- RP Date
- YE 45
- RP Location
- NSS Episcopus
NSS Episcopus
Captain's Suite
Violetta's lilac eyes were obfuscated by the glare her square glasses cast as they sat above a grimacing expression. The flick of her pupils from one parcel of information to the next was uniform, as if facilitated by a metronome. The only irregularity in her person was the idle shift of her ankles and thighs towards and away from one another coupled with the movement of her hands to and from keys and controls on her computer.
Accompanied with a sharp tone, a pop-up window appeared on her screen and disappeared with a swift movement of the Admiral's hand to the less conspicuous option on the window. With a deep inhalation, Violetta closed the applications running on the computer and turned it off before pulling her glasses off of their three points of contact with her head. Her hands both lingered on her temples as her deep lavender eyes closed while she exhaled. She was exhausted, but willing to act on the desire to sleep during this critical time of operations only when an alarm prompted her to do so. The humor of being able to wake in a timely manner on her own and without external provocation while needing an alarm to remind her to sleep was lost on her, but the utility was not.
With another deep inhale, she pushed her hands from the slender frames to where they rested on the bridge of her nose. Her long, delicate fingers splayed over her eyes and dark brows and her fingertips began rubbing beneath her side swept black bangs. She kept one hand on her head, massaging, while her other palm pressed against the table to stand.
Another tone, duller than her alarm, chimed from the datajockey on the desk's mahogany surface beside her and when the Admiral picked it up with the hand previously on her forehead, she promptly sat down and pulled her glasses on before typing out a terse reply on the pad and punched the console's display awake with a swift haste. Before the terminal had come alive, the door in front of her had opened.
A Commandant entered, Leo Taylor of the Intel and Counter-Intel section of the IPG with a quick apology. He had been there years ago when De Luca and Barrett Valke had reformed the IPG—a dauntingly large task which Taylor had handled better than most could.
Leo began, "I apologize for the late hour. You advised all pertinent information be brought when it is known."
"That is what I said," Violetta said dryly. "What do you have?"
"One of our best sources of information is on board. We were able to move her across lines earlier tonight."
"Just one of the best, Commandant Taylor? Why isn't she the absolute best source we have?" Violetta asked as her eyes flicked to the screen of her console and her hands brought her rectangular glasses back to the bridge of her nose.
"The absolute best sources on this turned out to all be liars," the Commandant said. "We can count on them to tell us every and any answer but the truth. This one, she'll tell you what hurts."
"The truth hurts," Violetta said. "What have you gotten from her?"
"Best she tells you herself, Admiral. Rear Admiral McNao concurs, best if this is left spoken."
"So you've cracked open something that stings and you want me to pull it out, is that it?" Violetta's bright amethyst eyes curled into thin moons under the strain of her coy smile. "And here I was thinking the IPG was on my side, Taylor."
Leo closed his eyes briskly as a half smile raised. "It's late. Do you want to meet with her tomorrow?"
"Have her come in now, if you please." Violetta could see the informant was near enough in the ship that Leo Taylor had anticipated Violetta would want to pry open this puzzle with immediacy.
Taylor nodded, "I don't foresee any problems, Admiral."
"Thank you for what you do, Commandant," Violetta said before the IPG section head was out the door.
The Admiral took in a breath, then pressed her palm to the table and stood, walking in measured steps across the plush green carpet. She breathed in and held her hands behind her back and her baby blue pencil skirt splayed out as she stood with her pumped feet hip-width apart. Not one to wear her feelings on her sleeve, Violetta noticed the soft pressure on her chin and cheek. She was smirking, but with a twitch of her lips she had wiped the smile from her face. The light from the hallway beyond the doors cracked through as they opened marginally then all at once.
Captain's Suite
Violetta's lilac eyes were obfuscated by the glare her square glasses cast as they sat above a grimacing expression. The flick of her pupils from one parcel of information to the next was uniform, as if facilitated by a metronome. The only irregularity in her person was the idle shift of her ankles and thighs towards and away from one another coupled with the movement of her hands to and from keys and controls on her computer.
Accompanied with a sharp tone, a pop-up window appeared on her screen and disappeared with a swift movement of the Admiral's hand to the less conspicuous option on the window. With a deep inhalation, Violetta closed the applications running on the computer and turned it off before pulling her glasses off of their three points of contact with her head. Her hands both lingered on her temples as her deep lavender eyes closed while she exhaled. She was exhausted, but willing to act on the desire to sleep during this critical time of operations only when an alarm prompted her to do so. The humor of being able to wake in a timely manner on her own and without external provocation while needing an alarm to remind her to sleep was lost on her, but the utility was not.
With another deep inhale, she pushed her hands from the slender frames to where they rested on the bridge of her nose. Her long, delicate fingers splayed over her eyes and dark brows and her fingertips began rubbing beneath her side swept black bangs. She kept one hand on her head, massaging, while her other palm pressed against the table to stand.
Another tone, duller than her alarm, chimed from the datajockey on the desk's mahogany surface beside her and when the Admiral picked it up with the hand previously on her forehead, she promptly sat down and pulled her glasses on before typing out a terse reply on the pad and punched the console's display awake with a swift haste. Before the terminal had come alive, the door in front of her had opened.
A Commandant entered, Leo Taylor of the Intel and Counter-Intel section of the IPG with a quick apology. He had been there years ago when De Luca and Barrett Valke had reformed the IPG—a dauntingly large task which Taylor had handled better than most could.
Leo began, "I apologize for the late hour. You advised all pertinent information be brought when it is known."
"That is what I said," Violetta said dryly. "What do you have?"
"One of our best sources of information is on board. We were able to move her across lines earlier tonight."
"Just one of the best, Commandant Taylor? Why isn't she the absolute best source we have?" Violetta asked as her eyes flicked to the screen of her console and her hands brought her rectangular glasses back to the bridge of her nose.
"The absolute best sources on this turned out to all be liars," the Commandant said. "We can count on them to tell us every and any answer but the truth. This one, she'll tell you what hurts."
"The truth hurts," Violetta said. "What have you gotten from her?"
"Best she tells you herself, Admiral. Rear Admiral McNao concurs, best if this is left spoken."
"So you've cracked open something that stings and you want me to pull it out, is that it?" Violetta's bright amethyst eyes curled into thin moons under the strain of her coy smile. "And here I was thinking the IPG was on my side, Taylor."
Leo closed his eyes briskly as a half smile raised. "It's late. Do you want to meet with her tomorrow?"
"Have her come in now, if you please." Violetta could see the informant was near enough in the ship that Leo Taylor had anticipated Violetta would want to pry open this puzzle with immediacy.
Taylor nodded, "I don't foresee any problems, Admiral."
"Thank you for what you do, Commandant," Violetta said before the IPG section head was out the door.
The Admiral took in a breath, then pressed her palm to the table and stood, walking in measured steps across the plush green carpet. She breathed in and held her hands behind her back and her baby blue pencil skirt splayed out as she stood with her pumped feet hip-width apart. Not one to wear her feelings on her sleeve, Violetta noticed the soft pressure on her chin and cheek. She was smirking, but with a twitch of her lips she had wiped the smile from her face. The light from the hallway beyond the doors cracked through as they opened marginally then all at once.