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“At First Glance : A Meeting of Two XO’s” [continue hazy flashback dream sequence from previous log… ;)] Commander Daren stared across the crowded briefing room to the view of Churchill Downs outside the large panoramic windows. He very nearly wished he could be out there walking, riding one of those HoverBikes that seem so popular with the native people, or just sitting on the soft grass and enjoying the day. After all, that’s what the rest of Coronado’s crew was doing. Well, if they weren’t at least they should be. Shore leave shouldn’t be taken for granted whenever it comes. Daren on the other hand was Management, and with the title of Executive Officer came the plain truth that sometimes you got shore leave and sometimes you just had to be ‘in a meeting’. This briefing was to discuss the new threat to the planet Reorsa: the unknown number of Hunters and Hounds that had landed here and been intent on wreaking havoc with the tranquility of this planet. She came up behind him and he barely noticed her. “Commander Daren, right?” He turned. “That’s right.” He took the PADD she handed him. “Mishelle Singer, XO on the Gryphon. I’ve got a proposal for the Admiral.”, her look was serious. Daren checked the rank insignia on his collar quickly and then pointed her in the right direction. “The Admiral is that way.” He looked into those soft emerald eyes. She smiled the sweetest smile Daren perhaps had ever seen. “Yes, I know. But…”, she appeared uneasy, “…you work for Fleet Captain Lora Kor. He has the Admiral’s ear. I thought maybe you could…” Daren stopped her, himself smiling a bit now, “You thought I could take a look at it and pass it up to my boss and there would be a greater chance of your proposal getting heard.” “Right.” She seemed to be hiding something, but just what wasn’t readily apparent. There was much mystery in this woman, and Daren liked a good mystery. “I’ll tell you what.” He looked over the first page or so of the proposal. “This jargon is a bit technical for me. Perhaps you could explain this idea to me over, say, dinner and drinks?” Mish caught on. This Commander seemed to want more then an explanation of the proposal. “Drinks will be fine, Commander.” She purposely used his rank to show that this would be a ‘strictly business’ meeting and any attempts at it being otherwise would be thoroughly put down. * * * * * * Mishelle Singer waited patiently at a small table in a Café a few street sections away from the Fisher Island Spaceport. She had agreed to meet Commander Daren there to explain her proposal to the Admiral about protecting supply lines to Reorsa during the crucial time of defense for the system. She had noticed his interest in her right away and was a little uncomfortable by it. Being a woman in Starfleet after all wasn’t an easy thing. The nearly skin tight uniforms leaved almost nothing to the imagination and often too much for the men of Starfleet to think about when there was a female around. She really wanted to be heard on this issue. She wouldn’t let this man just nod his head and ‘yes’ her to death just for a chance at getting her into bed. When Commander Daren entered the small dining area he immediately noticed her sitting at the corner table. She was facing off to one side and hadn’t been watching for him; in fact she appeared to be talking to herself. He smiled. She certainly was a silly little thing. She looked very determined in whatever she was saying as Daren carefully approached the table. “Commander Singer…” She looked up from the PADD she had in her hand and smiled. Her smile could kill him thirty times over. There was something about her. “Uh, oh, hello Commander.” Daren sat down, “What’re you working on there…?” Singer lit up like a cannon: “Well Sir as you know in this tumultuous time, a strong defense of the Reorsan System and keep a steady supply line is essential to-.” She had been shooting off words in a prepared speech like rapid fire. “Whoa! Commander, hold your horses.” Daren stopped her and smiled. “I haven’t even seen a menu yet.” “A Menu?” “Even the best and brightest Commanders need to eat, don’t they?” Daren opened the small menu on the table in front of him, smiling. She looked at him oddly. What was his game? He seemed interested in her and yet just seemed to have a good meal with some good company. She was starting to like him, but wasn’t sure. Their time in the café passed and they discussed many things including Singer’s supply-line defense proposal. Daren promised to speak with his superiors and toss the idea up the chain of command, and that was that. Until nearly two weeks later when she came knocking once again… [continue hazy dream sequence ;)] Captain William Daren Commanding Officer (IC) USS Coronado NCC-97901 Sim Executive Officer http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/bodies/depts/command.html#co ******************* As portrayed by: Chris Catterson Long Island, NY ccatt@optonline.net |