03-19-2026, 07:12 PM
Art listened attentively as Jadaris explained his theory of connections between the First Contact/Race, the time slippage, and attempted to follow his thinking, though she could feel a headache coming on because of it. What it boiled down to, she thought she understood, was that the current running theory was that Tomer the Troublemaking Trill had been whisked away to the past. She did feel satisfaction in the comiseration that Tomer was still alive, it was just a matter of where -or rather, when- he was. Art then ground her teeth as she realized that if he was indeed in the past, he could cause a shit-ton more of trouble.
“I could help…” she said cautiously, “but I’m not sure how much help I would be.” That was a pathetic, useless statement, and she tried not to look crestfallen. She thought for a moment. “It certainly sounds intriuging, if not headache-inducing.”
At long last, their Captain walked into the room. She looked as furious as Art had felt when she walked in, so she understood already what direction this meeting was going to take: a fierce one.
Braggins dimmed the lights and brought up a 3D star chart, one which focused on the border of Talarian territory. After a brief moment, the map zoomed in on Starbase 214. Braggins spoke, her tone no-nonsense and her words concerning. Art sat straighter in her chair at the news; Cardassians blockading the system? Especially one with a Starbase right there? That was definitely something tangiable Art could investigate. The excuse was to guard against Talarian terrorists, and Art furrowed her brow as she tried to remember facts about the Talarian people.
And then they got their orders: reconniassance (and preparation for an almost-surefire battle). The order for drilling was almost unnecessary; Art was already planning on which ones they would be running. She also made a note to look into the “Disreputable Damsel”. When she looked up, she realized that no one was going to ask questions, even the obvious question. Was it too obvious to even ask? Art almost felt as if it had to be said anyway. She attempted to phrase it in a way that did not suggest she was eager to go test out the ship’s newest repairs.
“What are the parameters of engagement?” Well, that sounded awful. It didn’t even sound like the Klingon at all. “I mean…” There was a pregnant pause as Art tried to find the words that would make her sound less academic and more… herself. “Where do we draw the line?”
It was a slippery slope, dealing with Cardassians. They operated in the sense of ticks; that is, one small infraction after another, until you realize the wool’s been pulled over your eyes and your hands are bound. An ancient Earth culture had a saying that Art thought went along nicely with the Cardassians: “death by a thousand paper cuts”.
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“I could help…” she said cautiously, “but I’m not sure how much help I would be.” That was a pathetic, useless statement, and she tried not to look crestfallen. She thought for a moment. “It certainly sounds intriuging, if not headache-inducing.”
At long last, their Captain walked into the room. She looked as furious as Art had felt when she walked in, so she understood already what direction this meeting was going to take: a fierce one.
Braggins dimmed the lights and brought up a 3D star chart, one which focused on the border of Talarian territory. After a brief moment, the map zoomed in on Starbase 214. Braggins spoke, her tone no-nonsense and her words concerning. Art sat straighter in her chair at the news; Cardassians blockading the system? Especially one with a Starbase right there? That was definitely something tangiable Art could investigate. The excuse was to guard against Talarian terrorists, and Art furrowed her brow as she tried to remember facts about the Talarian people.
And then they got their orders: reconniassance (and preparation for an almost-surefire battle). The order for drilling was almost unnecessary; Art was already planning on which ones they would be running. She also made a note to look into the “Disreputable Damsel”. When she looked up, she realized that no one was going to ask questions, even the obvious question. Was it too obvious to even ask? Art almost felt as if it had to be said anyway. She attempted to phrase it in a way that did not suggest she was eager to go test out the ship’s newest repairs.
“What are the parameters of engagement?” Well, that sounded awful. It didn’t even sound like the Klingon at all. “I mean…” There was a pregnant pause as Art tried to find the words that would make her sound less academic and more… herself. “Where do we draw the line?”
It was a slippery slope, dealing with Cardassians. They operated in the sense of ticks; that is, one small infraction after another, until you realize the wool’s been pulled over your eyes and your hands are bound. An ancient Earth culture had a saying that Art thought went along nicely with the Cardassians: “death by a thousand paper cuts”.
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