BEGIN SIM

BEGIN SIM

BEGIN SIM

:: standing in front of the vanity in their quarters, preening at her hair while awaiting Lexy's help to get dressed ::

:: peruses reports per usual from her off-center seat on the bridge, making do and failing to distract herself from thinking of the captain ::

:: hops out of the Skylark to catch up to Ammora :: :: has grouchy face on ::

:: sits in her chair in her office in the medical research lab, feet up on the desk, head lulled back, audiobook playing over the office speakers while she sleeps ::

:: exits the shuttlebay, heading down the corridor ::

TAC2: :: calling after him :: Hey.

:: at the helm, idly checking in on the status of the Rocinante ::

:: stops :: CEO: Hey.

:: holds out a pair of underwear first :: CO: Do you need help with these?

:: catches up :: TAC2: What the hell are you doing?

:: is assured by the deck chief that yes, for the fifth time, his fighter is good to go ::

:: is at her console, focused on her work ::

:: narrows eyes :: CEO: I'm sorry?

:: smirks :: CSO: I think I can manage. :: takes the panties and puts them on ::

:: points back at the Skylark :: TAC2: The gotcha malarkey back there.

:: is on the bridge, staring blankly down at the console ::

CEO: I don't know what you're talking about.

:: holds a bra in front of her, arranged in such a way that Kate can step into it and put her arms through the straps without lifting them too far ::

:: does just that with a smile of gratitude ::

TAC2: Don't play dumb with me, Scott. We're not 15-year-olds.

:: in the holodeck, perusing a datapad and attempting to determine which of these holoprograms is considered acceptable training to become qualified to helm a starship. There is quite a list of options ::

CEO: :: laughs:: Well, I would agree with that, but here we are. :: moves down the corridor ::

:: jerks awake after a couple of pages, blinking and rubbing her face and trying to decide if it’s been minutes or hours ::

:: fastens the undergarment once Kate steps into it, adjusting it for comfort, before reaching for the uniform pants that she'd left sitting on the counter :: CO: I'll hold these so you can step in without having to bend down too much.

:: kicks her feet off her desk and holds her head in her hands for a minute as she wakes back up ::

:: huffs, follows him :: TAC2: What was I supposed to see in that transmission log? Huh? What did dumb li'l Zoë miss that the All-Knowing Scott Ammora was brilliant enough to notice?

:: nods :: CSO: Alright. This could be humorous, at least.

:: rewinds her audiobook to the point she remembers and turns it off ::

:: steps into the pants without issue ::

:: taps edge of the console, glancing at the rest of the bridge crew ::

:: lifts them up Kate's legs to fasten them at the waist, all business ::

:: nods with satisfaction, starting to feel even better as she's put together ::

:: stops abruptly :: CEO: Stop. I don't know what's going on with Hannah. But, I'll be brutally honest that I don't like her. I don't like the way she treats me, I don't like the way she deflects questions, and I sure as hell don't like how she's in to you the way she is. She's bad news, Zoe. And, maybe I was reaching hoping to find something on her. Be mad that I give a fuck about the ship, about what we're doing here with the Xovul... and... about you. Take it or leave it. I don't care.

:: nods slowly :: TAC2: Oh, okay. I get it. This isn't about what you suspect she's up to at all. This is all about you.

:: pulls up a report and continues work on it, not wanting to leave the comfort of her office ::

:: picks up the uniform top and unzips it, then gently slides Kate's still-lowered arms into the sleeves to put the garment on, settling it across her shoulders before zipping it up ::

:: takes a deep breath ::

:: stops what she's doing :: CO: Hurts?

CEO: Think what you want.

:: find herself blinking tiredly once more. She rests her head on her hand as she types, yawning ::

:: sighs, no new reports for a while, looking around the bridge herself ::

:: smiles :: CSO: No. Well, yes. But I feel like me again, even if this uniform is not completely regulation. :: glad the jacket isn't scratchy since the usual undershirt isn't there ::

:: evenly :: TAC2: And you think what you want. :: turns back toward the shuttle bay ::

CSO: Captain Harper, reporting for duty. :: smiles at her wife ::

:: makes brief eye contact with Kuari, before quickly turning her head to answer a message from a lab ::

CEO: You're horribly short-sighted.

