----- Original Message -----
From: "Christopher Salmi" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Sent: Monday, October 22, 2001 10:50 AM
Subject: SPD: Admirals, and Rear Admirals, and Commanders... oh my.
> > "Thank you. If you don't mind I will stick my head in to see
just
> > how he is doing. I will be back in a moment....."
> >
> > "Yes, sir. I will wait for you. Take all the time that you and the
> Admiral
> > would like."
> >
>
> "Thank you Commander." was all that he said as he walked into the
> office suite of the CinC of Starfleet. Just in time to hear the bellow
from
> the office, and to see a large cat-like creature go in.
>
> Tyrus not being a tactful one when it came to his older brother, just
walked
> in passing Captain Boulay.
>
> "Good day Captain." he said in passing.
>
> Walking right into the lion's den.....
>
>
> "Well how the hell are you, Sam?" started the prankster admiral.
>
> "Who the hell are you, and why shouldn't I demote you ensign?"
> came the rough reply.
>
> M'Rrenn feeling caught in the middle. The big guy on one side in
a
> bad mood, and the jokster on the other trying to pluck the CinC's last
good
> nerve. This was not a good sign...
>
> "Your brother, Rear Admrial Tyrus Lasiter reporting to the
> Commander in Chief. Sir!" he replied jumping to a perfect, rigid full
> attention stance.
>
> The older Lasier came from around his desk. "At ease young man.
> Why don't you write?" he said still a tad rough hugging the man....
>
> TBC...
>
>
