Captain Bridget Fletcher - "Stripped"
Amanda Nordstrom
(( Conference Room 04-118, Deck 4, Deep Space 14 ))
Bridget had been warned that morning of the events that were to take place that day. It was an exciting day, at least for her. Even if she had been at the head of a ship for two years, she still got a thrill when someone else stepped into the position and showed themselves to be worthy of the rank they were about to bestow.
How would she go about introducing the idea to Rouiancet, though? They weren’t all that different in age, though for some reason, Bridget couldn’t help but think of Lia as younger even though she was a few years older. Perhaps it was the youthful vigour of her face that gave the impression of someone of youth. That didn’t really matter. What mattered was, this was a great opportunity to celebrate, and she had come prepared.
As the woman in question appeared, however, there was nothing but a table, some chairs, and other captains sitting. Bridget herself lounged in her own chair, legs swung over the armrest on one side, back pressed against the other. Filing her nails in the rather casual position, she nonetheless turned her focus to the person who appeared in a beam of light and, understandably, immediately inquired.
Rouiancet: What am I doing here?
T'Valek: Our sincerest apologies for any interruption in your routine.
Fletcher: Good to see you Rouiancet.
Swinging her legs back around, Bridget might have affected a more formal stance, but instead, she rested one arm on the table, jabbed her other fist in her hip and leaned forward toward the newest arrival, a grin split across her face.
Other Captains: Responses
Rouiancet: I don't understand. Why'd you have me beamed in?
She had planned to answer the question, but stuffy old T’Valek spoke first, perhaps a bit impatient. He might insist that Vulcans didn’t have emotions, or at least didn’t let their emotions rule them, but she knew better than that. They were just fooling themselves, and he made his impatience pretty obvious.
T’Valek: This assembly of commanding officers has a number of items for discussion, but one is centered around you.
Captains/Rouiancet: Responses
Fletcher: Yes, well, there are some things to discuss. Especially about what you’ve been doing.
She didn’t come right out and say it. It was a lot more fun to string her along, stretch out the introduction. Of course, T’Valek had to ruin it.
T’Valek: I believe what the captains are attempting to relay is your time as commander has shown great accolades, advancement, and support for our presence here and your actions must be recognized.
Fletcher: Don’t get so excited, T’Valek. Your smile’s about to show.
Captains/Rouiancet/T’Valek: Responses
Bridget smirked and shook her head, but finally levelled her gaze at the woman who still didn’t quite understand what was happening. Lifting a finger, Bridgit waggled it in Rouiancet’s direction, like a mother admonishing a child.
Fletcher: Do you know what you’ve done young lady?
Never mind that Rouiancet was several years her senior…hot dang the woman didn’t look a day over twenty.
Captains/Rouiancet/T’Valek: Responses
Fletcher: You really are a barrel of monkeys, aren’t you, T’Valek?
Bridget shook her head as she jabbed a thumb toward the Vulcan.
Fletcher: The point is, it’s time for a change. Commander Rouiancet, your time is up. This is it. I’m afraid you’re going to have to give up your rank.
Captains/Rouiancet/T’Valek: Responses
-- Bridget Fletcher Captain USS Carol Marcus M239008AD0