:: puts her head down on her desk for one minute—just one minute, promise ::

:: steps back and looks at Kate with an appraising eye, gesturing for her to turn this way and that ::

:: does so, gingerly ::

:: lingers her gaze on Herschel a moment, then keeps looking idly around ::

:: frowns at the caution in so simple a motion :: CO: You know, you don't have to do this, Kate.

:: doesn't turn around as she walk away :: TAC2: Said the pot to the kettle.

:: glances over at Herschel, checking in since he knows she hasn't been handling this well ::

CEO: At least you know it.

:: rolls eyes ::

:: rubs forehead as she sends the message, and glances back around, looking over at Navarro in silence ::

:: takes another deep breath :: CSO: Logically, I know that. Kuari has the ship and Finley has the fleet, and the machine keeps moving...

:: punches the bulkhead ::

:: wonders if those deep breaths hurt ::

CSO: But I need to do this, for me. And I think it will help morale to be seen up and about.

:: snoozes lightly, arm between her head and her desk. ::

:: gives Herschel a nod and returns to updating coordination network solutions for the fleet ::

:: folds her arms across her midsection :: CO: Mm. Well. The ground rules I laid out earlier stand. Are you as comfortable as you can be?

:: nods and smiles :: CSO: Yes ma'am. How do I look? :: tries to appear captainly ::

:: gets back to the Skylark ::

:: pauses as she considers what the right thing to say here is ::

:: already halfway through a cocktail; smirks :: What did our favorite jitterbug have to say for himself?

:: opts for honesty :: CO: You look tired and in pain and very brave.

:: rolls her eyes :: The Marines take on children now, I guess.

:: doesn’t stir when a nurse comes looking for her, and said nurse opts to let her have her little office nap ::

:: starts wandering the halls ::

:: cheerses :: Fine pack 'a goons you got runnin around with the heavy weapons. What do you feel like doin?

CSO: Then, shall we? :: gestures to the door and moves toward it, pausing next to Lexy to give her a little kiss :: And... thank you, love.

:: flops into the copilot seat, sighs :: I dunno.

:: mutters to himself :: This is ridiculous.

CO: Mmph. This is all against my better judgment. But you know I can't say no to you. Captain. :: makes a sweeping gesture toward the door with her arm, inviting Kate to exit their quarters under her own power ::

We could always do some farming...

:: after staring blankly at the console she sits up and blinks very rapidly, sending a message to lab 1, asking if they happen to have tardigrades ::

:: stretches, arching her back in the chair :: Ughhhh, I'm all holo'd out for a while, I think.

:: walks out of their quarters and to the turbolift, making a conscious effort to mask any discomfort ::

:: has a wonderful dream where she’s making her own wine from drakberries ::

:: sends the same message to the other labs. just in case. ::

Well, what's there to do on this ship that ain't kickin around on a holodeck?

:: gives Anna a little pat before exiting herself, jogging a few steps to pull abreast before slowing to Kate's injured walking pace :: CO: I'm happy to assist you if you like, I just thought you'd want to do this yourself.

:: enters the TL with her and directs it to the bridge :: CSO: Thank you, but I can do it.

I just feel like being around people. Real people. Forward lounge?

:: stops at the nearest computer panel ::

:: checks the duty roster ::

:: nods, her assumption confirmed :: CO: I'll return to my station, then, once we arrive... but just call for me if you need me. :: reaches down and takes Kate's hand, squeezing it briefly before releasing it ::

:: downs the rest of her cocktail, hops out of the chair :: I'm game for some regulated synthehol, why not?

:: gratefully returns the squeeze, then walks out onto the bridge once the door opens ::

Oh, come on!

:: turns from her console, raising a confused eyebrow at the captain and CSO appearance on the bridge ::

:: taps the console :: Well, down time it is.

