Sebastian closed the link and turned to Syra. His face was back in Captain mode, “something wrong?”
“No,” she answered him, “I wanted you to know, I’ve a order in for food delivery while we were on leave. I just needed a location, and our dinner,” she added with a smile, “why don’t you come by my quarters tonight and I will cook you something real, instead of something from a replicator.”
Sebastian glanced at his communicator in shock. He hated when Kalder did that. He had an unbelievable knack for knowing these things - scary, “erm,” he stuttered. “Why not? I could use a good, cooked meal....” the moment he said that, he mentally kicked himself and winced.
“Around seven, do you think?” Syra replied, she glanced at the time real fast and over-plesantly said, “Now, I’ve a trip to the brig to get over with. See you then, captain.” She shot him a smile at the door before she ducked out again.
Sebastian was left, scratching his hair in shock, nervousness and confusion. Had she just flirted with him? How did Kalder know? At Seven? What would he wear? “This is not a date...just an XO cooking for the captain,’ he told himself but his brain teased him.
Yah and if you believe that I have a bridge to sell you.
Syra made her way down the hall. That had gone well, she thought back on her brief visit just now with Sebastian. It was hard not to refer to him as that sometimes and it was hard not to stare at his beautiful form. He had seemed so relaxed when she had first come in – and she hadn’t realized he had a brother – brothers, he had said. With a sigh she made her way down to the security level and found the office there. She had yet to welcome their newest officer on board – and, she thought, glancing back at the padd she held, they already had mutral ground to stand on in the form of Anya Toombs. Syra stopped outside the door and waited for it to chime.
Tri sat back and rubbed her tired eyes when the door chimed,”come in,” she called staring at the padd she held in one hand and drinking soda in the next. She grunted, the padd was in Klingon. Where was Kalder when she needed him?
Syra stepped inside and smiled, “good evening, Lieutenant,” she greeted as she did. She put her hand forward, “Syra, Executive Officer. Welcome to the Silor.”
“Oh!” Tri stood up to accept the hand, “Thank you. I’m Tri, I’m sure you know that. I tell you the last CSO was a joke! I cannot decipher half the stuff he left. It’s all a hot mess!”
“Yes, it was rather – disgusting, and I apologise that it now falls in your lap,” Syra replied, “if you need help to sort it all out I will see what I can do in that department. Now,” she said, “how are you liking the Silor?”
“Thank you,” Tri flopped into her seat and motioned for the commander to take a seat. “Well, the Engineer is in the brig, so far I’ve had to threaten to shove her out an airlock to get anything out of her, my office looked lke a start went nova in it so I spent half the day cleaning that, now the last chief left me a padd full of backwards klingon...”
Syra started laughing, “so you met Anya,” she couldn’t help herself. She pulled in a breath to get a bit of composure but couldn’t keep the smile from her face, “in fact, you wouldn’t be the first to threaten her with an airlock. The captain had her –moved- to the brig however as a safe alternative – for us all. I will be dealing with her shortly. Our last Security chief wasn’t known for cleanliness so as to the state of your office I am rather not surprised. As for the klingon,” Syra made a face, “I am not fluent – but is there a way the system could sort it out?”
“Didnt think of that,” Tri blushed. She had been too headachy all day. “I am surprised she’s still on board and a Lt.! The things that woman gets away with! But I am not like the last CSO, I will make her seriously rethink giving me any issues.”
Syra made a face, “I think she knows someone important up in the fleet hiarchy somewhere – or else how did she get here in the first place? Really, she is lucky the captain has not gotten a hold of her or she probably …would not be here. There is a reason I deal with her instead of him,” she grinned at the woman across from her, “now it seems I have an ally in that. I was actually on my way down there right now to see if she wants out yet. Did you care to join me?”
“Would i?” Tri beamed. “Lemme get my guns.” she rumanged through her desk and pulled out a silver gun. It was a phaser but built to resemble an old earth .50 calire gun. She beamed, “now I’m ready.”
