- , Mission #

"Reflections"

<GD_CJ>

SUMMARY: After a lengthy an unusually enjoyable leave on DS9, the Hyperion is coming back to reality with a foreboding 'surprise inspection.' The over/under for fired people is 2.5.

<GD_CJ>

<<<Start - Reflections>>>

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

::is on the bridge, reading a PADD::

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Walks back onto the bridge, deciding to get in early and start her tactical diagnostics, and see what minor changes have been made during the repairs::

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::sits in his Ready Room, reading the orders over once more...wondering what Starfleet was up to::

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

@::pats an older Bajoran man on the shoulder with a grin:: Jeral: It was good to see you again, my friend. You have my comm code, drop me a line when you get that soil reclamator back online. ::with a final nod the two men turn, Dremel making his way to the upper pylon where the Hyperion is docked, weaving through the crowd::

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

::gives up trying to decide what is going on, spots CTO enter:: CTO: Bridge is yours, Jo. ::walks to the Captain's Ready Room and chimes on the door::

<GD_CJ>

@*CMO*: Ops to Commander Kymar.

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::mutters to himself as he rearranges the screens on his console to suit his workflow. Why do technicians insist on returning everything to default settings::

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#XO: Enter!

<GD_CJ>

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Looks up as she steps fully into the bridge, just in time to see Danann swoosh towards the RR:: XO:...sure thing Commander

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Reroutes the Tac console to the bridge, and sits in the Big Chair tm, still intending to do her review::

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::walks into Sickbay after putting her things back into her quarters on the ship::

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::glances up as Joanne enters the bridge:: CTO: Good morning.

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

::hops in the door as the open:: CO: You wanted to see me, boss?

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::looks up:: XO: Any idea what Captain Winters is up to ?

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

::stays standing, but cocks her hip, resting a hand on it:: CO: I have a million theories, each crazier and more paranoid than the last.

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Looks over, and realises that Lyon is also on duty before deciding to take her man-up pills:: OPS: Lyon, Good shore leave? You and Miller enjoy yourselves?

<GD_CJ>

*CMO*: Commander?

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#XO: Same as me then. ::stands up and picks up his coffee mug and heads for the door:: XO: Let me know what you find out.

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::looks around sickbay, thinking DS9 was fun, but this feels more like home...::

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

@::taps his comm badge:: *DS9 OPS*: Go ahead, Station Ops.

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

::watches the CO walked past her:: CO: Er... you're dismissed? ::tries for a joke::

<GD_CJ>

*CMO*: Commander, I've been asked to give you a message, from a Mr. Sumner. He wants to see you in the replimat.

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::nods:: CTO: Yeah, we kept it low-key for the most part. Didn't really feel like celebrating much. ::reaches for the cup of coffee he'd been nursing::

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::smiles as he walks past her onto the Bridge::

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Pops onto the bridge from the turbolift, having been checking systems, moving over to an empty console to go over some ideas of how to improve them::

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

CTO: And you?

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Nods at his mug:: OPS: I never really pegged you as a coffee person. And I thought I had you down quite well

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

::follows CO, looking around at the brige crew as she trots, worried about which of them, if any reported on Rome... or whatever this was about::

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

@::blinks, then nods to himself:: *DS9 OPS*: Understood. Please let him know I'll be along shortly. ::taps his comm badge to close the link, then orders the turbolift back down to the promenade::

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#CTO: You're in my seat. ::smiles::

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Looks up as the command crew enter, and stands easily, changing the console back:: CO: Just keeping it warm Captain, plus I thought it might like to know what it's like to not have Raktajino spilt on it.

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

::snorts::

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::chuckles and sits down:: All: Report.

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::smiles:: CTO: A recent resurgence. I haven't been a coffee person since I was an Ensign on the Orion.

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

@::steps off the turbolift and walks back through the crowd, meandering along to the replimat and spotting a certain young man sitting at one of the tables:: Henry: It's been a while, Henry. I've not heard from you since Ira Four. ::a touch of a smile reaches his lips::

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

::rests into her own seat silently::

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Looks over and shakes her head slightly:: OPS: What have we done to you, us Hyperions?

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Heads back over to Tac:: CO: Nothing of note Sir.

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::turns in his seat to face the Captain.:: CO: Operations nominal, all repairs reported complete by the technicians, await final reports from department heads.

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::nods to no one in particular and sips of his coffee::

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#XO: Can we just leave?