:: heads off to Ten Forward ::

:: hears the doors swish open, her eyes wide when she sees Harper, and she gets up :: CO: Captain...I mean-- :: straightens :: Bridge: Captain on the bridge!

:: puts on her business face and exits the turbolift behind Kate, then relieves the person who was sitting at her station, sliding into the seat and pulling up the latest status reports ::

:: snoozes peacefully, a nice break from the past few weeks ::

:: also hops up :: I could go for some Gusmati cheese fries, myself. :: follows Hannah out of the Skylark ::

:: smiles at everyone on the bridge as she walks to the center seat :: XO: Status report, Commander?

:: moves into the turbolift :: Deck Ten.

:: looks over towards the captain ::

The hell's Gusmati cheese fries?

:: looking at her console, but listening to Kate doing the thing she wanted to do so badly ::

:: looks around briefly before dropping her voice to near a whisper as Harper comes close :: CO: The ship's just fine, probably better than you're doing...shouldn't you be resting?

:: whispers back :: XO: I will manage, my friend.

:: makes a mental note to thank Kuari later ::

:: pauses in front of her chair but doesn't sit ::

A Gusmati dish where a fried hulla tuber is covered in cheese made from the milk of some livestock animal called a fro'ik. Fifteen hundred calories of warm, gooey goodness.

:: swallows heavily and in a louder voice :: CO: Only minor repairs left, Captain. Atlantis is good to go.

:: exits the turbolift and heads into the lounge ::

XO: Thank you, Commander. CSO: Get me Captain Finley on the Columbia, please.

:: is surprised to be addressed so quickly :: CO: Aye, Captain. :: sends the hail ::

:: stands supportively abreast of her captain, in case she needs someone to hang onto, but tries not to look like it ::

Makes you wonder how many cultures have discovered the joys of drowning a starch in grease. :: gets into the turbolift with Zoë ::

:: answers the hail, appearing on the main viewer, and his eyebrows shoot up when he sees Harper standing on his main viewer :: +CO+ Captain Harper! It's good to see you up and about.

:: moves into the lounge and goes straight to the piano ::

:: gets a whole lot of nos in response, and frowns to herself, before turning towards the main viewscreen ::

:: nods to Finley :: +CCO+ Thank you, Captain. It is good to be up and about.

:: sits down ::

:: takes a breath, starts playing ::

+CO+ How can I help you, Kate?

+CCO+ I just wanted to let you know that I have the fleet, Chuck.

:: smiles his charming, winning smile :: +CO+ Yes you do, Captain. :: nods to his Ops officer ::

:: is blissfully unaware as a patient comes into sickbay, as Doctor Straynj sees to them ::

:: somehow manages to resist turning to look at Kate with disbelief ::

:: affectionately puts her hand on Zoë's lower back, moves it around to her waist ::

:: stands a bit too rigidly and surreptitiously relaxes a bit ::

+CCO+ Thank you, Captain. We will be departing for Refuge shortly. Stand by.

:: leans in sideways ::

+CO+ Aye aye. Just give the word.

:: nods :: +CCO+ Atlantis out.

:: anyone looking closely at the set of her jaw would know that Lexy mad ::

:: plays haphazardly ::

:: steps out of the turbolift with Hannah, walks into the forward lounge ::

:: sits down, and she fucking feels it, but makes no reaction other than the slightest involuntary hitch in her movement ::

Self: Come on, you've played this a hundred times.

:: looks toward the piano :: Zoë: Well look who's torturing the ivories.

:: is externally calm, but internally furious ::

:: raises eyebrow, and awkwardly turns away. nope ::

:: looks :: Hannah: Just ignore him. From our conversation we just had, he'll probably do the same.

CSO: Commander, inform the shipyard that we will be departing.

:: gets his composure back ::

NAV: Mr. Navarro, have the Fleet form up for a coordinated transition to slipstream.

:: sits also, watching Harper with just one eye ::

Zoë: No argument from me.

