Posted by Captain Ael Aihia (CO) in Sim: Checking in with the Admiral

Posted by Spiral Vortex Of Doom (Storyteller) in Sim: Checking in with the Admiral

Posted by Captain Ael Aihia (CO) in Sim: Checking in with the Admiral
Posted by… suppressed (13) by the Post Ghost! 👻
After a night of deep contemplation, Aihia decided it would be best to speak to the Admiral, herself. With command of the bridge being held by the ranking conn officer, she knew she had relatively an hour before the said Officer would be off shift. Thus, she quickly dressed, slipping on her red tinged uniform and pulling back curly hair, to reveal slim, pointed ears. Adjusting the pin upon her chest, she retrieved her PaDD, sliding it beneath her left arm, where it stayed put against her left ribcage.

=^=Computer; locate Admiral Loquehart.=^=

Waiting for an answer from the computer, Aihia have a brief comm to the Conn Officer, making him quite aware there may be a delay in his relief, due to a meeting she had. Certainly, she did not specify as to who or why this so-called ‘meeting’ was in place, however, it was only proper to notify the man, in case there was a slight chance that she would not make it to the bridge in time to relieve him from his position.

Captn. Aihia
CO

The computer responded =/\= Admiral Loquehart is in his quarters. =/\=

Votex

Bump

Aihia rose an eyebrow at that, however there was no given reason for the sudden shift in expression. Adjusting her uniform, she headed towards the Admiral’s assigned quarters, running over what she planned to speak with him about. Upon her arrival, she pressed her hand to the chime, awaiting further commentary.

Aihia
CO

The doors slid open as a voice said “Please come in.” The Admiral was seated on a couch in the middle of the room reviewing something on a PaDD. “Hello, Captain. Nice of you to drop in. Please have a seat. And what brings you to these fine, fine dignitary quarters?” Loquehart said with a friendly smile.

Admiral Loquehart

Dignitary? A peculiar choice of words for quarters upon a ship such as this. However, she dare not question such a high-based decision of explanation. Inclining her head, she made her way to sit across from the man, straightening her stance, clasping her hands upon her knee, which was now draped over her left. “Firstly, I came to see how you were faring. I hope all is well with you, sir?” She inquired, “Is everything satisfactory, as of now?” Simple to get these mundane things out of the way, first.

Aihia
CO

Loquehart smiled and nodded knowingly. “It is, Captain. Now what really brings you here?” he asked

Loquehart

“Forgive me, Admiral, there is no intentions of overstepping,” Aihia began, considering what was going on. “But there is still some uneasiness going about, regarding this whole mission. Officers are being asked to pursue certain task without any information beyond ‘it is for our current mission,’ for reasoning behind it. I do not wish to pry you, but I do feel there is more than you are telling us, sir.” Her words were both blunt and tactful, “It is obvious there is more to this than simple negotiations, based upon the range of personnel you have brought upon this ship. Do you fear negative reaction from the proposed species, sir?” She paused, taking this slowly, as not to overstep her rank. Of course, Aihia was a captain and she felt the urgency to know what was going on. Not to mention, what exactly was her ship expected to do? It wasn’t quite understandable, based on what little the Admiral had them knowing.

Aihia
CO

Loquehart smiled. But this smile was not like his normal diplomatic one. This one was more… tired. “Ah, I see.” and he stood up and walked over to the desk and opened a small black box that was sitting on it, retrieved a cigar from the case, and walked back and sat down - leaving the case open on the desk. He lit the cigar and took a puff. “Don’t worry about the smell. These have no aroma, just taste. If you care for one, help yourself, Captain.” he said, staring intently at Aihia.

Loquehart, Admiral

Aihia fought the urge to ask if he was all right, but she knew that was not exactly her place to ask, especially being so far beneath his rank. Keeping her tongue, she watched him and that small black box, a bit curious and concerned as to what rested inside of it. Cigars? Those still existed? She had assumed they were wiped from the trade with how dangerous they were for the person who smoked them. Wiped from Starfleet, at least. Although, this man likely held much higher a class than Aihia did, making it a bit unsurprising that he would have been the one smoking a cigar. His state made her wonder if she was supposed to take one, or if she wasn’t. Aihia didn’t smoke, she drank from time to time, but she didn’t smoke. Couldn’t smoke. “I appreciate the offer sir, but I will have to pass.” She smiled, politely.

Aihia
CO

The Admiral cocked his head slightly to one side, his gaze never leaving Aihia. “I would recommend you reconsider. The taste of a good cigar can be very relaxing. Helps open the mind to new things, even.” and he took a long look back at the box and then back to the Captain. His eyebrows raised slightly and his eye seemed to be trying to say something.

