Posted July 20, 2021, 10 a.m. by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Civilian Luke Wyatt (Military Liason) in Diplomacy - Letting Someone Else Have Your Way (TAG Wyatt)
Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) in Diplomacy - Letting Someone Else Have Your Way (TAG Wyatt)
“Diplomacy is the art of telling people to go to hell in such a way that they ask for directions,” -Winston Churchill
“You have no idea how much it contributes to the general politeness and pleasantness of diplomacy when you have a little quiet armed force in the background,” - George F Kennan
As had become her habit, if Revna couldn’t sleep, for whatever reason, she found herself in her office. Tonight the reason was she ached. Physical therapy had been intense and she just ached. That was a good thing, she was getting stronger, but she’d woken up and had walked for awhile. Until she found herself in her office. There was always some new species to learn about, customs and protocols to learn. They lived in such an era that looking up the information was almost instantaneous and it was rare to not have warning. But Revna didn’t work that way. Things didn’t always work out that you had your leisure to work with. And so it was that she found herself sitting in her office, leaned back in her chair, feet on desk, fingers tapping out the rhythm to the latest list of songs Mike had sent her as she read over the information she had on the Ocampa. A glass of water sat on the desk next to her. She was very tempted to make a cup of black tea but she really needed to try and sleep at some point. But first she was going to finish reading this report and then maybe, she’d try for more sleep. The one benefit of her job, she got to pick her own hours so she didn’t have to worry about being ‘late’ for duty anymore.
Time had come for Luke to extend the proverbial olive branch, again to yet another person this one however was not from his past but more his future. Stopping at her office door Luke pressed the chime, if suspected from his questioning of other crew members and his own opinion of her Mrs Mckenzie would be working or at least procrastinating in her office, it’s was what he’d be doing.
- Luke Wyatt, ML
At the chime Revna sat up, dropping her feet to the floor. Middle of the night? Someone else either couldn’t sleep or preferred strange hours. She glanced up at the ceiling where Mike’s voice was coming through the speakers, “Sorry Love, I’ll have to turn you down for a bit,” and she grinned at herself. “Computer lower volume to level 1.” The computer trilled and the music became a soft whispered background melody to the room. “Come in!” She turned her chair towards the door and stood up to greet whoever was there.
The office was decorated in earth tones: browns, coppers, greens, deep blues and reds, soft oranges. There were paintings on the walls, real paintings, not reprints of beautiful landscapes of glaciers, deep fjords, snow capped mountains. A shelving unit on the wall held a wide range of mementoes from species and cultures from around the Alpha and Beta quadrants. Above her desk was a large round wooden shield edged in metal. Runic writing adorned it. The wood was painted a deep wine color and the writing was in a deep cobalt blue. In the center was a depiction of shield crossed by a claymore and a traditional Nordic bearded axe. On the wall across from her desk was a small but comfortable sitting area with a couch and two chairs and a low table. Her desk was neat but it was also equally obvious she had been in the middle of work.
As the doors opened she nodded to herself. “Mr. Wyatt, please come in. Would you like something to eat or drink?”
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