Posted by Captain Remy Boudreaux (Commanding Officer) in Pre-sim (Tag Claire and Erin)
Posted by Commander Bryson Erin (First Officer) in Pre-sim (Tag Claire and Erin)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Alita Claire (Chief of Security) in Pre-sim (Tag Claire and Erin)
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Remy stared at the computer terminal in his ready room, a severely concerned look on his face as he watched the message again.
His concerned turned to determination as he hit his comm.
=^=Cmdr. Erin and Lt. Cmdr. Claire, please report to my ready room, immediately.=^=
Alita had just finished a training session with NE Baker and damned if that little red head wasn’t getting faster and faster with the chain whip. Remy’s tone seemed urgent so she didn’t bother with the dermal regenerator on her right cheek and rang the chime to the ready room a few minutes later.
- Alita, MO/COS
Remy smiled as Alita walked in with a fine sheen of sweat covering her lithe body. He always enjoyed that vision as he was usually the one to induce such a sweat. His smile vanished as he noticed the wound on her cheek. He took her chin in his hand and turned her head to get a better look at the scratch.
“Playing prisoner/interrogator wit’ someone else besides me, cher?” he joked, even if the the joke seemed somewhat forced.
Alita noticed the tone of Remy’s voice but smiled anyway.
“Not exactly. Well it doesn’t really matter, we kept our clothes on. Besides, Emily Baker isn’t my style.”
“Are Petrov and our new Ops specialist going at it again?” Commander Erin asked as he waltzed into the Ready Room. “You’d think they’d get along since they’re so alike....” Bryson saw that it was just Remy and Alita, then relaxed a bit. He wouldn’t have to put anyone into time out.
“Someone die, Captain?” The XO asked.
Remy looked at his XO in all seriousness and replied, “Almos’“
He opened a duffle bag and stuffed a few personal items inside, mostly civilian clothes.
He stopped for a moment. “Mon pere. My father. An attempt was made on ‘is life. As de oldest son, by 3 minutes and 42 seconds, of de guildmaster, it falls to me to fin’ out why and fix de situa-SHON. I already ‘ave a pretty good idea why an’ it’s partly my fault. Actually, a great deal de fault is mine.”
This drew Alita’s full attention and she gave Remy a look. If they were alone she would have told him, in no uncertain terms, that she was going with him and they could work the details out later. She had a feeling that was not what he had in mind.
“So, of course, you’re going to go right this terrible wrong.”
Her statement may have sounded a bit flippant but, it was not intended to be so.
He stepped toward Alita and placed a hand gently on her arm. ” I ‘ave to, cher. It’s my duty to de family an’ de guild. I would love fo’ you to come along, bu’ you may no’ like de consequences I may ‘ave to be prepared fo. If I canno’ fix de situa-SHON, it may be de end of my Starfleet career.”
”… and I assume command has granted your leave?” Bryson asked, knowing that the Captain would be attending to the issue either way. The XO knew that left him temporarily in command. That usually ended up in a ship being blown out from under them.
Remy turned back to Bryson. “Dey ‘ave, in a manner of speaking. Tol’ dem it was a family emergency, which it is. I jus’ did no’ tell dem everytine.”
“Bryson, of couse, you’ll take temporary command, I ‘ope. Alita and Petrov are you’ two highest ranking officers, so I’ll leave it up to you as to who acts as you’ XO. ‘Lita, I’m trustine you to make sure ‘e doesno’ blow up mt ship. If I do come back, I’m ‘opine dere will still be a ship for me to come back to.”
He offered a weak smile to the two people he trusted most on the Wolverine.
Bryson nodded his head slowly in response, then quickly looked back up to the Captain. “I have one requested,” He said, squinting his eyes, “I heard from my contact on Utopia Planitia that they’ve created a Brazen Mark 2, and I’ve wanted to get my hands on the schematics since then.” The XO stated. “Is there anyway you can get me a copy before you leave?”
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