Loquehart

Why did it matter so? Aihia furrowed her eyebrows in the slightest, considering it for a few seconds. She had never smoked, it was bad for her lungs, lungs that still held the signs of asthma. “If it didn’t have so many risks, sir, I would. Unfortunately, I cannot risk that. Thank you, though.” How could a cigar relax her? What woukd relax her in it? The nicotine? Or whatever matter was in those. “I think space is an addiction enough, sir. It opens my mind quite clearly to new venues.”

Captain Aihia
CO

The Admiral looked at the Captain with a long look that had a tinge of exasperation. “Well, before you leave, I insist you take one with you. You never know when you may fancy it.” he said with a chuckle. “Now, as to your questions. Can you be a bit more specific? ‘Uneasiness’ and a question as to my selection of staff is a bit… general… for this hour.” he said, and blew a cloud of odorless smoke above his head.

Loquehart

“Of course, sir. I will be sure to.” And then likely to give it to Si’Rek for something to look at, and if he didn’t want it, then to put it away and probably forget completely about its existence, to be quite frank on the matter. “My Executive Officer and I find that we are walking on eggshells during this situation. Everything we say or do is never going to he set in stone to those we command. After all, at any time, those orders can be vetoed by your or any of your staff that claims they have been given your permission to do so. This is one of the reasons for the feeling of uneasiness on this ship. Nobody has a rock hard definitive, besides the Marines, of what they are supposed to he doing. I have my people on basic orders, but you can only keep a ship calm with routine scans and monitoring for so long, sir. Not to mention, they have no idea who they are supposed to he listening to.” She paused, “I suppose I am asking for clearer communication between your people and mine, for starters. Something to make it easier for people to know what they are doing and who they are taking orders from.” It was one of the lesser issues, but one always had to start somewhere.

Aihia
CO

Loquehart took another draw from the cigar and looked intently at the Captain. “Captain, I’m not sure where you got the impression that I would be the kind to countermand your orders. And I certainly wouldn’t want my staff to be under that impression. Wait one, won’t you?” he said, and stood up and walked to the desk. He picked up a PaDD and came back to the couch and sat down. Tapping commands into the device he worked diligently for a few moments and then handed the device to Aihia. On it was an order:

“To All Diplomatic Staff and Officers Stationed Aboard USS Dauntless:

It has come to my attention that some of you may be operating under the impression that we run this ship. We do not. The Dauntless Crew and Command Staff have been courteous to allow us the use of this vessel for our mission; a mission that, may I remind you, that they are not used to. With all the challenges that a Federation Membership Treaty involves, I will not allow further complications to arise from my staff running rough-shod over the crew of this ship. We are the guests. You will bear that in mind during our stay on board.

Rear Admiral Loquehart, Star Fleet Diplomatic Corps”

Loquehart looked at the Captain and said “That has been sent to every member of my staff, Captain. If you or your crew run into any… ‘complications’… don’t hesitate to bring it to my attention. Now. As far as you and your XO walking on eggshells. My only advice there is… don’t. Either of you can come to me at any time and we can work through whatever complications may arise. Your ship, your rules. We will work around you, Captain. Of course, there are some diplomatically sensitive arenas that you will not be privy to; but those we can address as they arise. And I give you my word they will not endanger your ship or your crew. Deal?”

Loquehart

Aihia was perhaps the slightest bit surprised at how amicable the Admiral was to the issues they had been facing. However, the officer did not so much as dare to allow her feautures to mirror the bewilderment of her thoughts. In fact, she offered only a petite smile, finding it kind of the man, while mostly professional, to recognize such a fact. It pleased her, to understand they had no intentions of controlling her crew. At least, the Admiral didn’t. This didn’t eradicate her of all concerns for the future, but it would allow for a moment of peace.

“Thank you, sir. I don’t mind if any of your personnel wishes to work with any of mine. However, I don’t feel it necessary for them to have the ability to be able to control them. Thank you, for clearing that up.” Simple and precise, words unscripted but flowing just like one. “For as long as you are aboard this ship, our crews are, in a sense, one. Both working alternative tasks for different reasons, but still together. As long as they can respect each other and their places, I doubt there will be any further issues regarding this.”

Aihia set the PaDD down, raising her attention back to the older Admiral. “Of course, and it was perhaps foolish for either of us to believe that we should. Or, truly, my foolishness to have the Commander be so cautious of his step.” Ael was not the most diplomatic of people, having been raised and trained by the Romulans. However, she at least knew how to make amicable and pacifistic conversation, without causing any havoc on either side. For a moment, she only considered what had been said, but she didn’t say anything.

Inclining her head, she nodded. “Deal, Admiral.”

Captain Aihia
CO

Loquehart chuckled and said “Good. Now then…” and he paused and looked at her again, the intensity of his gaze seeming as if he could look into her somehow, “… what is concerns you, Captain? I’ve been around enough to know that ship’s Captains don’t just show up to discuss things that could be settled via other avenues and in more… restrained… venues.”

Loquehart