commander. and I know you came down here because you wanted to play peacemaker between the captains up on top and the new dog on the block, but it's not happening." He sighed, taking a seat on a nearby bench. "I'm sure your Mister Jetrel is a fine officer, but he doesn't know these men. They don't know him. He's not going to take over this operation."
"We don't have time for this, Commander." Lilah set her chin, gazing down at the man. "I understand that you have your concerns, bu--"
"They're not just concerns, it's a statement of fac--"
"But we don't have time for this. We really don't." Lilah stood a little straighter, ignoring the protests in half of the bones and internal organs that wished she would sit down too, right then and there. "You'll be running the men on the field. Hell, you'll probably be the one who brings them out to do mop-up once we have the Tzenkethi base worked over a little bit from orbit. But the orders are going to go through Jetrel." She shrugged, crossing her arms a little bit defensively. "It isn't up to me. I'm just here to tell you."
He sighed, looking past her and nodding. "You know this might not end well between your Betazoid and me."
"First, he's not my Betazoid. Second of all, it doesn't matter," she added airily. "Just so long as you take out lots of Tzenkethi and none of the men in the resulting explosion."
"You know I'm not going to like it; don't try sweetening me with nothings about blowing up a lot of lizards. So do you and your Mister Jetrel have a finalized plan, or are we waiting to go over that when we're fifteen minutes away?"
She gave him a thin, if amused, smile. "The plan is the same. It's just that you have someone else to have to answer to."
"At least some things are reassuring."