Official Envoy, part 2

Posted on Tue Jul 12th, 2011 @ 5:37pm by Lieutenant Commander Preston Wexler & Lieutenant JG Erin Tal & Ensign Stran & Commodore Samantha York

735 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Shades of Gray
Location: Michnar VII
Timeline: Current

ON

[OLD]

Preston allowed Lieutenant Tal to do as she saw fit, but he wasn't much interested in the lower level assistants. And as Wexler saw Tal as a low level assistant, it was perfectly fine for him to let her doing the talking... for now.

[NEW]

The main briefing room was a large area. Within it, a large, oblong table sat in the middle. The third assistant indicated the three chairs at the south end. Two of three in the north were occupied by very pleasant appearing, well dressed, men. "This is Second Assistant Wik, and First Assistant Jip." Wilsh said, nodding.

Second Assistant Wik nodded to the party from his seat. As he was second, he was content to have one above and one below. It gave him less to do.

"I am Ensign Stran. This is Lieutenant Tal. And Lieutenant Commander Wexler." Stran stated. He deliberately left Wexler's name last, and refrained from using the abbreviated version of his rank.

Jip kicked Wik in the ankles. As Wilsh was too far away for even a significant glare, Wik had to be the one to speak this time. "Welcome, Starfleet. We appreciate your coming to our assistance. Our people are starving. Without your assistance we fear the situation will degrade into civil war or mass extinction."

"As our report indicated, yes." Stran said, nodding. He looked to Wexler, expecting a crude comment, or something of the like.

Wilsh took his seat. "Indeed. We should discuss your plans. Have you begun setting up in the designated facilities?"

Wexler continued to observe the group, keeping his own counsel for the moment.

Wilsh looked at Wexler, expectantly. "I was under the impression that 'Lieutenant Commander' was the highest rank present. I had assumed you would have answers. Was I mistaken?"

Strain restrained a slight smile.

Erin couldn't help look slightly amused. ''Yes, Lieutenant-Commander Wexler is our commanding officer.'' She spared a moment go give him a sharp; 'get-on-with-it' look.

Wik looked enquiringly at the gentleman. "Lieutenant Commander Wexler, you received the coordinates, yes? Have your supplies arrived?"

Wilsh scowled. "I had heard that members of your species sometimes cannot speak. I apologize, if we have offended you, with our lack of understanding, Lieutenant Commander."

Wik kicked WIlsh under the table.

Wilsh kicked Wik back. A quick glare was shot his way.

Wik kicked Wilsh again. Twice. He was Third. That meant Wilsh got kicked. He didn't have the right to kick back.

Wilsh kicked Wik back. He thought Wik was an idiot, who was going to get kicked, regardless.

His comm-device lit a single blue LED. He said nothing, and awaited a response from the Fleeters.

"Choosing not to speak, and not having the ability, are two different things. I will be more than happy to speak with your leader. Until then, I'm not sure that I have anything to say." Wexler said matter-of-factly.

"Our superior is Jip." Wilsh said, matter-of-factly. "If you choose not to address him, he does not speak. We are all assistants to the current government official. If you have information for our leader, you may give it to us. He will not meet with anyone but your Captain. Persons of lesser rank are not permitted to address him."

"Then it looks like he's not interested in our help. Thanks for not wasting our time." Preston smiled politely and looked to the rest of the team. "Back to the beam in point. Double time."

Jip kicked Wik, who, in turn, kicked Wilsh. At least they could blame all this on WIlsh. Unfortunately, it was hard to find good thirds.

Stran quirked his eyebrow. He said nothing.

Wilsh took this precise moment, to drop something on the floor. The room became filled with smoke, nearly instantly.

"You have lost, already, Starfleet. You just don't know it yet." Wilsh's voice came from the darkness. "My regards to your Captain. She'll be hearing from me soon."

He was gone, in the minute it took the smoke to clear, once the windows were opened.

Preston nodded. "Good. They were not interested in getting anything done so it looks like we're heading back to the Calypso." Wexler began walking back towards the beam-in site.

OFF

Lieutenant Commander Preston Wexler
Mission Advisor
USS Calypso

Lieutenant Erin Tal
Chief Counselor
USS Calypso

Ensign Stran
Security Officer
USS Calypso

Jip, Wik and WIlsh (NPCs)
ne'er-do-wells
Michnar VII

 

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