What's For Dinner? You.

Posted on Thu Jan 12th, 2012 @ 12:20am by Captain Alex Diaz & Master Chief Petty Officer Jonathan Killian

Mission: No Room for Enemies
Location: Captain's Ready Room

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Jonathan fixed his collar once again. The dress uniforms were never comfortable in the first place and now having to wear them for what was forseeable as the rest of the mission, Jonathan wasn't happy about it. Tapping the chime on the door he waited. The noise on the bridge had subsided low enough he could block it out now waiting to be invited into the room.

"Come," Diaz bellowed, his attention focused more on the console on his desk than any of his surroundings. Even after the doors had slid closed, his eyes still remained locked on the screen, reading through the last of the content. Without even looking, he could tell who it was. "What can I do for you, Chief?"

Standing in between the two chairs in front of Diaz's deck, Jonathan stared at the man for a second. "Is there a reason you wanted to send a non-commissioned officer into a room full of potentially hostile race whom are considered by others they were previously governed by to be a lesser race?" Pausing for a second, he continued, "Don't get me wrong the Romulans think that everyone is a lesser race, but the Remans?! Really?!"

"If you don't think you can handle it, Chief, I'm sure we could find someone from one of the other ships in the task force to take your place. I just figured with your vast experience in Starfleet, you might like the opportunity and challenge this presented," the captain said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

"What else would you do? Send Boris to the Remans? We would be in a war quicker than he could be transported back aboard." Shaking his head, "No, I have no problem making the meetings Captain."

Diaz nodded. "Good."

Looking down at the PADD in front of him, "You do realize that this will probably make the Remans belive that we are viewing their claim of sovereignty as a valid one."

"That point is not lost on me or any other member of the Federation brass in attendance. When I told them we were doing this, they just about had a coronary. I'd rather deal with the fallout from that as opposed to trying to talk them off a ledge we don't want them on, or worse yet, taking the whole thing out on what's left of the Romulans and no doubt get ourselves pulled in to the whole thing too."

Smirking at the thought of the once great Romulan Empire shattered into nothing but independant solar systems. "Oh we could only hope to not be so involved in a civil war."

"I think everyone's heads are still spinning from the last quadrant-wide war, so let's try to avoid another one any time soon. Sound good?"

"It's been hundreds of years since the last time I almost started a war. I think I've learned a few tricks since then." Standing straight up and fixing his coat one more time. "Anything else I should know though?"

"You should also be aware that the Federation brass is going to be very interested in the Reman sessions, so expect to have to write more than your fair share of reports once your sessions end and personally deliver them to the brass. If the Remans don't eat you for dinner, the Federation brass certainly will."

Smiling, "I've dealt with the likes of Admiral Reardon and the Federation Council before...what's one more time? With your permission..."

"By all means, Chief," Diaz said with a curt nod, not bothering to watch as the seniormost NCO marched out of his office.

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