Date: Sun, 23 Oct 2005 04:53:47 -0700
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
Subject: [USS Capricorn] It Ain't Easy Being Green!
MD 6/MD 1:0900 Morning status Briefing
Montana had listened quietly, nodding when needed as the officers gave
their re****ts. Despite the situation with their most recent guests,
life on a star****p still went on and many of the re****ts contained the
usual generalized stuff concerning departmental issues. But this thing
with Ensign Waverly kept poking at her. How could an officer simply
disappear without a trace. Waverly was a model crewman, he was good at
his job, got along well with his co-workers and was never late for
****fts, and most im****tantly loved Starfleet and was even working
towards a promotion. It just didn't make sense. Hopefully between
A'Kora and Ury they could come up with something tangible.
<Snip>
"514 tells me that they can't wait to get them off loaded, but we're
not
required to pick them up until we get our last remaining officers on
board
later today or tomorrow." Rico re****ted.
"Okay, that's good to know. Well, with that, you're all dismissed." As
everyone got up to leave, Avi thought to himself that he'd never
bothered to
ask the one most im****tant question. "Oh, Ensign? Who are the
ambassadors?"
<End Snip>
At the sound of Avi's dismissal Montana snapped out of her reverie. Her
attention now focusing to their newest task of picking up passengers.
<Snip>
"Yes, they're Chon Wyon Tull, and Fwen Tlon Tull and Salda Tlan Tull,
the
Ferran Ambassadors. Have you ever heard of them?" Rico asked, as
Montana and
Avi stopped dead in their respective tracks.
"Oh god." they both shuddered. "Yes, I have. Everyone better sit back
down,
we have a lot of talking to do." Avi collapsed into his chair. This was
going to take a while.
<End Snip>
Montana leaned back in her chair with a n aggravated sigh, crossing her
arms she bowed her head and rubbed her temples, *Ferrans! Why did it
have to be Ferrans and why those three?*
"Why us?" She muttered under her breath.
Hearing her Rico added looking at the Captain, "They expressly asked
for the Capricorn Sir! Weren't they on the ****p before? I wasn't here
then, but I've heard some rumors?"
The First Officer's head snapped up and the glacial look the Ensign
received from her was enough to send the man shrinking into his chair.
Avi cleared his throat to ease the sudden tension that filled the room.
"Yes, they have Ensign and Commander Phillips worked quite closely with
them, so I will allow her to brief you on what to expect."
Montana sat for several tense moments before her head slowly turned
towards the Captain. Her normally brilliant greenish-blue eyes were as
cold as stone and Avi smartly found his lap quite interesting to hide
the smirk that crept to the corner of his lips. There was something to
be said for being the Commanding Officer and being able to pass the
buck.
To get some semblance of control, the tall redhead bowed her head,
closed her eyes, pursed her lips, then taking a deep breath looked up
at the staff. What Montana really wanted to say she knew she couldn't.
That kind of language simply wasn't used in polite society.
"Yes, the Ambassadors were guests once before! Most of you were not
assigned to the ****p then but there are a few that were and I expect
those that were to be of assistance. The Ferrans have
some...very....interesting requirements." Looking across the table at
the new Ops Officer she nodded to him, "Ensign Medina, their visit will
put an immense strain on your schedule. I'm not sure how settled in
your are with your staff yet, but you'd better make it quick! You're
not going to have time for niceties!"
He looked at her rather curiously, "Commander?"
Montana's face became a mask of non-emotion, her whole aura suddenly
becoming that which people knew all to well, and wished they didn't.
"The Ferrans are still relatively new to the Federation, I suggest, no
I expect each and every one of you to familiarize yourself with their
species and culture! Looking pointedly at the Ops Officer, "Ensign
Medina, as I said the burden of this visit will fall to you! There can
be NO mistakes!" She said in a tone that sent a chill through the
group.
"Commander, my father was a ****p's captain, and I am, well versed in
Starfleet protocol."
