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Log 0x0109 Part Four 0x06

* Tara McEndicott *

Taking my seat back on the bridge... Monica was a bit hesitant to give it up (but I have some positive thoughts on that subject)... I ask, "Is everyone okay?" That last on shipwide.
"She most certainly is," Nat says, gushing over Monica. Smiling, I remembering her being like that with Aileen. That's who she is at her core, she loves a battle hero. "I'm good," Monica says, snuggling into the blonde's arms.
"Nad?" I ask.
"I'm fine," she says, with the same deadpan tone she would say if she were in agony. I can see she is anything but and still suffering from those earlier attacks. Removing her pain, I heal her body and strengthen her shields. "Now you're fine," I tell her.
"Thank you, Captain," from the XO. Who still seems annoyed. She's broadcasting her irritation by being put under Monica's authority. Nothing less than what I did myself. But I need this whole crew committed to what we do.
"I've got the powerplant close to repaired," Sue chimes in. "Can you spare Nat?"
"I can," I say. Looking to the blonde, she nods, her fingertips brushing Monica's hand as she leaves.
"You should do something about your cat," Nadia says to Monica, not kindly.
"I will, XO," my sister says, "but she was attacked as well by the Esper on the Terakonn." Her ire rising a bit. Bad feelings between her and Nadia. Need to address that fast.
"Still," I say, walking over to her and Quasar, scratching behind the Tabby's ears, "make sure Quasar is okay as well."
"Tuna goes a long way in healing," the tabby tells us.
Laughing, I tell Monica and Quasar, "why don't you go to the galley and whip up something nice for Quasar. Like some baked haddock?"
"Bless you, Captain."
"I'm not tired," Monica replies. "I'm needed here on the bridge."
"We're not at GQ now," I tell her, "and my hard working crew deserves what down time they can get."
"You could assist Lieutenant Hancock in Engineering," Nadia suggests. With the intent of getting her off the bridge.
"If you want," I add. "Dinner for you and Quasar and then help Sue and Nat if you are so inclined." She may be very inclined to be with Lieutenant Fontaine.
"But - " she starts.
"No buts," I cut her off. "We may have need of your skills later. I need you rested so you will be at your best. That is an order. Dismissed, Ensign." She's not happy about it, but she scoops up the tabby and heads for the lift.
"Let's talk," I say, walking toward Nadia. The XO. My ex. On a couple of occasions. There is animosity there. Plenty to go around. Directed toward me and my sister. "What's on your mind?"
"Nothing I can't handle," the Romanian bulwark says.
"Okay," I say, "I won't press you. But I will remind the crew that our cohesion as a unit is paramount. It's the seven of us against the galaxy."
"Seven?"
"Including Megan and Quasar," I remind her.
"I hate that cat," Nadia admits.
"I'll work with Monica to help - "
"Work with?" she interrupts, indignant. "You're the Captain. Start acting like it."
"If this is in reference to Monica in the chair," I respond, "I have thoughts on that." She glares silently at me. "Sofia and I had discussed the role of 'Tactician.' A member of the crew who could, when need arose, respond to a crisis when the Captain (who is busy dealing with the crisis) and temporarily take command when ordered to do so.
"That sounds a lot like what the XO does."
"It was not what Sofia had in mind." Playing the Sofia card. We both served under her and have nothing but respective for our former commander and former President. "She knows the ship needs the XO to keep the crew in line."
"She's so young."
"You saw what she did," I say. "She's tailor made for that role."
"She wants the Chair," Nadia observes. "That was obvious."
"She can have it when the time is right," I explain.
"She may want it all the time," the brunette clarifies. "And I don't think you can stop her if she makes a grab for it."
"She's coming into her own and independent, sure," I say. "But she's no maverick. I want to use her skills as tactician and assign her a special projects role. She can help all of us be better, stronger."
"Maybe..."
"Anyway, I need to look to Megan," I say. "And see if Indefatigable has sufficient manufacturing capabilities so I can fabricate an android body. Because Meg deserves hers." Nadia nods at that. "You're in Command."
Taking the Captain's Chair, she says, "Acknowledged."
I head toward the lift.
I have a sister to save.

