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Posted May 21, 2020, 2:08 p.m. by Commander Dira Myqian (Executive Officer) (Lindsay B)

Posted by Lieutenant Robert Mason (Chief Engineer) in USS Calypso- Transitions

Posted by Commander Dira Myqian (Executive Officer) in USS Calypso- Transitions

Posted by Lieutenant Robert Mason (Chief Engineer) in USS Calypso- Transitions
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Dira nodded and gave Mason a sympathetic look. “Look, it should have been yours, yes, and our mutual… antagonist did interfere. Don’t be too mad at the captain for going along with it initially. There is a measure of trust you have to have between an exec team. I know for a fact she wasn’t fully aware of the personal animosity between the various… parties.” Dira was doing her best to be tactful but was suddenly wishing Bob was also telepathic so they could converse without worrying about being overheard. She was, after all, enjoying her meal and wasn’t wanting to leave just yet.

Well that’s a relief, he thought. Kind of.

She set down her spoon. “But the thing to remember is that pettiness only gets you so far. He is finding that out now and we are both getting what we wanted, even if it wasn’t under the exact circumstances we were expecting. Rise above, Bob. Be the bigger person,” she said with a wink, even as she smirked. After all, they had had enough conversations to know that they both had their issues with Commander Franks. Dira hadn’t gone into depth, preferring to have managed it herself. It wasn’t just that she took over when Franks utterly failed to do the most basic and reasonable course of action, but she had made she they had lived, despite his failures. And he never forgave her and had been quietly making her life hell ever since. She would miss Elise and was sorry the captain still had to deal with the jerk for a minute longer, but Elise could handle Franks, that much she knew.

Commander Myqian, XO

“Yeah, yeah, ‘living well is the best revenge’ and all that.” Despite the dismissive words, he actually did appreciate and internalize that advice.

Myqian just smirked and scooped up the last of her soup.

“You’re doing pretty well at this ‘Command decorum’ thing already,” he said a minute later. “Like the practice you’re doing here is paying off for when someone who would actually overhear it who would care might be around.” Obviously he didn’t quite share the same assessment for the need for decorum in this particular mess hall on this particular transport ship.

“Well, that was the idea,” she said with a light laugh. “Better get it down now, lest it bites me in the ass later. Goodness knows I don’t want a stupid slip up to be the first impression our new ship gets of me.”

“I might need to practice my usual air of stoicism again before we get there, if the Ogawa is in as bad a shape as that report suggested.”

– Robert Mason, CE

Dira sighed slightly. “Yeah, sorry about that. No one’s fault, but not exactly the situation we thought we’d get. Those pesky circumstances rear their ugly head again” she joked. “Most of it seems to be dry dock work. It’s honestly amazing they were able to even tow the ship back.”

Commander Myqian, XO

“Dry dock work is still a pain,” he said. “Even if the people are good, they don’t always know how to put the ship back together the way it was. There’s always deviations from spec, and people are always used to those deviations. So ordinarily, I’d probably spend at least a month or two trying to find out how the ship actually works, just by watching it working. Now I have to do that with all the pieces spilled out all over the floor.”

The good news is, the ship design was relatively old, meaning he wouldn’t have to deal with a lot of integration failures or other defects that really should have been addressed back at Zeta Maxtor. The bad news was, he’d have to make due with whatever could be sourced or replicated now at Starbase 157, which could be a mixed bag. He wasn’t looking forward to having to deal with any damage to the warp drive, because it was one of those variable-geometry-pylon systems that were the big fad twenty five years ago.

– Robert Mason, CE

“Yeah, that’s an added layer of complication. And I don’t want you to think I’m underestimating how much work this will all be,” Dira said.

Leaning forward, she eyed him intently, her ebony eyes thoughtful. “I know it’s a small ship, with a small crew, and there will be starbase staff to help. I also know that we’re the new folks in town and there’s an element of needing to prove ourselves. But don’t let that stop you from asking for more help when needed, or admitting if the task is beyond what can be done here. No one will think less of you. And if they give you grief, you send them to me,” she said with a determined glint in her eyes. He didn’t need her to fight his fights, but both Bob and her had had an abnormally difficult fight just being able to do their own jobs lately. In short, they needed a bit if a break and the benefit of the doubt they never received from their antagonizer. Even she knew that it would take a bit to re-learn their reactions to criticism. On the Ogawa it was more than likely to be about cooperative growth and not tearing someone down. Or at least she hoped.

Commander Myqian, XO

Bob’s blue eyes met Dira’s ebony ones. He knew what she meant and where she was coming from. He had taken the whole situation a lot harder than she had because he felt a loss that seemed real to him, but it still was hard for her as well. “I will,” he said simply.

She inclined her head in acknowledgement, knowing he was being honest with her.

“Besides, anyone who tries to give us grief just doesn’t know what they’re walking into.”

– Robert Mason, CE

Dira snorted. “That, they do not.” With deep inhale and a slight sigh, Myqian gazed out across the quiet mess hall. “I have gone over the… incident, a million times in my head. Wouldn’t change any of my choices. And yet, doing the right thing did seem to get us no end of grief.”

“Did I tell you he came to say farewell?” Dira was a typically calm person, but underneath was a temper that could be provoked in the right circumstances, or even regularly by the right people. One of those said people had had an usual ability to grate on every one of her nerves.

Commander Myqian, XO


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