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Watches over the camaraderie on the bridge, before tilting his head back down into his work::

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::begins preparing Sickbay for any patients coming back from DS9::

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::grins at Joanne:: CTO: Reminded me how much I enjoyed coffee. Ethan complains it makes me hyperactive.

<Henry_Sumner>

@::glances up in a start; he looks like he hasn't slept much lately:: CMO: Dr. Kymar... ::he manages a weak smile and extends a hand::

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Tries to hold back the smile:: OPS: Now that definitely doesn't surprise me.

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

::takes it firmly and gives it a shake, returning the smile:: Henry: Dremel will do, Henry. I hear you're on leave right now, the kind that might not have an end. ::slips down into one of the seats, analysing the haggard human as only a Doctor can::

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::turns back to his console, slotting his cup into the holder he had mounted there:: CTO: Better get used to it.

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

OPS: Oh, someone save us all from a Lyon on a caffeine high!

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#OPS: Commander Lyon, status of our guests?

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

CO: Er, no, sir... ideally, we need to get clearance from Station OPS and our conn officer... ::looks down and sighs:: CO: Needs to actually be there... ::stands up to go take over the empty seat, but pauses. Sits down again:: CO: Interviews are happening on the station, right?

<Henry_Sumner>

@::nods some, seeming to wake up a bit:: CMO: Dremel. Yeah, I kinda, finally realized I'm not really cut out for Starfleet. Also I pulled a phaser on my CO, so... career's pertty much over either way. I'm actually on my way to do some community service type stuff on Orion. How's things on your end? Hear the Hyperion got into a bit of a tussle.

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::grins over his shoulder at Joanne before answering the Captain:: CO: The 'delegation' are on the station, sir.

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#OPS: Thank you, Commander. Tell them to contact Commander Danann if they have any requests.

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

::taps her console:: *Winters*: Commander Danann, to Captain Winters...

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

::nods, a brief look of pain flashing across his face:: Henry: Yeah, you could say that. We've been docked up for repairs, so I'm sure you can extrapolate how it went.

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

<aNAV_Cmdr_Miller>

::enters the bridge with a pile of PADDs, goes down to the conn and sits down, smiling over at Lyon before immersing himself in checking the repairs::

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::places his palms down on his armrests and pushes himself up:: XO: You have the Bridge, I'll be in my office then.

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Gives Miller a tentative smile as he passes::

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::nods:: CO: Aye, Captain. ::taps out a message to the guests, sending it when complete::

<Henry_Sumner>

@::shrugs some:: CMO: Heard you gave as good as you got, at least... ::winces some, remembering reports of casualties:: ... Sorry. I know you guys lost some people; I should be less casual about it. ::frowns some and rubs his eyes::

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Glances over at Rome:: CO: I didn't warm it up enough for you, huh?

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

::glances up at CO as he stands, worry lining her forehead:: CO: Aiy, Captain.

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

<aNAV_Cmdr_Miller>

::catches Joanne's smile as before he gets the first PADD active and returns it warmly::

<Henry_Sumner>

@<Capt_Winters>

*XO*: Yes? What is it, commander?

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#CTO: Something like that. ::Steps into his Ready room::

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Gives Rome a smile::

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Follows the captain with his eyes as he leaves the bridge.::

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::takes another sip from his coffee cup as he grumbles under his breath::

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

*Winters*: I am touching base, sir, regarding the interviews you wish to conduct. I have the crew's shcedules to send to you. Just wanted to be sure there was no-one in particular you wished to start with before I send it to you? ::tries to sound as efficient as possible::

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::is going over medical report PADDs as she orders another coffee from the replicator::

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

<aNAV_Cmdr_Miller>

::hears the muttering and glances at his husband, refraining from commenting on the nth cup of the morning already::

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::sits down and opens the comm:: *Sickbay*: Sickbay, is Dremel there?

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Heads to the replicator, and orders a hot herbal infusion, and brings it back, carefully, to her station, and continues reading::

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

*CO:* Captain, he's still on DS9 as far as I know.

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

@::shrugs himself, making it seem like he's putting it off:: Henry: It's done with. Time to hit the next challenge face-first, right?

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::smiles at Ethan:: aNAV: Uhm... it's my second one?

<Henry_Sumner>

<Capt_Winters>

@*XO*: I will be providing the interview schedule, Commander. These inspections are to take priority. For the record, we will be starting with you.

