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ooc: this looks like it never got out--i was having problems with email
yesterday. resending)
>>"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.
"Carrrrhae," said Kitanya softly, her golden eyes meeting her fellow
admirals'. "This is not the time. Not now, not this way." Although
Kitanya admired Carrhae's honesty, and in her own heart, Kitanya longed to
do the same, to walk away and let others risk their lives for king and
country, this was not the time. Kitanya had made promises, and she would
not break them, not even if it cost her her career or her life. Kitanya
too was devastated at the statement, at the loss of one friend and possibly
another now, and did not know how much more she could take of this insane,
ridiculous game of politics and intrigue. But honor bound her, and she
knew it also bound Carrhae. Kitanya's golden feline eyes pled with her.
"Please," she said softly again, a world of meaning in that one word.
>"I do not want to leave at all, Samuel, Kitanya," t'Llhweiir replied.
>Finally, she let them see the flash of anger in her eyes that she had so
>carefully hidden. It was not just her job, it had become very personal.
>Only Brennan's ability to heal had saved him. She wanted someone to pay
>for the attempt. "I want to find the ones who did this and make them answer
>for their actions."
>
>The anger cooled but did not completely fade away. "What I desire, however,
>can not be reason to be in my job. If you believe I should continue, I will
>trust your assessment and stay."
>
"I do.", Lasiter said relieved that she would stay. He needed her for so many reasons.
"Where's M'Rrenn? He should be here."
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Co-GM of Spacedock
GM of JSOC
Characters:
Adm. Samuel Lasiter, RAdm. Markus Garibaldi, and a host of others.
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