"Protocol is not the issue, Ensign! The Ferran's have requirements that
must be explicitly adhered too!
Medina never wavered under the icy gaze when he asked, "Just exactly
what unique requirements do they have Commander?"
"For one they are extremely rude by our standards, and quite obnoxious
and will test you and your patience to the limit, and that's just the
easy part!" Jayden's eyes widened slightly and waited for Montana to
continue. Taking a deep breath the redhead let it out slowly her
impatience with the situation plainly showing, "You will have to
eliminate every speck of green on this ****p!"
The members of this staff had not been on the Capricorn when the
Ambassadors had been part of her maiden voyage so there were only looks
of befuddled curiosity and thankfully none of the sly grins she would
expect from the older members of the crew.
"Did I understand you correctly Ma'am? Did you say get rid of all the
green? As in the color?" Jayden asked in disbelief.
"Yes I did Ensign! I don't want to see green anywhere and that includes
right down to the bottles in 10-Forward!"
The officers around the table looked back and forth at each other with
an occasional curious whisper and the Ops Officer couldn't help but
crack a faint smile. The his eyes narrowed as he reflected the
magnitude of the odd command. "With all do respect Commander, that's
impossible, there is green all over the ****p! It's everywhere!"
"You're right Ensign, and I expect you to get rid of it! This isn't
some gravy run visit! Use as many people as you need, just get it done!
No doubt they will want the customary tour of the ****p, but leave
nothing to chance! There can be no green in sight anywhere, and I don't
want them stumbling across any, make sure the arbortum is kept locked
at all times. I want guards posted on any places that you might chose
to stash whatever you need to stash!" Unfortunately, the Ferrans are
valuable allies and the last thing we need is another intergalactic
incident on our hands!"
She didn't need to look at him to feel Avi's mirth as he himself fought
for control, only of a different kind. Even now he still occasionally
teased her about almost getting court-martialed over their last visit.
"Commander, what happens if they be seeing green?" Miaren asked
innocently.
Montana's head swiveled so fast to glare at the Doctor that her neck
popped making her eyes winch at the sudden pain. Her face flushed a
deep crimson and the officers weren't sure if it was from anger or
embarrassment but none were willing to question her about it. "You
really don't want to know Doctor!" She answered in a harsh tone that
let them know that this was a closed subject. Montana had no doubt that
when she got back to her office there would be a message waiting for
her from Admiral Jackson. She'd been on the hook with the man every
since the Ferrans last visit.
"Time is of the essence, get with your departments and get this done as
quickly as possible. Ensign Medina, there is already a dietary file on
the Ferrans in the ****ps database. See to it that the replicator's in
their quarters are programmed with it and nothing else, at least
nothing green!"
Seeing the odd expressions on the officer's faces Montana relaxed a
little. It wasn't their fault she'd screwed up, but then it really
hadn't been her fault either. Her tone softened a little when she next
spoke, "I can't impress on you enough how im****tant this is! Despite
the Ferrans rather odd requirements they will be accorded the utmost
respect during their visit." Looking to the ****p commander, "Captain,
have I forgotten anything?"
Avi pressed his lips thoughtfully, "No Commander, I think you pretty
much covered it." Taking a sip of his tea he nodded, "Dealing with the
Ferrans will be a lesson in patience I'm sure, but I trust you are all
up to the task. If you have any problems or questions ask some of your
staff that was part of the original crew, they will know how things
were handled. With that said, you are all dismissed!"
Unbeknownst to the group the little black cat sat quietly behind the
airvent grate listening to the briefing. She had never heard of these
Ferrans but from the sounds of it, this was going to be good.
Tag: To all! You all have some creative fun with this while I dig out
the bio for them and trust me you would be amazed at just how much
green there is in our daily lives without us even realizing it. LOL
Respectfully submitted,
Tree Deutscher
AKA
Commander Montana Phillips, USS Capricorn
***Summary***
MD 6:1900 Montana fills in the crew about their impending guests.
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