CO: Aye, Captain. :: her tone is ever so slightly clipped, but she sends the message to the shipyard right away ::

:: wanders into the lounge, having been off-shift, and gives a sharp glare to both Ziredac and the CEO before approaching Ammora with a sharp sound of his uniform boots on the tile to get his attention :: TAC: Deep breath, Lieutenant.

:: starts playing again ::

Hannah: Go pick a table. What do you want? First drink's on me.

CO: Sí, capitana. :: routes the formation command through the coordination network ::

:: looks up at MED2 Jasper ::

ACTION> The five Starfleet ships form up ahead of the five Free Fleets ships.

:: shifts in her chair, uncomfortable but not enough to wake yet ::

:: why can I breathe the tension in the air? this is a nope. just nope. ::

:: smiles lightly. :: TAC: You got this.

NAV: The destination is Refuge. I assume you have a slipstream solution?

CO: I do.

MED2: Uh, thanks... I'm a little rusty...

:: looks over at Tactical ::

'On me,' in your little post-scarcity, post-money society. Cute. I'm feeling classy; shot of Fernet-Branca. Let's see how y'all's replicator synthesizes that.

XO: Make the ship ready for slipstream flight. NAV: Warp speed across the fleet.

:: internally :: Self: I can't believe she fucking lied to me.

CO: Aye aye. :: engages the coordinated warp command ::

Hannah: The hell's 'Fernet-Branca'?

ACTION> All ten ships go to warp in a coordinated display of special effects, leaving the original three Free Fleets defenders, now repaired, at the shipyard.

Zoë: :: grins wide :: Tastiest thing in the galaxy. You'll love it. Get two. :: keeps a poker face ::

TAC: And I understand that you're rusty, but do you want me to do anything about Ziredac and D'bryn? :: asks, silently making a note to tell his wife about the expressions on the CEO and Ziredac later that night ::

Hannah: Alright, sure! :: goes to the bar to order ::

:: looks to Jasper :: MED2: I'm sorry, what? :: chuckles nervously ::

:: acknowledges the slipstream commands :: CO: Shields configured for slipstream flight

:: keeps playing, his eyes watching Hannah and Zoe ::

TAC: Come with me after that song? If you would, please.

:: blinks awake, looking around slowly and smacking her lips ::

:: nods absently ::

MED2: Yeah, give me a second.

:: defies her instinct to sit at a table directly facing Scott, also defies urge to shout out stupid requests ::

:: stares down Hannah ::

:: picks a far table, facing away from the piano ::

:: rubs her face and slowly sits up, grumbling quietly ::

:: finishes the song, with a trill at the end :: MED2: Where to?

:: nods to Grey and turns to Harper :: Ship is ready for slipstream, Captain.

:: stands up and stretches, now determined not to doze off again ::

XO: Thank you, Commander. NAV: Activate slipstream.

:: sits down with the order, holds up her shot of fernet to cheers Hannah ::

Zoë: Cheers. :: drinks, hiding her eager expression to see how Zoë reacts ::

CO: Sí, capitana. :: engages the coordinated slipstream :: One minute.

:: gestures for them to step out of the lounge, leading the way out and into the hallway :: TAC: So, want to explain why I caught weird expressions from you, Ziredac and D'bryn? :: raises an eyebrow, waiting for the explanation ::

:: drinks the fernet, winces long and hard :: :: crams cheese fries into her mouth :: Hannah: The fuck is that?!

:: leans her head back and takes a deep breath, ready to leave the place of stressful memories and move onwards ::

MED2: Okay...?

CO: Ten seconds to slipstream.

:: cackles, sips her fernet :: That's fernet, babe! Here, I'll drink yours. :: snatches the rest of Zoë's drink and slides it over to her side of the table ::

MED2: I don't know what you mean.

:: is very upset that Kate was dishonest with her about her intentions because she knew good and well that Lexy wouldn't have agreed to this--they will have words about this later ::

:: shakes her head but can't help but smile :: Hannah: You unimaginable asshole.

