> > Upon arrival Matt picked up his security detail, which was a bit larger
than
> > the other Admirals had to contend with. This was because the Press
still
> > wanted a piece of the man, and in order to ensure that he could travel
> > unmolested by the blood suckers his detail had to be enlarged by a
few...
> >
> > Matt found that all was in order within sickbay.
>
> Nabru, once again donning her male security officer personnae, stayed with
> Brennan until he reached the Infirmary. At that point, she said with
> amusement in that deep baritone voice, "Doctor, I must report. If I have
> not been busted down to ensign, I will see you this evening."
>
> (response)
>
> She went down to Security. Soon, "Lieutenant Thursday" would disappear,
> at least Nabru hoped so. The mission had been right up her alley, but
> babysitting was not. Surely t'Llhweirr would have a new assignment that
> did not involve wasting her time on Spacedock.
>
> Besides, Brennan had again proven that he was more than capable to taking
> care of himself. Too good, in fact, for she had truly thought he had been
> killed by a Cardassian. Instead, it was the Cardassian who lost his life,
> at her hand. By the time the battle was over and she had reached Brennan,
> he had regained consciousness and would not allow her to examine the
> wound. It must have been as minor as he claimed because it neither slowed
> him down, nor did it effect his ability to fight.
>
> Still,...
>
> (ooc: sorry, i couldn't resist)
>
> She entered Main Securit and sought out her immediate superior.
> Reluctantly, she stood at attentio before this personage and said,
> "Commander, Lieutenant Emmanuel Thursday, reporting."
>
> (response, chris, pete?)
{OOC: With Pete gone it will be me...}
The Commander, actually a Lt. Commander, looked up from his work.
"Welcome back, Lt. Please give me your report."
{response}
