LtCmdr. Talos Dakora - A Suggestion
Travis
(( Conference Room - Intel Suite, Deck 08, USS Artemis-A ))
Lieutenant Sadar had sought Talos out for advice– and for that he should've been flattered. That he'd seemingly been her first choice for advice on falsifying records under orders from the Captain– was slightly less flattering.
He supposed it came with the territory, despite nearly two years as the Artemis’ XO, he hadn't quite managed to escape the Intel Officer *mystique* entirely.
Dakora: But anyway, did that help clear things up? About what to include and what to... dis-include from your reports?
She paused and it didn't take a telepath to see that she was still struggling with the idea.
Sadar: Yes Sir... ::wrings her hands::
Talos frowned. Since the Mizarian Doctor had joined the crew, they'd had no shortage of difficult, dangerous and morally ambiguous missions. It had been an unusually turbulent time even for him. She’d even shown up in his office ready to resign at least once.
In the intervening months he’d grown fond of the perpetually jumpy Doctor, even if he thought she was in desperate need of a little loosening up.
Dakora: Are you sure you're ok? ::His expression softened:: I’ll clear my schedule and we can sit here all day talking through it, if that's what it takes to help you feel supported.
Sadar: Oh, uhh, n-no! I-It’ll be fine, it’s just... I-I realize this isn’t as uncommon as is ideal, but it still feels wrong.
Talos nodded uncertainly.
Dakora: Ok. I'll take your word for it. ::He settled his gaze on her.:: Besides, I'd be willing to bet it won't be too long before you find yourself in command, making these kinds of decisions yourself. Mark my words.
She seemed to recoil, just a little.
Sadar: With all due respect sir, extra pips are more trouble than they are worth.
A wry grin formed on his face.
Dakora: Maybe. Speaking of rank and privilege I do have– ::He screwed up his face in thought.:: well, I won't make it an order, but I will call it a strong suggestion for you…
Talos didn't bother with the technicality that he wasn't currently XO, and thus didn't really have the authority to order her to do much of anything.
Sadar: Response
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Dakora: Actually use your shore leave. ::He waved a hand demonstratively:: Go to a beach, one of the nature preserves– feel the sand under your feet, the sun on your skin… touch a tree. It's nice every once in a while, you know?
Sadar: Response
Since managing the duty schedules had been part of his job, he'd caught on to her pattern of taking on extra shifts for all of her colleagues who were eager to enjoy their leave.
It was really no wonder she was wound so tight.
Dakora: I plan to spend an unreasonable amount of time surfing those artificially perfect waves. If nothing else, you're welcome to join me.
Sadar: Response
Tag/Tbc
LtCmdr. Talos Dakora
Intel Officer
USS Artemis-A
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