“Alright,” Syra said, getting up she added, “lets go.” They made their way down through the ship to the brig. Syra couldn’t help but grin with a look that said she was preparing herself for anything, pulling on her Commander’s side and then they stepped through the brig door. Syra walked up to the cell. Anya looked rather bored and with her back to her. Syra grinned, “so, Anya,” she asked, folding her arms, “ready to play nice yet?”
Tri frowned. That had to be the problem. They asked this woman what she wanted. She stood off to the side though and said nothing but watch silently as the Lt. seemed to be ignoring them. Tri spoke, “you were asked a question.”
Anya glared at them, “that depends on your definition of nice, Commander – and Lieutenant.” She lifted her head before looking the other way.
“Wrong answer.” Syra decided. She motioned for the guard to take the transparency down and went inside, “if you want out you are going to start acting like a Starfleet Officer, Anya, and not like some spoiled brat from Upper Crytox. You may not be assaulting the crewmen on this vessel. That,” Syra told her, looking the woman in the eye. It took her all she hand inside her not to reach out and strangle her herself, what sort of hypocrisy would that be, “and until that much is clear, this,” she smiled sweetly, “is your new home.”
Tri had to admit, she was impressed. She was thinking of leaving the woman in there, better yet toss her butt in the empty vacuum of space on their way to where ever they went after leaving Atira. That would put a smile on her face. “You’re getting off lucky,” she told Anya. “If it was up to me you’d be busted down to ensign a long time ago..no wait, you’d be pushing papers in Boise.”
Anya looked at them and folded her arms, “yah, well, Commander, Lieutenant – I know people, and when I get out of here,” she sneered at them, “you can be sure they will be hearing about this.”
Syra just raised an eyebrow at her and glanced over at Tri, “oh, do you want to get this one – or shall I?” She asked her.
“Oh,” Tri smirked and stepped through the opening. “This is me caring - I’m counting on it because after that, you’ll be still serving on board this vessel and everything, you’ve ever done, I can find, then you’d really be in hell.”
Anya looked at her and shouted, "are you threatening me?" She walked right up into Tri's face and stared her down, "How dare you think that you can.. if Rathan was still in Security -oh he would have your head!"
Tri smirked, braced her hand against the woman’s chest and shoved. She watched as Anya tumbled backwards against the bed. Her voice lowered to a cold sound, “if Rathan, that miserable excuse of an officer? Well here’s the reality, Lt, Rathan is no longer here. Now you have to deal with me and I have a way shorter fuse than anyone else you’ll ever meet in your pathetic existence. Don’t test me.”
Anya was in shock as she struggled to push herself up. She appealed to Syra angerily, "Are you just going to let her get away with that?" She demanded.
Syra just grinned and leaned in a bit, "there is this thing called personal space, Anya, I would look into it and -" she said with a glance Tri's way, "I didn't see a thing."
“You won’t let me hit!” Anya shouted at the commander. She got up and looked around as if she was reaching for something to break, but when she couldn’t find anything she walked right up to Syra, “and you let her! You let her push me! You Bitch! I will tell the fleet Headquarters about this, and you.. you..”
Syra was just staring, Anya in moments like this, was quite an amazing sight. How can someone be so childish and utterly stupid at an adult age to resort to saying things like – I’m gonna tell? She shook her head and sighed, “well,” she said, “I see you are not ready to play nice yet – and you should, because you are staying here until you do, and you have papers to sign, your second write up this week, I think?”
Tri stepped through the entrance again and stood facing the now red faced, pouting woman. Tri folded her arms over her chest. This was proving to be more amusing than she thought. Perhaps working on the Silor wont be as boring as she thought, “could we hurry this up?” Tri frowned. “I have a date to get to.”
“Yeah,” Syra decided, “me too – I mean – a shore leave to plan, that’s it. Its too bad Anya, looks like you are here for another night and we can try it again. You will not assault your crewmen, understood? And you will respect our new Security Officer, do you hear me?” She asked her. And when Anya only glared at her and shook her head Syra sighed and let the door slide back into place. It was a good thing she spent time in engineering – it wasn’t every day that your chief engineer got thrown in the brig.
Lt. Tri Alsa Qira, Commander Syra Bridger & Lt. Anya Toombs
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