> <[I would be a liar if I said that the felinids had nothing to do with
the decision. This is not the time for administrative lackeys, but for
real warriors. My time has come, I believe.]> He answered with a slight
chuckle. <[Well, it was a thought...]>
She regarded him with an understanding only a Caitian could give him right then.
<[You are *not* an administrative lackey. You are a highly skilled and competant
Starfleet officer, whose talents just happen to be organization, management, and
politics. Those are skills to be proud of because few have them. And you *are* a
warrior, in your own way. Each of
us has something to contribute, M'Rrenn. I was brought up a fighter, you were trained
as a diplomat. They're both useful at the right times.]> She sighed. <[I won't try
and talk you out of it if you really want to go and fight the felinids. You'd be a
damned fine XO on any ship, and the captain would be lucky to have you. But for
goodness sake, leave the hand-to-hand
stuff to the Marines and Spec Ops forces.]>
<[I was thinking that I would. Well, unless the ship I was on got borded...]> he said
adding levity and honesty to the conversation. Not that it lacked honesty....
{response}
<[So, what do you make of all this? With the Felinids, Venasians, and factions...]>
{response}
*****
Chris
GM- SPD & JSOC
