Friends at a Distance
Posted on February 2nd, 2016 by T'Lira

In a moment of peace, T’Lira went back and opened the message she had received earlier. The only words it contained were “SAVE ME”. That left very few people to be contacted in regards to the message, as it oddly enough, had no sender. Clearly, the doing of another.

A brief check of personnel records in Starfleet, particularly those of her friends, quickly gave an answer. Not two minutes later, she was calling Elena.

The transmission was accepted, but the first thing she heard was rather odd.

“I’ve got a new jo-ob, I’ve got a new jo-ob, I’ve got a new jo-ob!” Edward was chanting as Elena had her head in her hands.

“Congratulations on your new posting to the Hoffstaad, Edward.”

Two pairs of eyes turned to the screen, mildly surprised. How they could be was a mystery, as someone had to accept the communication. Elena looked hopeful and Edward looked rather… victorious.

“Thanks. Finally, I am away from hell! I have a new job! Hahahaha!”

Elena gave T’Lira a deadpan look, “Please save me. I made a huge mistake and I don’t know what to do now.”

“I cannot be of assistance at the moment-“

Edward interrupted, “Also, when the hell were you going to inform your best friends of the impending little one? I mean, I had-“

“Eddie, if the next words out of your mouth have something to do with your constant checking of our files, I will write you up for invasion of privacy just so you can do your chant in the brig.”

T’Lira lifted an eyebrow, “I had planned to tell you in person. I clearly do not have that need any longer.”

Edward managed to look mollified as Elena grinned.

“Thanks,” she grinned, “I guess that’ll take him down a peg or two.”

“I do not know why you would wish for him to fall from pegs, but I will assume it is another human metaphor.”

“No shit,” Edward muttered, looking annoyed now. Why he looked annoyed was, again, a mystery.

Elena seemed to pick up on that and explained, “I’ve been on his ass the entire time because I’ve got Command crawling up mine asking if this is favoritism because he’s my friend and such bull. I dunno why they’re so worried. There have been married couples as captain and first officer before.”

“They wish to give the illusion that they have control over what captains do with their ship and crew.”

Edward scoffed, “They’re doing a damn good job at it.”

“Do not give them cause to worry and they will not.”

The conversation then took a spin into the depths of a debate on current Starfleet policy.