:: hears the alert and sits back down ::

ACTION> The slipstream tunnels open in front of the five Starfleet ships, and they each pull a Free Fleets ship into slipstream behind them.

Zoë: Can I try a fry?

Hannah: No, they're the most disgusting thing in the universe. You'd hate them. :: crams more in her own mouth ::

TAC: And I call bullshit. Let me ask this plainly: Is this something I need to tell my wife about?

CO: Slipstream flight achieved, all ten ships are stable. Flight time will be less than twenty minutes.

NAV: Excellent, Mr. Navarro, thank you.

:: perks an eyebrow :: MED2: With all due respect, Lieutenant, I don't report to you. And, I'm also a bit worried that your wife would send her husband to ask me a question that she herself should have asked me personally. Unless there's anything else?

:: watches Hannah drink the fernet :: Hannah: You actually like that stuff? It tastes like it's not meant for carbon-based lifeforms to ingest.

:: is still watching Harper with one eye, glad that captain chairs are fairly comfortable and supportive ::

Zoë: Oh yeah. Love it. There's this distillery back on Earth that used to make tea until they switched over to spirits, and they make a killer fernet.

:: frowns very hard ::

:: doesn't wait for a response, re-enters the lounge ::

:: nods slowly :: TAC: She hasn't even left the bridge except for off-shift, and we rarely see each other outside of our quarters. Grey doesn't use me as a messenger to ask questions, I just notice things more often than not, and the way you and the two ladies were eying each other signaled there was something more... happening. ::

:: dismisses Jasper with a wave of his hand ::

ACTION> A day later, the ten ships have re-joined with the larger fleet at Refuge, and are back to waiting for news of Xovul movement.

:: sits on the bridge now, on bridge duty for the day ::

:: in Main Engineering engineering the engines ::

:: shakes his head slightly with a chuckle, turning to head down to the medbay ::

:: still feels like she can taste the fernet, winces ::

:: in her ready room, not pushing herself after her argument with Lexy last night ::

:: pokes her head out of the turbolift :: XO: Hey Commander? Now a good time to try and have that brief chat with the captain?

:: idly works on a report, coordinating with sickbay which is mercifully empty ::

:: lands in his quarters ::

:: at her station, not really mad anymore, just exhausted and disappointed ::

:: taps away diligently on his computer :: Computer, record message...

:: keeps her head down to try and help herself block out the weird vibes ::

:: in the holodeck with T'Lira, running the CAG through starship piloting simulations and pointing out key differences between a Mustang and a Sovereign-class ::

:: is watching the bridge again, but knows Harper is close by, somewhat happier that she is at least in the relative comfort of her ready room. When she hears Hannah's voice, she turns and looks, considering the question. At the same time, she notices Acacia get up from her station and cross the bridge :: Hannah: I think you'll need to come back in a few minutes.

+MED+ Harper to Acacia. Please report to the ready room.

:: is not at all used to anticipating the reaction times and types of starships versus a fighter, thus is idly wondering if she should not have brought some form of note taking material ::

No, computer, belay that.

Self: Get it together, Scott.

:: sits up straight and a shiver runs up her spine. For a moment she panics, then she feigns calm. She doesn’t bother answering on the comm, instead simply rising and crossing to the ready room door ::

CAG: You might be surprised what you can actually get away with with a big ship. The Sovereign is quite maneuverable, and the intertial dampeners will spare you most of the crew complaints. :: chuckles ::

:: enters the ready room and waits a moment for the door to close behind her :: CO: Reporting.

:: tapping at console, doing the usual science/ops thing, getting more used to it ::

NAV: So it would appear. It is certainly quite different from a Mustang, however. There is significantly more surface area to account for.

:: smiles at Emily and stands, a little more easily than yesterday, and crosses from behind the desk ::

:: smiles faintly, looks her up and down, then observes unabashedly :: CO: You feel better than yesterday. Bit by bit, eh?

CAG: That's definitely true. You want to avoid exposing the top and bottom cross-section to enemy fire, if you can avoid it. The saucer's a bit of a big target.

