- RP Date
- YE 45.9
- RP Location
- Nepleslia
NSS Episcopus
Captain's Suite
"I look forward to when you are delivering me news," Admiral Violetta said to Commandant Leo Taylor as he arrived into her chambers aboard the Shaika-class. At his arrival into her office she pushed her glasses down the crest of her nose.
"News about the calamari out there attacking one of our colonies of deer ladies." The commandant stood near the closed door, looking as if he had one foot in one foot out on the green shag carpeting. "We've sent a squad of zoomies out to get whatever prelims, which turned up to substantiate reports."
"They're deer women, not ladies. They haven't the manners to be called such." Violetta said as she dropped her shoulder and pulled up a pair of gloves and pushed on one single finger at a time.
"Aye, sir."
"Time to really join this war, then." Violetta said as she tugged on the last finger of the sky-colored gloves and stood, pulling her jacket from the back of her chair up with her. "This task is more than suited to the Fourty Ounces battlegroups and the second assault fleet's flagship. Thank you for keeping me apprised earlier and thus ready to sortie. We'll have the NSS Pimpilicious and the old ball 'n' chain on standby. If you wouldn't mind resuming your command duties from there, that would be splendid."
"Roger. Sounds like someone to fight that we can't feel bad about putting out of its misery," Commandant Taylor said.
"Yes, unlike slavers, apparently," Violetta said bitterly, recalling one of the Nepleslian Admirals shirking the same task when it had been Kuvexians. She was already drawing the cuffs of her blue blazer taught as she came around the side of her stout wooden desk. She pulled her datajockey with her as she headed to the door.
"We'll ship out within the hour. Oh and Commandant?" Violetta asked, stopping to look up at Taylor.
"Yes?"
"Did the records indicate Callaghan?"
"Roster says it, Sir." Leo Taylor said as he tapped the datajockey at his waist. Through line of sight, a file was sent from his to hers. She pulled up her own datajockey and made a slight tap of it toward her temple, as if saluting. He opened the door for the both of them and they stepped out onto the bridge's raised platform. She saw Taylor tapping away, likely relaying orders, even as he jogged down the steps away from the suites.
"He makes a better XO than you," Violetta said in a low voice as she looked towards Nero Ramani's room, then down to the handful of bridge crew. Below her dozens of consoles sat unmanned, but Violetta knew that would change in the coming minutes. At her behest, she changed the large screens on the walls to show the outside of the ship. Breathing in as she looked at the stars that surrounded the Episcopus, she smiled. Before marines arrived, she wanted to read what Leo had sent her about Callaghan, though, and she looked back to her datajockey and tapped her gloved finger to the screen.
Titled starkly in the field for operational classification was the word Gonads with the Captain Callaghan's name just below it. But what made her smile truly fade was what she read below within the after action report.
Captain's Suite
"I look forward to when you are delivering me news," Admiral Violetta said to Commandant Leo Taylor as he arrived into her chambers aboard the Shaika-class. At his arrival into her office she pushed her glasses down the crest of her nose.
"News about the calamari out there attacking one of our colonies of deer ladies." The commandant stood near the closed door, looking as if he had one foot in one foot out on the green shag carpeting. "We've sent a squad of zoomies out to get whatever prelims, which turned up to substantiate reports."
"They're deer women, not ladies. They haven't the manners to be called such." Violetta said as she dropped her shoulder and pulled up a pair of gloves and pushed on one single finger at a time.
"Aye, sir."
"Time to really join this war, then." Violetta said as she tugged on the last finger of the sky-colored gloves and stood, pulling her jacket from the back of her chair up with her. "This task is more than suited to the Fourty Ounces battlegroups and the second assault fleet's flagship. Thank you for keeping me apprised earlier and thus ready to sortie. We'll have the NSS Pimpilicious and the old ball 'n' chain on standby. If you wouldn't mind resuming your command duties from there, that would be splendid."
"Roger. Sounds like someone to fight that we can't feel bad about putting out of its misery," Commandant Taylor said.
"Yes, unlike slavers, apparently," Violetta said bitterly, recalling one of the Nepleslian Admirals shirking the same task when it had been Kuvexians. She was already drawing the cuffs of her blue blazer taught as she came around the side of her stout wooden desk. She pulled her datajockey with her as she headed to the door.
"We'll ship out within the hour. Oh and Commandant?" Violetta asked, stopping to look up at Taylor.
"Yes?"
"Did the records indicate Callaghan?"
"Roster says it, Sir." Leo Taylor said as he tapped the datajockey at his waist. Through line of sight, a file was sent from his to hers. She pulled up her own datajockey and made a slight tap of it toward her temple, as if saluting. He opened the door for the both of them and they stepped out onto the bridge's raised platform. She saw Taylor tapping away, likely relaying orders, even as he jogged down the steps away from the suites.
"He makes a better XO than you," Violetta said in a low voice as she looked towards Nero Ramani's room, then down to the handful of bridge crew. Below her dozens of consoles sat unmanned, but Violetta knew that would change in the coming minutes. At her behest, she changed the large screens on the walls to show the outside of the ship. Breathing in as she looked at the stars that surrounded the Episcopus, she smiled. Before marines arrived, she wanted to read what Leo had sent her about Callaghan, though, and she looked back to her datajockey and tapped her gloved finger to the screen.
Titled starkly in the field for operational classification was the word Gonads with the Captain Callaghan's name just below it. But what made her smile truly fade was what she read below within the after action report.
- OOC Notes
- Green-Blooded Space Stories