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#*MED*: What the hell is keeping him, Ensign? ::sighs:: Nevermind, I need you to visit my Ready room with a dose of something for my headache.

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Continues to look down at her console, but her ears prick up at hearing that the XO is first on the interview list::

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

:: feels her cheeks burn red:: *Winters*: Understood, sir. I'll stand by for your call... ::clears her throat::

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

<aNAV_Cmdr_Miller>

::snorts:: OPS: Pull the other one, it stretches more.

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

*CO:* Yes sir. I'll be right up.

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::closes the comm and leans back, pinching the bridge of his nose::

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

::finds herself hoping she was the one who did something wrong, so she won't have to face te prospect of being tempted to tell lies about her crewmates::

<Henry_Sumner>

@::nods a bit:: CMO: Yeah, something like that... ::he reaches into his pocket, producing a silvery chain clutched in his palm:: I, uh... I'm supposed to give you this. ::sets it on the table; flecks of Kesh's blood still stain the metal:: Kesh gave it to me. Before she died.

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::is glad her own headache from earlier had subsided... Grabs medkit and heads to turbolift, grabbing some extra doses of analgesics on the way ::

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::smiles winningly and turns back to his console:: aNAV: I'll pull something alright. ::the comment elicits a snort of amusement from Miller::

<Henry_Sumner>

<Capt_Winters>

*XO*: Winters out.

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

<aNAV_Cmdr_Miller>

::looks over his shoulder at Danann, raising an eyebrow in query:: XO: You're getting spanked first?

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::arrives at the Bridge and exits the Turbolift, heading towards the Captain's ready room::

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Stands up whilst reading a PADD and walks over to the replicator, studying the shield schematics trying to find ways of improving them. Blindly stares at the replicator:: Comp: Computer, english breakfast tea, hot. ::The tea blinks into existence::

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

::raises her eyebrows in mock panic:: aNAV: Just lucky, I guess... Let's hope this wait is worse than whatever they have planned.

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::taps the Ready Room door chime::

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#MED: Enter.

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

XO: The wait is always the worst bit. I almost wish I was in there first in your place

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

<aNAV_Cmdr_Miller>

::nods:: XO: From your lips to whatever deity you praise's ears.

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

@::the flash of pain grows a little hotter, his eyes glued to the small chip. Reaching out, he touches it with one finger and draws it over to his side of the table:: Henry: I...Did she say anything else?

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

CO: Good morning, Captain.

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

CTO: We could put a red wig on you...

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::gives up pretending to work and turns around to face Danann:: XO: I don't understand the reason for these "interviews", Commander.

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::opens his eyes:: MED: Ensign, thanks for coming.

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Grabs his tea and starts walking back over to the station, turns full about on the spot:: XO: Would you like something from the replicator Commander? CTO: Leftenant?

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Pulls a twist of hair around her finger:: XO: Redder. at any rate.....Count me in ::Grins at Danann:: Not sure how well I'd represent you though.

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::sets down her medkit and finds the medical tricorder:: CO: Let me have a look.

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

<aNAV_Cmdr_Miller>

::decides to join the tea party and walks over to the replicator, ordering some Darjeeling tea, before returning to his seat, smiling at the cupholders mounted on the console::

<Henry_Sumner>

@::rubs his eyes once more, this time to hide the slight welling of his eyes at the memory:: CMO: Just to give it to you... and that she was sorry. There was some damage to it; I repaired it as best I could. From what I can tell, it looks to be survey information for a planetary system. Doesn't seem to show up on star charts.

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::pushes his chair back and allows the Doctor to scan him::

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Looks down at her steaming cup:: TAC: I'm fine ensign.

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

CO: Any other symptoms besides headache?

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

::looks panicked for a moment, his eyes widening:: Henry: You...you looked at it? Henry, please, Prophets tell me that you did it from a secure terminal!

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#MED: None.

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Nods at Feyna::

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

CTO: It's easy. I hear Ensign Darling on Deck 6 does a decet impression of me. Maybe ask him for pointers.

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

CO: Are you allergic to Metorapan?

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::looks up at her:: MED: What the hell is Metorapan?

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Laughs out loud:: XO: I might just have to do that, and give you a report on how decent it actually is!

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::waits for Danann to answer his question::

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

CO: It's an analgesic, sir. A painkiller.

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#MED: If I am, it's in my file, don't ask me.

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

::notices OPS' look:: OPS: hm?

