Lt Alex Storm - There Are Worse Fates

[Karen Morris]

(USS Artemis-A, deck 8, Chief Tactical Officer office))

Alex stared at her PADD.  Her stomach still felt like it was trying to turn itself inside out. 

Storm:  I’m just going to jot that down, so I don’t forget it for the next time we meet. She tipped her head at Nat.

That was an easier sell as she keyed some information into her PADD.  

Cole: Better to catch blind spots in training than write them into an incident report later.

Commander Silveira leaned back in his chair. While still looking busy, writing on her PADD, she asked.

Storm:  Anything else, Commander?

Silveira: Not that I can think of… ::he looked at each in turn:: If you need anything I am here to help.

Cole: Aye, Sir. We’ll make sure it’s something the crew can actually use.

She looked at Nat and nodded once.

Storm:  While still ensuring that it meets your criteria.

Her eyes swept back to Sil.

Silveira: As I said I know your work and I trust you both. Just thought to get you a few pointers and something to work on. And you make a great team.

Cole: We’ll make it worth the trust. ::glancing to Alex with a small, confident smile:: Looks like we’ve got homework.

Storm:  But at least there’s some value in it this time.  Not like back at school.

Silveira: Carry on then. Dismissed Lieutenants.

Cole: Aye, Commander.

Storm:  Yes, Sir.

Alex stood and followed Nat toward the door.

Cole: ::glancing to Alex:: Looks like you’re stuck with me.

Alex gave her a sidelong, mischievous glance. 

Storm:  I suppose there are worse fates.

Alex said as she shrugged, and the door closed behind the duo.

End scene for Storm

Lt Alex Storm

Tactical Officer

USS Artemis

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