> The officers got up and left. Except for the Captain. She stood in
> the door after the others left and waited for the door to close. Upon
> turning around she said, "Admiral Bedru, may I have a few more minutes of
> your time?"
Bedru nodded. "Of course, Captain Henson," she replied. "I was
about to fix some tea. Would you like something?"
(response)
The admiral ordered a hot tea with lemon (and whatever henson requested,
if anything) from the replicator and rejoined the captain. She took a sip
and nodded her satisfaction with the hot brew. "Please proceed, Captain."
> "I am a touch concerned. Concerned about the high profile names on this
> crew. There is the name recognition of Commander Lasiter, for one. Then
> there is yet another link to the Gariabldi family, plus, and I mean this
> with all respect, your daughter. The selection hints of nepitism, and that
> is on the conservative side. I am not questioning your choices, just
> curious as to the likely consequences. The press will not let this go
> easily, particularily in the current feeding frenzy that we have on the
> station at present." she said not in an insubordinate way, but rather in a
> thoughtful manner.
"To be honest with you, nepotism had no part in the selections. Admiral
Lasiter was far from enthusiastic about Commander Lasiter's selection, nor
are Admiral Renaud nor I looking forward to our only child going on a
long-term mission with enormous potential for danger." For a moment,
Henson could see the worried mother before she was replaced by the
admiral. "Unfortunately, they were the most qualified, and for this
mission, I have to have the best."
Bedru set the cup down and studied Henson. "Have you also wondered why I
selected a rookie captain?"
(response)
"Same reason."
(reaction?"
Bedru ends
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