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Decides Danann doesnt want anything from the replicator, skulking back to his seat to keep working::

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

XO: I said I don't uderstand the reason for these "interviews". Care to speculate?

<Henry_Sumner>

@::gives a slight frown:: CMO: Of course I did; encrypted it myself. She... it wouldn't have been so important if this was a run of the mill thing. ::rubs his face in his hands:: Sorry. I, uh... Still trying to adjust, I guess.

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

OPS: Either we're all crazy and the world has noticed or... ::sighs:: OPS: It could literally be anything. Any ideas yourself?

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Looks back up from his work:: XO: We are all crazy Commander.

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

<aNAV_Cmdr_Miller>

::quietly watches Joanne's interaction with Danann, wondering how they were going to handle the change in their relationship with her::

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

@::lets out a slow breath, nodding for a moment:: Henry: Right...Just....You'll want to keep your eyes open for a little while, there are elements at work that I can't account for. ::he tilts his head down and seems to pick a piece of lint from his uniform, taking the take to glance around inconspicuously::

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

CO: Let's go with the Bicaridine then. Give it a few minutes to work and your headache should subside.

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Looks over at Douglas, wondering what he's doing:: TAC: Ensign, what are you working on right now?

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::nods:: MED: Sorry for snapping. Just been a long morning.

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

@Henry: I should get out of here, and so should you. Where this goes, trouble tends to follow. ::quietly he stands up, and forces a smile to his face like two old friends are parting ways:: You should stay in touch, Henry.

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::smiles:: XO: I agree with the Ensign, we are all crazy. But this feels... funny in a uh oh kind of way.

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::smiles at the captain::CO:It's all right, Captain. We've all been under alot of stress lately. Especially you, I'd imagine.

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::smiles::

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Can see the inquisition in Feyna's eyes.:: CTO: Shield systems, power systems leading to them, running simulations, seeing if we can improve efficiency or power to the shields.

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#MED: How are you fairing in Sickbay?

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

OPS: Agreed. If it helps, I truly am in the dark as much as anyone. Our last mission was... difficult. Bomb threats, attempted genocide... space battles... the stuff of good holonovels, if it wasn't all horribly real... Perhaps they are just checking up on us.

<Henry_Sumner>

@::nods, getting up himself:: CMO: Yeah... I'll try, Dremel. I'll keep an eye out for anything weird, I guess. Take care of yourself, ok? And whatever that thing is... see it through. You know... for Kesh.

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

::hands taps at her console repeatedly::

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Gives Douglas a gentle but reprimanding look:: TAC: Could you please return to your guard duty. I am already on top of assessment the ship's tactical systems and assigning teams to work on them.

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

CO: It's been quieting down some. There's still alot of injured, but we've been able to release several this week already.

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::nods:: MED: Good...good.

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

XO: It doesn't really help. I've been through some pretty hairy stuff on my previous postings and never did they send someone to check up on us.

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

@::nods, tucking the chip into his sleeve and gripping the chain tight:: Henry: I will. Thanks for getting it to me, Henry. You take care of yourself, whatever you end up doing. ::with that, he turns away and disappears into the crowd, once more making his way back to the ship but with a little more stealth::

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

OPS: Hm, true... maybe you're overdue?

<Henry_Sumner>

@::nods some, and turns away himself, disappearing into what is sure to be an obscure and unexplored fate::

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

CO: How's the headache? Feeling any better?

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

XO: Then why do I have a bad feeling about this?

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Looks up at Lyon's conversation:: OPS: So we are well within our rights to potentially blame our current circumstances on you. Hmmmm, I like this train of thought ::Gives him a bit of a cheeky look::

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::feels the analgesic taking effect:: MED: Thank you Doctor, much better. You may return to your patients. ::smiles::

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Sighs, and stands up:: CTO: Well theres lots of stuff in here, not like I don't work on it all the time ::Passes a PADD to Feyna:: Some of it is probably outdated since the repairs and such.

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

OPS: Because whatever it is... it's definitely not a free ticket to Risa.

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::raises an eyebrow:: CTO: I brought trouble with me? ::gives her a small wink to show he's just joking::

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::Nods at CO, packs up her medkit:: CO: Let me know if you need anything else, Captain.

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Takes the PADD from Douglas:: TAC: It won't be forever, if you perform your duty well.

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

<aNAV_Cmdr_Miller>

::picks up a PADD and thumbs it on:: XO: Then why do we all rather want to be on Risa than here?

