05-12-2011, 02:21 AM
USS Independence
Bridge
2011 hrs
So, shw wants to play hard ball with me, does she? Zack thought to himself. That pompous little rar'nik. Fuming, Zack got up abruptly from his seat and spoke tersely to his First Officer. "Hold position here for a few moments, Commander. You have the Bridge." Zack stormed into his Ready Room, leaving a somewhat bewildered--and perhaps a little frightened--Senior Staff in his wake. Zack sat down at his desk, took three deep and calming breaths and opened a private communiquè file; he listed the recipient as Captain Melanie Woodcroft, CO of USS Thunderstorm. Zack pushed a button on his computer controls and began recording.
"Captain Woodcroft. As I'm sure you have noticed, I have taken the liberty of NOT embarassing you in front of your Bridge officers," said Zack in an even tone of voice except for his emphasis on the word Captain. "I would appreciate if you would extend the same courtesy to me in the future--otherwise our dealings will be unpleasant for both of us. Next, it is not part if my job to 'inform you' about the armaments my vessel carries; as Task Force Executive Officer, that us infornation you can access under your personal clearance code. I suggest you take the time to read that infornation. Third, as I am certain you are aware of...being a former Security and Tactical Chief yourself...you can only deploy transphasic torpedos with the authorization of a Flag Officer, regardless of who is next in the Chain of Command. And lastly, Captain...do not bark at me like I am a dog. It's just flat out unprofessional and downright rude. Give me courtesy and I promise you courtesy in return. That's all. Gillibrand out. Computer, deliver that message to Captain Woodcroft's inbox as soon as possible."
Acknowledged said the Computer.
Zack got up from his seat and returned to the Bridge. "Is everything ready?" He recieved affirmative responses all around. "Okay then...find us a target and blow them out of the sky."
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Bridge
2011 hrs
So, shw wants to play hard ball with me, does she? Zack thought to himself. That pompous little rar'nik. Fuming, Zack got up abruptly from his seat and spoke tersely to his First Officer. "Hold position here for a few moments, Commander. You have the Bridge." Zack stormed into his Ready Room, leaving a somewhat bewildered--and perhaps a little frightened--Senior Staff in his wake. Zack sat down at his desk, took three deep and calming breaths and opened a private communiquè file; he listed the recipient as Captain Melanie Woodcroft, CO of USS Thunderstorm. Zack pushed a button on his computer controls and began recording.
"Captain Woodcroft. As I'm sure you have noticed, I have taken the liberty of NOT embarassing you in front of your Bridge officers," said Zack in an even tone of voice except for his emphasis on the word Captain. "I would appreciate if you would extend the same courtesy to me in the future--otherwise our dealings will be unpleasant for both of us. Next, it is not part if my job to 'inform you' about the armaments my vessel carries; as Task Force Executive Officer, that us infornation you can access under your personal clearance code. I suggest you take the time to read that infornation. Third, as I am certain you are aware of...being a former Security and Tactical Chief yourself...you can only deploy transphasic torpedos with the authorization of a Flag Officer, regardless of who is next in the Chain of Command. And lastly, Captain...do not bark at me like I am a dog. It's just flat out unprofessional and downright rude. Give me courtesy and I promise you courtesy in return. That's all. Gillibrand out. Computer, deliver that message to Captain Woodcroft's inbox as soon as possible."
Acknowledged said the Computer.
Zack got up from his seat and returned to the Bridge. "Is everything ready?" He recieved affirmative responses all around. "Okay then...find us a target and blow them out of the sky."
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