Commander David Cody: No Age Jokes, Please

[hoodsdavid]

((USS Daedalus))

:: A rapid re-rezzing formed on the transporter pad. David blinked slow as he took a long look at a part of a starship he hadn't set foot in gods knew how many years. The transporter chief gave him a brief look from the terminal as David stepped off the pad onto the ship toward a tall, sharp-faced woman with dirty-blond hair tied back in a ponytail, two and a half pips attached to her collar. Those hawkish green eyes of hers, along with the cut, lithe figure, set off the memory. ::

Cody: The last time I saw you, Ms. Scythe, wasn't there just one pip?

:: Elizabeth Scythe smiled, not the pretty sort. ::

Scythe: Welcome back aboard the Daedalus, Commander. Admiral Dunning told us to expect you.

:: With one raised brow, David joined one of his old tactical officers as they headed for the door. Scythe took a swift, level look at his clothing... rather, his civilian clothing, and sniffed. ::

Cody: Was that before or after he informed me?

Scythe: ::serene:: I wouldn't know, sir. However, I would not call that 'appropriate' attire if you're heading for the bridge.

:: Exiting the transporter room, David caught the starkness of the walls and the scent of recycled, fresh air as he glance around and back. A few officers and crewmen passed both directions as the pair headed toward a turbolift. ::

Cody: So catch up me to speed. What exactly did Dunning say?

:: Her precision, military-like trot brought a few too many memories back to the fold as they neared the turbolift. ::

Scythe: For the moment, the Daedalus is temporarily yours again. Commander Lemeire is on a leave of absence in any case.

Cody: Who's the FO?

:: Scythe gave David a long look. He met it as he realized just how much things had changed over the years and mentally gave himself a shake. oO Okay... I really need to get caught up to speed. Oo He treated her to a single once over while mustering some kind of dignity. ::

Cody: Stupid question. I suppose congrats are in order.

Scythe: Save it, Commander. Just get into uniform before on bridge. ::making a face:: We're already outbound and will be in warp within the next few minutes.

Cody: Where are we heading? Dunning was sparse with details.

Scythe: Border of the Federation, a system called Garridon. Your friends over at Intel San Francisco HQ have been hounding Dunning for the last hour.

:: Intelligence? David blinked. As a former Director of Intelligence himself, a few things fell into place. oO Something smells here. Oo He withheld any other comments, as he felt sure somewhere a message waited for him to explain who issued the recall, which would lead to the why. The where Scythe gave him. The when Dunning laid down. As to the what, David felt sure it would be addressed once they got him back into uniform. ::

:: A sudden shift, he felt it rather than see it, told David the Daedalus jumped to warp. He shook his head. ::

Cody: Alright. I'll scrounge up something appropriate and get up to the bridge. Any messages, route them to the temporary quarters I'm assuming I have somewhere. ::flashing a crooked smile:: And no old jokes.

Scythe: ::deadpan:: Old jokes, Commander? Whatever do you mean?


TBC...


Commander David Cody
USS Daedalus