Posted by Lieutenant Commander Jessica Teller (XO) in XO’s Office

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Nikki Brako (Chief of Operations) in XO’s Office

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Jessica Teller (XO) in XO’s Office
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It was about that time and Nikki had taken the interminable lift ride up up up to where the boss lady hung out. It had taken a long time, to him, for them to get around to him. The Iotian didn’t think that the security fellow would let this lie. The question was - did he go on his rant because he was sweet on the lass, that he was wantin to score points with her by comin down on him so hard, or was he showin an ill intent to his past? Or a bit of all three wrapped up in a high strung power trippin package that he would so make a ‘hit’ on him like that fer no reason.

The thing about stations was that they took the turbo out of lift making it all feel very slow. But at last he made it and then trekked the final short distance to her office, where he buzzed. Whatever happened, really, Nikki was not concerned.
- Nikki

“Nikko Nikko Nikko,” Jessica said coming up from behind him. If anyone would took a picture of her face now and change her uniform out they might say she reminded them of an old teacher or principal. “We need to stop meeting like this. Can’t we do a luncheon or maybe a drink at the casino one night?”

Brigitte, his first wife, started off scoldings with ‘Ki-Ki-Ki’, though that was more with gritted teeth and flashing eyes. He wondered if he preferred that to the more demure sounds of the lady boss. “Aye, but people would start talkin. This way they can only guess.”

“I like the way your mind works,” she let out a half laugh. “If people were talking about something in this place I have no idea what I would do.”

Her comment was mostly in reference to the last time they met when she arrived behind him again only with a diaper bag in town spilling coffee all over she promised it wouldn’t happen again. Seems at times life repeats itself.

“Shall we,”. She gestures into the room

Lt Commander. Jessica Teller. XO

Nikki entered the room. Sure it felt like bein called to the principles office - or would if he had every actually been at a regular school. He didn’t sit yet; somewhere in there he wasn’t sure if the meeting would last that long. It didn’t take much to fire him. Granted that was not something that would bother him. “What can I do for ye, boss?” he asked.
- Nikki

“Give me less headaches,” she motioned to the replicator. “FYI report to Harland when we are done here but tell me about Sigma Iota? What’s your homeworld like,” she took a sip of her coffee and sat down at her desk.

Lt. Commander Jessica Teller XO

Nikki’s one brow rose some but he ended up letting out a shrug instead. “Well, after Boss Kirk left after puttin Bela in charge the gangs quieted down some. There were still some hits goin on but after some time they saw there was more te be gained by a certain mutual cooperation than constantly makin hits on each other.” He put a finger up in the air. “It didn’t end, and after a while different gangs came up lookin after different things. It was in that time that we started puttin the tech together and meetin other peoples and doin business. You could say that we had options then and others te be puttin hits on. After all, everyone is simply part of another gang.”

“Now? The families are still important and those who got ahead are still at odds with one another. The terms have changed. Gang is now Company. Members are now Employees. But the heart is still the same in the competitive mind. Now we just have eyes more out there in space than just on the world.” He looked out the window to space. “I grew up mostly in space on our family liners. Don’t much like planets. Too much ..” his finger twirled up in the direction of the ceiling. “.. empty space up there.” He smiled in a wistful expression. “But the heart of the gangs are still there and lawyers tend te bring their boys along with them. So the gangs are now powerful families who make hits through the lawyers. A bit mercenary but it works. The cities are taller. Bigger. Still a lot of open country and the bosses tend te have big .. ranches out there.” He smiled again. “Harder te hit.”
- Nikki

If Kelly had a magical lamp that she could rub, her wish would be to be back at the academy in Lars Thridace’s Prime Directive Theology class. Nikko’s assessment of the complex gala-political landscape was narrow yet brilliant in it’s simplicity. One generation’s enemies were another generation’s friend which spoke to the ancient saying the enemy of my enemy is my friend. While Starfleet claimed to be open to all, it was really open to all depending on the situation. When Starfleet needed something, they tended to overlook the very things Starfleet stood for hiding behind the words of accepting differences and respecting the autonomy of others. When Starfleet didn’t need something, the powers that be often assumed haughty postures and firey rhetoric condemning the actions as vile or irresistible. Many people would say Jessica was disgruntled with such views however she was in intelligence and had seen what went on behind closed doors. Nikko however was correct; it was just one gang making a treaty with another gang.

“You have a very eloquent way of speaking the truth,” Jessica stated leaning back in her seat taking in every line, hair, and feature of his face, “and one that I tend to agree with. Old Thridace back at the Academy might not see the big picture as you do but then again I have meet a lot of people that do see the world as you do. They are some of the most introspective and honest people I have met. I value that,” she took a long sip of her drink. “So who do you see as the next ranch that might need a talking to?” Jessica wasn’t trying to be sly or manipulative in her question. She also began to think that maybe his talents were being wasted as an operations officer and that he should have been in intelligence.

Lt. Commander Jessica Teller XO

OOC: Oy! Had to sit on this one to think about it!
IC:

“Fer that ye have te watch and look beyond the mouthpieces. Ignore the frail spirits who are only judges in disguise who want ye te conform to their righteous standard.” He waved a thick hand. “They mean nothin and that cause will blow over to another then the next one along the way. They’ll always be around. The way I see it the Feds are gettin too big. They are the big brother and others want a piece of that action, but with size comes grudges. Ye can’t pander to them all and they can’t all be the favorite of the boss. So ye start gettin smaller gangs forming among the others because each listen to each other. The Klingons are a small picture of that with their families.” He rubbed a hand along his short Mohawk. “Like the Iotians too fer that matter. But there as I see it is the where the heater hits the hand. Ye will either see the Feds become an overlord te control the lesser gangs or it breaks apart under its own weight, or it erupts into a gang war.”

“The way I see it is that the Feds think they are the righteous ones and that is dangerous. Their ideals are not matched by the people because the people are people no matter what planet they are from and everyone is flawed, but the ideal is not. What bosses need a talkin to? The ones who harp the most about it? No. It’s the ones who don’t care about the ideal and who think they have a better one.” He shrugged. “Maybe they do. Maybe they don’t. But everyone needs te be proud of who they are and where they come from.”
- Nikki