> > > t'Llhweiir remained in Ops. "Commander," she said with a nod of
greeting.
> > > Although she seemed calm, there was something cold and dangerous about
> > > her.
> > >
> > M'Rrenn cold smell that something was up... "Good day Admiral
> > t'llhweiir. Admiral Lasiter is out fishing, so I doubt that he has seem
the
> > news. I am sure he will call in when he finishes playing fisherman,
sir."
> > he replied trying to decide if he wanted to prick a hole in the dam- aka
ask
> > what is on her mind.....
>
> She raised an eyebrow. "No one notified the CinC, either?" she asked.
>
> She clinched her jaw tightly and drew a deep breath through her nostils,
> as if she was fighting for restraint--and narrowly won it. "Commander,
> would you please open a direct, secure channel to Admiral Lasiter."
>
"Admiral, it is my understanding that on his fishing trips he has
not been taking his comm badge. However, I will try to raise him." he
replied politely.
{response}
He tried to make the connection, but no one answered. Then..., "Hello. Are
you trying to reach Admiral Lasiter?" came a female voice.
"Yes, I am. This is Commander M'Rrenn from Spacedock. May I ask
where he is?" the cat replied.
"He is fishing. He has not taken his comm badge with him on his fishing
trips. He did not want to scare the fish away. By the way, I am his sister
Caroline. May I take a message?" the woman replied.
To which M'Rrenn replies, "No thank you. I will try again later. Enjoy
your day."
He closes the channel and turns to the irratated Admiral next to him. "It
is as I feared, sir. However, LCMR Firehawk is with him. I will try her."
{response if any}
"Spacedock to Commander Firehawk. Please respond."
{response}