:: replays Weston's message, pausing on his face ::

:: sees the cute doctor lady enter the ready room :: XO: Ope. I'll wait. I love waiting on the bridge.

:: nods :: MED: Bit by bit, yes. My body is constantly reminding me of its limitations.

Self: You're right.

NAV: That is greatly understating the matter, I believe.

:: nods faintly :: CO: I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for that. :: she raises a curious eyebrow, and the statement comes out as a question :: CO: But that’s not what this is about?

:: watches the ready room door, having hoped Harper was taking a nap instead, but apparently not ::

:: tries to be as unnoticeable as possible as she waits outside the ready room ::

:: stands up ::

:: nods :: MED: That is correct. :: allows herself to lean against the front of her desk, having no need to disguise her condition from Emily :: You are probably aware that Dr. Tailor has departed.

:: straightens his uniform ::

::moves into the corridor ::

:: enters the turbolift :: Shuttlebay 1.

:: opens her mouth and then closes it, twice. :: CO: I am...

MED: Then I would like to offer you the position of Atlantis's Chief Medical Officer.

MED: I know that it might not be your forte, but I think you are ready to take this step.

:: steps off the turbolift, walks down the hallway ::

:: walks in and sees the Skylark ::

CAG: A bit, yes. :: chuckles :: But you can do many of the same maneuvers to minimize your targeted cross-section that you would in a Mustang.

NAV: I do indeed see the similarities, although the physics and aspect ratios are vastly different.

:: splutters, beginning the stages of grief with denial :: CO: I... Doctor Straynj outranks me, has been here longer, and is a family practice. I’m... I’m a researcher, not—

:: cuts her off :: MED: Emily. You are the best doctor aboard, and I cannot imagine anyone better for the job.

:: moves to the replicator in the far corner ::

Computer, lump of charcoal, solid.

:: watches it appear on the replicator deck ::

:: shifts her weight from one foot to the other, then goes through several visible emotions. She finally stops and takes a deep breath and smirks :: CO: I suppose I’m not going to change your mind, am I?

:: picks it up, tosses it up and down in his hands a little bit ::

:: shakes her head and smiles :: MED: No, especially since the CMO is also my personal physician, and you are the one that I trust most with that job.

:: picks at her fingernails a little :: Random bridge officer: Hey, how ya doin.

:: hurls it with all his might, at the Skylark ::

:: watches it bounce off the back bulkhead ::

:: pats down her uniform then pats her sides, shrugging :: CO: Well... alright. I accept. I’ll do it.

CAG: Absolutely. Give that evasive pattern another go. I think you'll have the hang of it now.

:: looks over at hannah, and tilts her head :: Hannah: I don't believe I have seen you before.

:: beams at her :: CMO: Wonderful! Congratulations, doctor! :: extends her arms, offering a hug ::

:: gets comm from the Skylark computer :: Skylark> *Alert. Small projectile collision. Source: Thrown by individual standing outside on the shuttle bay.

Computer, replicate another charcoal piece.

:: does as instructed, taking extra note of the different ways the ship moves versus how a fighter moves, making sure to minimize the target surface area available ::

:: watches another appear ::

:: goes in for the hug, gentle and mindful of exactly where Harper hurts ::

Self: Excellent.

CAG: Sí, sí, that's more like it.

:: picks it up and hurls it again at the Skylark ::

SCI: :: smiles, gives 'one-minute' :: +Skylark+ Identify source? Skylark> +Hannah+ Human male. Starfleet Marine. Rank: Second Lieutenant.

CO: This will be new to me, but I think I can handle it. Maybe expect some growing pains, eh?

:: nods in acknowledgement ::

:: clears throat :: XO: Oh, Commander?

:: directs her attention to the bridge's guest :: Hannah: Yes?

XO: I believe one of your officers is currently throwing things at my ship on the shuttle bay, if my ship's computer is her usual hyper-accurate self.

CMO: Of course. I know that you will succeed!

