Post by Flynt on Jun 22, 2017 2:17:53 GMT
Stardate 93471.8
Earth Spacedock
Fleet Admiral Quinn's Office
"Admiral, I have Captain Huxley on subspace waiting to speak with you."
The old Trill looked up from reading his daily political briefing to regard his assistant with a frown. "Which one, Linnea?"
"The one you like, sir, who also happens to be the only one active right now."
"Ah, yes. In that case, put her through." He grumbled a bit as he adjusted his position in his chair. He made it through half a curse before the screen flicked from the Starfleet logo to the face of a female Trill. "Captain Huxley. To what do I owe the privilege?"
Nusore smiled and began, "I heard that someone found an anomaly near the Tzenkethi border."
"Yes, that's correct. You're on Risa now, aren't you? How's the festival this year?"
Nusore continued despite the attempt to change the subject. "...y understanding that the Bozeman has been assigned survey duties. I wonder if you'd consider..."
"Sending the Sagan? Well, no. You're on leave. A long overdue, extended leave, I might add."
"Yes, and thank you for that, but you know, the Sagan encountered dozens of different anomalies in the Delta Quadrant, and ..."
Quinn sighed and frowned slightly, "So how's your husband? Is he enjoying the extended family time?"
"...tain Hastings is an exceptional captain, that maybe a crew with broader experience could..."
"Nusore!" snapped Quinn, such that his assistant turned and looked back through the glass.
Nusore froze, mid-word, and blinked. After closing her mouth, she took a deep breath and released. "Yes sir?"
Quinn continued quietly but deliberately. "You. Are. On. Leave. The Bozeman and the Captain Hastings are both quite capable, and they almost certainly have your data at hand. If I decide to send the Sagan, I will do so, but you will stay. where. you. are."
Nusore's face began to plead before she spoke. "Sir, I just think if ..."
"No, Huxley. That's an order."
"Yes Admiral. I'm sorry to bother you." Dejected, she moved her hand slowly to the comm switch. Before she could do so, Quinn interjected.
"Nusore, is everything okay?"
She looked surprised by the question, "What? Yes, things are fine. Will's fine. The kids are fine. I just thought this sounded like a fascinating assignment and..."
"And you wanted to get back to work. No, Captain, you need a serious break from that workaholic streak you've built up in the last four years. That's why you're sitting out for a while. You're no good to anyone, yourself, your family, your crew, if your priorities aren't straight."
"Yes sir. I'll keep that in mind. Thank you." With that, she disconnected the comm and the screen went blank.
Linnea popped her head back into the office. "You favor her too much... Sir."
"Some people need a favor from time to time."
Linnea smiled and turned back out of the office, "Of course, Admiral."
Quinn muttered under his breath, "And sometimes it's the favors that others expect of you that make others' lives complicated."
Earth Spacedock
Fleet Admiral Quinn's Office
"Admiral, I have Captain Huxley on subspace waiting to speak with you."
The old Trill looked up from reading his daily political briefing to regard his assistant with a frown. "Which one, Linnea?"
"The one you like, sir, who also happens to be the only one active right now."
"Ah, yes. In that case, put her through." He grumbled a bit as he adjusted his position in his chair. He made it through half a curse before the screen flicked from the Starfleet logo to the face of a female Trill. "Captain Huxley. To what do I owe the privilege?"
Nusore smiled and began, "I heard that someone found an anomaly near the Tzenkethi border."
"Yes, that's correct. You're on Risa now, aren't you? How's the festival this year?"
Nusore continued despite the attempt to change the subject. "...y understanding that the Bozeman has been assigned survey duties. I wonder if you'd consider..."
"Sending the Sagan? Well, no. You're on leave. A long overdue, extended leave, I might add."
"Yes, and thank you for that, but you know, the Sagan encountered dozens of different anomalies in the Delta Quadrant, and ..."
Quinn sighed and frowned slightly, "So how's your husband? Is he enjoying the extended family time?"
"...tain Hastings is an exceptional captain, that maybe a crew with broader experience could..."
"Nusore!" snapped Quinn, such that his assistant turned and looked back through the glass.
Nusore froze, mid-word, and blinked. After closing her mouth, she took a deep breath and released. "Yes sir?"
Quinn continued quietly but deliberately. "You. Are. On. Leave. The Bozeman and the Captain Hastings are both quite capable, and they almost certainly have your data at hand. If I decide to send the Sagan, I will do so, but you will stay. where. you. are."
Nusore's face began to plead before she spoke. "Sir, I just think if ..."
"No, Huxley. That's an order."
"Yes Admiral. I'm sorry to bother you." Dejected, she moved her hand slowly to the comm switch. Before she could do so, Quinn interjected.
"Nusore, is everything okay?"
She looked surprised by the question, "What? Yes, things are fine. Will's fine. The kids are fine. I just thought this sounded like a fascinating assignment and..."
"And you wanted to get back to work. No, Captain, you need a serious break from that workaholic streak you've built up in the last four years. That's why you're sitting out for a while. You're no good to anyone, yourself, your family, your crew, if your priorities aren't straight."
"Yes sir. I'll keep that in mind. Thank you." With that, she disconnected the comm and the screen went blank.
Linnea popped her head back into the office. "You favor her too much... Sir."
"Some people need a favor from time to time."
Linnea smiled and turned back out of the office, "Of course, Admiral."
Quinn muttered under his breath, "And sometimes it's the favors that others expect of you that make others' lives complicated."