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::nods:: MED: I will.

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::turns and walks back into the Bridge::

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

::steps back onto the Hyperion and quickly makes his way through the ship, entering main sickbay and slipping into his office to tuck the chip away in a hidden compartment in one of the drawers, letting out a breath that he seemed to have been holding the entire walk::

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::shudders internally remembering the op they ran on Risa that was anything but a holiday::

ACTION: The Captain's personal console beeps; an incoming communication, priority one.

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

CTO: Always do. ::Smirks as he turns to the turbolift door::

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

MED: Afternoon Izzy.

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::turns to his desk as the monitor slides up and accepts the charge::

<Adm_Walker>

::appears on-screen:: *CO*: Captain Rome.

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

::notices the MED leaving the Ready Room. Stands up and makes her way back there herself. Thumbs chime::

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#*ADM*: Admiral. What can I do for you, sir ?

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

TAC: Hi Douglas, How's it going?

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::presses the activation switch for the door::

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::turns back to his console and makes a final adjustment to get the settings back to his preferences::

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

MED: Chipper as always. Having fun?

<Adm_Walker>

*CO*: I'm about 12 hours out from DS9; the two of us need to talk. Face to face.

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::looks grim:: *ADM*: Sir?

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

::steps in, sees CO on a call and pauses, questioningly::

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

TAC: I'm not sure if you'd call it fun, but I'm having a good day. ::smiles at Douglas::

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::steps into Turbolift:: TL: Deck 7, Main sickbay

<Adm_Walker>

::sighs softly:: *CO*: I can't elaborate much over comms. Just know that this 'inspection' isn't exactly happening with my blessing, and none of my theories about it are comforting.

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Smiles back at Izzy, turning about at the door and adopting a guard stance:: MED: I'm glad. Guard duty for me.

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

<aNAV_Cmdr_Miller>

::finishes checking the repairs, taps a few commands to send the report to the chief NAV officer's inbox for review:: OPS: I'll see you later, gotta go down to deflector control. ::smiles at Joanne in farewell and steps onto the waiting turbolift::

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Gives Miller a little wave, and then wonders where her sudden friendliness has come from, and looks down questioningly at the tea::

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#*ADM*: Shall I go along with it Admiral?

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

TAC: Sounds like fun.. Aren't you usually at tactical?

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

::feels trapped, stuck in the CO's office. If she steps back, the door with swoosh open and make a noise::

<Adm_Walker>

::nods:: *CO*: For now, yes. While I didn't order it, someone did, so it's official. I'll fill you in more when I arrive.

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::looks at Danann without saying a word, then at the chair::

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Grimmaces:: MED: Yeah......

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

aNAV: I'll cook tonight. ::looks over at Joanne:: CTO: Want to join us for dinner? We should catch up.

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#*ADM*: Acknowledged Admiral. I shall await your arrival.

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

::approaches very quietly::

<Adm_Walker>

::nods and ends the comm::

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#::takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly::

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

::breaths again::

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

::Looks across at Lyon, and decides to go with whatever it is that's causing her mood:: OPS: Unless one of us is in for questioning, or fired, then count me in. We can talk properly then.

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

Self: Shit is just dandy.

<XO_LtCmdr_Danann>

CO: Sir, I had no intention of... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been here for that.

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

::smiles:: CTO: Either way I think drinking should be involved.

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

::thinks for a moment as he sits at his desk, then nods and resolves himself to it as he steps over to the weapons container, inputs his code and pulls out a small type 1 phaser before tucking it into a pouch in his belt at the small of his back:: Self: Better safe than sorry. Dammit, Henry...::clears the look from his face and steps into Sickbay to carry on work, the phaser hanging like a weight at his back::

<CO_Captain_Rome>

#XO: I wanted you in here, don't worry......::leans forward:: Tell me everything about Winters.

<CTO_Lt_Feyna>

OPS: As long as you can guarantee no negative side effects. Wouldn't be the best way to face the panel.

<MED_Ens_Rousseau>

::sees his grimace and nods sympathetically:: TAC: Ahh.. We can talk about it later..that is, if you want to ::steps into turbolift as the doors start to close::

<OPS_Cmdr_Lyon>

CTO: Near beer and almost wine.

<TAC_Ens_Douglas>

::Smiles as Izzy leaves:: MED: Surrre.... ::Missing her just::

<Adm_Walker>

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