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Log 0x0109 Part Four 0x06

* Tara McEndicott *

Taking my seat back on the bridge... Monica was a bit hesitant to give it up (but I have some positive thoughts on that subject)... I ask, "Is everyone okay?" That last on shipwide.
"She most certainly is," Nat says, gushing over Monica. Smiling, I remembering her being like that with Aileen. That's who she is at her core, she loves a battle hero. "I'm good," Monica says, snuggling into the blonde's arms.
"Nad?" I ask.
"I'm fine," she says, with the same deadpan tone she would say if she were in agony. I can see she is anything but and still suffering from those earlier attacks. Removing her pain, I heal her body and strengthen her shields. "Now you're fine," I tell her.
"Thank you, Captain," from the XO. Who still seems annoyed. She's broadcasting her irritation by being put under Monica's authority. Nothing less than what I did myself. But I need this whole crew committed to what we do.
"I've got the powerplant close to repaired," Sue chimes in. "Can you spare Nat?"
"I can," I say. Looking to the blonde, she nods, her fingertips brushing Monica's hand as she leaves.
"You should do something about your cat," Nadia says to Monica, not kindly.
"I will, XO," my sister says, "but she was attacked as well by the Esper on the Terakonn." Her ire rising a bit. Bad feelings between her and Nadia. Need to address that fast.
"Still," I say, walking over to her and Quasar, scratching behind the Tabby's ears, "make sure Quasar is okay as well."
"Tuna goes a long way in healing," the tabby tells us.
Laughing, I tell Monica and Quasar, "why don't you go to the galley and whip up something nice for Quasar. Like some baked haddock?"
"Bless you, Captain."
"I'm not tired," Monica replies. "I'm needed here on the bridge."
"We're not at GQ now," I tell her, "and my hard working crew deserves what down time they can get."
"You could assist Lieutenant Hancock in Engineering," Nadia suggests. With the intent of getting her off the bridge.
"If you want," I add. "Dinner for you and Quasar and then help Sue and Nat if you are so inclined." She may be very inclined to be with Lieutenant Fontaine.
"But - " she starts.
"No buts," I cut her off. "We may have need of your skills later. I need you rested so you will be at your best. That is an order. Dismissed, Ensign." She's not happy about it, but she scoops up the tabby and heads for the lift.
"Let's talk," I say, walking toward Nadia. The XO. My ex. On a couple of occasions. There is animosity there. Plenty to go around. Directed toward me and my sister. "What's on your mind?"
"Nothing I can't handle," the Romanian bulwark says.
"Okay," I say, "I won't press you. But I will remind the crew that our cohesion as a unit is paramount. It's the seven of us against the galaxy."
"Seven?"
"Including Megan and Quasar," I remind her.
"I hate that cat," Nadia admits.
"I'll work with Monica to help - "
"Work with?" she interrupts, indignant. "You're the Captain. Start acting like it."
"If this is in reference to Monica in the chair," I respond, "I have thoughts on that." She glares silently at me. "Sofia and I had discussed the role of 'Tactician.' A member of the crew who could, when need arose, respond to a crisis when the Captain (who is busy dealing with the crisis) and temporarily take command when ordered to do so.
"That sounds a lot like what the XO does."
"It was not what Sofia had in mind." Playing the Sofia card. We both served under her and have nothing but respective for our former commander and former President. "She knows the ship needs the XO to keep the crew in line."
"She's so young."
"You saw what she did," I say. "She's tailor made for that role."
"She wants the Chair," Nadia observes. "That was obvious."
"She can have it when the time is right," I explain.
"She may want it all the time," the brunette clarifies. "And I don't think you can stop her if she makes a grab for it."
"She's coming into her own and independent, sure," I say. "But she's no maverick. I want to use her skills as tactician and assign her a special projects role. She can help all of us be better, stronger."
"Maybe..."
"Anyway, I need to look to Megan," I say. "And see if Indefatigable has sufficient manufacturing capabilities so I can fabricate an android body. Because Meg deserves hers." Nadia nods at that. "You're in Command."
Taking the Captain's Chair, she says, "Acknowledged."
I head toward the lift.
I have a sister to save.