:: sighs :: XO/Ziredac: I'll handle him.

:: hyper-accurate? is that even a word? ::

:: wonders how Grey seems to know who it is...? ::

:: frowns and bristles visibly, turning to look at Grey in mild surprise. Apparently Grey knows who it is, and by this Kuari knows who it is. She nods with a frown for Grey to go ::

:: smiles, still somewhat nervous at the prospect and cursed to wear her emotions on her sleeve :: CO: Permission to be dismissed from bridge duty to move my things into my new office?

CTO: Thanks, Captain, you're a peach! SCI: Sorry, hey, hi. Hannah Ziredac. :: offers hand ::

:: grins :: CMO: By all means, doctor!

:: takes hand and gives it a very firm shake :: Hannah: Rike Herschel, nice to meet you! How long have you been on board?

:: signs off her console, brushing briskly past Ziredac without a second look, and hurrying off the bridge and towards the shuttle bay, reaching it in no time and slowing her pace to a dangerous walk :: TAC: LIEUTENANT AMMORA, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?! :: stalks towards Ammora, expression angry and dangerous ::

:: grins widely, giving Kate a last pat on the shoulder before turning for the door :: CO: I’ll come back up when I’m moved in.

CMO: See you then!

:: crawls up onto a cargo container and waits ::

:: sets up a larger encounter in the simulation, a multi-ship battle like they have been in with the Xovul ::

:: looks at Grey ::

SCI: Y'all picked me up and helped me fix my ship after the Xovul made mincemeat of Refuge. Yourself? Sorry for not being up on my Starfleet stuff, but, your uniform... Engineering?

:: exits the ready room still wearing her nervous smile. She just sort of announces to the bridge, to rope them all in :: Bridge: I’m taking over as Chief Medical Officer.

:: stops and stares at Ammora, eyes dangerous :: TAC: Ass. Down. Here. NOW.

:: slides down ::

Grey: Yes, Captain?

:: smiles as Emily exits, proud of her officer and the growth she's shown since coming aboard as an Ensign ::

:: looks up at Emily with a smile :: CMO: Congratulations!!

:: turns to see the new CMO :: CMO: Hey, congrats! :: golf claps ::

:: notices Acacia right away when she appears and smiles, standing :: CMO: Congratulations, Doctor!

:: smiles and bows her head at everyone as they congratulate her :: All: Thank you!

:: then retreats behind her desk and sits with a wince ::

:: waits until he was right in front of her, jabbing a finger at Ammora's chest as she glared at the lieutenant :: TAC: Explain. Yourself.

:: looks down at her uniform color and blinks. am I colorblind? :: Hannah: Ah, no. Science. Botany specialist. I only just got here a- :: turns to Acacia :: CMO: Herzliche Glückwünsche!

:: looks around ::

:: goes back to the fleet admin work she needs to finish before the end of her shorter shift today ::

:: looks at Rike, startled... did she just sneeze or something? ::

CTO: I wanted to talk to Hannah personally.

:: turns back to Hannah :: Hannah: -a few months ago.

:: heads to the turbolift to make her way down to sickbay ::

SCI: Right on. :: pats Rike firm on the arm :: Hey, nice to meet ya, gotta have a quick word with the Big Boss. See ya round.

:: rings chime on CO's ready room ::

TAC: Then you could've called her. Or asked one of the engineers to bring her to you. Not, fucking throwing shit at her ship. :: is very not happy with Ammora's behavior currently ::

:: presses a hypo of pain meds to her neck, then puts it away and composes herself before answering :: Come in!

CTO: Ma'am, with all due respect, a piece of charcoal is the least of our worries.

:: enters the ready room :: CO: Cap'n Harper! Glad to see you're among the living.

:: opens her mouth to speak to Hannah, distracted by Acacia, but sees Hannah's already inside the ready room and hopes that she is brief ::

:: smiles :: Hannah! Thank you. What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?

