(ooc: gm, a reply to the next paragraph, si vous plait?)
{OOC: Sorry, I didn't see it the first time. My mistake.}
> t'Lllhweiir studied the two admirals as they settled into seats. She was
> concerned how Lasiter was holding up, and she still sensed that Kitanya was
> troubled by something at a very personal level.
>
> (ooc: borrowing from one near and dear, eh?)
>
> > "Now is the time for candor. What are your thoughts on events of the
> > day?"
>
> "Since preliminary indications suggest that Star Fleet personnel were
> involved,
> I must express my concern that the sabateurs were given the opportunity to
> escape," t'Llhweiir replied. "Your countermand of my order gave them that
> opportunity."
>
> Whatever her thoughts were or her intent were carefully hidden.
>
> Lasiter took no offense to her statement, and welcomed the input as was
> evident in his demeanor.
>
> "Co-conspirators may have gotten away or have been able to destroy
> evidence. That is something that I will have to take responsibility for, and
> I stand by that decision. To have an explosion on the station is
> disapointing if not tragic. Giving any others involved an oppertunity to
> esape or otherwise hide their trail only compounds the problem. However, to
> lose the number of starships that were in dock at that moment would have been
> far, far worse.
>
> They will be found. I have faith that Starfleet Intell and Security will
> find them, and deal with them."
t'Llhweirr nodded. The two had reached a point in their friendship where each
could speak frankly about their jobs without it adversely affecting that
friendship. "I understood the reason for your countermand, which was why I did
not advise against it at the time. You rightly were concerned about the
possibility of an attack while the ships in dock were their most vunerable and
while the station was unable to ensure their safety," she acknowledged.
"I was thinking like an intelligence officer who were responding to being
caught off guard. This is a situation that should never have happened, and I
take responsibility for that."
She stopped and, if possible, her posture became straighter. "Admiral," she
continued, "You need an Intelligence chief upon whom you can rely. Because of
that, I am submitting my resignation."
Speaking of catching an Admiral off guard... This certainly did it. Lasiter leaned
back in his chair hard enough to pivot it backward. For a moment, a very quick
moment, he was speechless. Fortunately, that feeling was not long lived.
"Now, why would I want you to do that, Carrhae? I depend on you, Kitanya,
Garibaldi, and M'Rrenn to me keep this fleet floating. Your confidence may be shaken
a bit, but mine has not been. Like it or not we all make mistakes. Even the
perfectionist Carrhae t'Llhweiir and the forever planning Lasiter will make the odd
mistake or two. A superior officer makes mistakes, but they recognize them, make
corrections, and move on. What they don't do is quit. Now offering your resignation
may be the honorable thing to do, but that's not what I want. I want you at Intell.
I, no Starfleet needs you at Intell.
Answer me this... are you trying to leave Intell or leave Starfleet?"
Lasiter was somewhat shaken by this, but he knew that he needed her. He knew that
there was no one better for the job than her. If for no other reason that she would
be pissed as hell, and the bastards that took part in these crimes would pay a heavy
price. The Pissed t'Llhweiir would see to that, if only she could be convinced to
stay on.
Despite the adrenaline rushing through his body, combined events of the day- the
funeral, sniper attack, and SPD explosion - were wearing heavily on his mind and body.
It was just too much with the addition of having to convince his Intell Chief, his
friend, to stay on.
{response}
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GM of JSOC
Characters:
Adm. Samuel Lasiter, RAdm. Markus Garibaldi, and a host of others.
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