TAC: OR. :: here, she holds up a finger :: TAC: You could also come and talk to me if you are having troubles. I'm not always on the bridge, you know. I'll give you a pass this time, but next time, come and speak with me before taking anything like this again. Am I clear?

:: enters the CMO’s office, now her office, eyeing all the empty shelves. She doesn’t even have enough to fill them. Another round of congratulations from the medical staff come in as she’s carrying her rainbow beetle terrarium from her old office to her new one ::

:: glances up and congrates Acacia on her new promotion, rising from his project :: CMO: Need help?

CTO: :: nods :: Understood, Captain.

CO: Well, to be brief, I wanted to offer my services while I'm here with you guys. The Skylark's services, specifically. In that battle, I was sittin on my hands. And even though she ain't a fighter, the Skylark's got some toys on 'er that'd be helpful to your flyboys.

:: clasps her hands :: Hannah: I was under the impression that we would have your help in the last battle, actually, but I will take what help I can get against the Xovul.

:: shrugs :: MED2: If you want to grab some of my stuff and just start moving it, you can.

TAC: Good. Now, get your ass out of here before Ziredac comes storming in and demands bloodshed to protect her ship's honor. :: says the last part with a playful grin, lightly nudging the other towards the door ::

:: has a number of odd specimens and samples in her office, as well as interesting tools and trinkets ::

:: nods again :: Yes, Captain. :: heads out of the shuttlebay ::

CO: Yeah, I was hoping to help out, but Zoë and I couldn't get the Skylark quite up to battle-readiness, repairwise. She's ready now, though.

:: follows, hoisting a terrarium into his arms and turning to carry it back into the CMO's office ::

CO: But thanks for letting me help. I really hate that helpless feelin, you know what I mean?

:: nods :: Hannah: Certainly. I was once a fighter pilot, and I know that I would have appreciated the help out there.

:: finishes the move quite quickly with the extra help, her final task to move the plate with her name on it from her old office door to the CMO’s office ::

:: stares at the nameplate for a long moment, looking around at all the space she has to fill ::

:: moves into the nearest office ::

CO: So, uh...who should I talk to about coordinating that, uh... that kinda stuff? Is there, like, a, uh... fighter chief guy?

:: sits down at the console ::

Hannah: Commander T'Lira is the CAG. I believe she is in the holodeck in training, at the moment.

:: sits down, worrying slightly about a non-crew member alone with her recovering captain in her ready room ::

:: is at her console, having similar worries ::

CO: T'Lira. Got it. Alright, I'll go talk to them. Thanks Cap'n. Again, glad you're okay.

Hannah: Thanks, I appreciate that. :: smiles ::

:: waves :: CO: Take 'er easy. :: exits ::

:: checks the time and sighs, picking up the PADD to take home with her, as her half-day is already over ::

:: finally sits in the CMO’s chair, admires the desk, and takes in a deep breath before slowly letting it out :: Self: Alright...

:: notes Hannah's appearance with relief, but it's not very visible as she just smiles in acknowledgement ::

:: exits to the bridge, PADD tucked under her arm :: XO: I will be in my quarters; let me know if anything comes up.

:: leans back in the chair and nods, managing a small, genuine smile :: Self: You can do this.

:: exhales a breath she didn't know she'd been holding with Hannah exits the ready room, followed by Kate ::

:: finger-guns at the XO as she heads for the turbolift ::

:: opens a recording, but doesn't send it :: Hey dad, per your instructions, the tracking unit is in place on the Skylark. When it's safe to send this, you'll get it.

:: blinks to self as she suddenly remembers finger-gunning a lot when she was younger. where the heck did that come from in the first place? huh. ::

:: almost stands again, but nods dutifully, wanting to check on Harper but now sees that she is well and restrains herself from encouraging her to rest in front of the bridge crew :: CO: Very good, captain.

:: glances at Lexy before entering the TL, heading home to go off-duty for the rest of the day ::

:: returns the glance with a slight nod, glad Kate is taking their.... discussion to heart ::

PAUSE SIM

PAUSE SIM

PAUSE SIM