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17 December 2004 @ 02:51 pm
USS Voyager, Ready Room  
::thumbs off signature on last of departmental reports...reports somehow a great deal less interesting than when put together by prior staff::

The Admiral doesn't seem to mind sudden lack of creative flare.

::drops padd to sofa surface, running hand across face wearily before turning slightly to face view port::

::jumps slightly when chime sounds, straightening and looking briefly across dimmed room::

Current Mood: workingworking
sam_wildman on December 19th, 2004 05:36 pm (UTC)
::obeys, stopping just inside door to visually search dim room::

::finds eyes lingering on planet beyond viewport::

::pulls gaze away, folding hands over stomach and waiting self-conciously for acknowledgment::

captainchakotaycaptainchakotay on December 19th, 2004 05:47 pm (UTC)

::stands abruptly, waving a hand to motion guest forward::

I believe I told you not to stand on ceremony with me.

Computer, lights.
sam_wildman on December 19th, 2004 05:54 pm (UTC)
That isn't necessary-

::smiles a little, taking a few steps forward::

I was just bringing you an update on that last manifest.
captainchakotaycaptainchakotay on December 19th, 2004 06:02 pm (UTC)

::moves to desk, sitting on edge and motioning again, this time to seat before it::

What demands have Vorik and Neelix thought up now?

...something about Vulcans and Talaxians...
sam_wildman on December 19th, 2004 06:06 pm (UTC)
Well, I think Neelix came across something resembling a leola root substitute, a few new herbs he'd like to experiment with-

And a strange disruptor pistol design that doesn't seem to fit Starfleet security standards.

captainchakotaycaptainchakotay on December 19th, 2004 06:13 pm (UTC)

Cancel the weaponry, put the substitute at the bottom of the shopping list, and if at all possible-buy sufficient quantities of the herbs to bar any remaining credits for the substitute.

What about engineering?
sam_wildman on December 19th, 2004 06:33 pm (UTC)
::angles head, searching memory briefly::

Vorik actually didn't put down much this time-we seem to be well supplied with dilithium, though he 'would not disagree' if we retrieved any, or a viable product to be recrystallized.

He would appreciate material with which to build warp coils.
captainchakotaycaptainchakotay on December 19th, 2004 06:43 pm (UTC)
::hides a chuckle at her concentration and buoyant tone::

Since he asked so nicely, see what you can do.

::stares across desk for a moment, finally shaking head and clearing throat::

I spoke with the Ambassador not an hour ago. He assured me that everything possible has been done to determine whether Naomi and Andrew made it planet-side. There doesn't seem to be any indication that they did.

sam_wildman on December 19th, 2004 08:06 pm (UTC)
::holds breath for a moment::

::releases it, meeting his eyes::

This is the last habitable planet in this system. We've searched the others.

They couldn't have made it to the next system in the Cochrane, not with those limited supplies.

captainchakotaycaptainchakotay on December 19th, 2004 10:09 pm (UTC)
It isn't likely, no, though it may still be too soon to dismiss the possibility of outside assistance.

::pauses, drumming fingers on desk suface::

The Ambassador suggested that they may have been taken to the Fen Domar homeworld.
sam_wildman on December 19th, 2004 10:14 pm (UTC)
The Fen Domar.

I don't recall negotiating with them.
captainchakotaycaptainchakotay on December 19th, 2004 10:30 pm (UTC)
We didn't. Based on some rather disturbing data, I made the decision to go quietly around them.


They're a reclusive race, apparently. Territorial, a bit xenophobic. They don't seem to have many friends in the area-one too many transports waylaid and led astray.

As soon as we've resupplied, I intend to order us back around to examine the possibilities.

sam_wildman on December 19th, 2004 10:34 pm (UTC)
Thank you.

::stands, rubbing arms::

I know my daughter-and I think I know Andrew pretty well by now as well. They may have their occasional wild urges, but this ship is their home, Chakotay. Nothing could keep them away from it for this long-nothing willingly.
captainchakotaycaptainchakotay on December 22nd, 2004 05:44 pm (UTC)
I've never doubted that.

We will see them home, Sam. Maybe not in time for the holidays-but we will see them home.

::pauses, observing guest before speaking again::

Despite the possibility of conflict ahead, I've suggested that Neelix revive our traditional celebration this Christmas. The crew could use more than a little cheer.

He's afraid, in light of the circumstances, you might feel full festivities inappropriate.

sam_wildman on December 22nd, 2004 07:35 pm (UTC)
No-no, I don't mind. Naomi wouldn't hear of us missing the tradition. Aside from that, I could use more than a little cheer myself.
captainchakotaycaptainchakotay on December 27th, 2004 03:49 pm (UTC)

::straightens, standing and nodding to self::

In fact, I'll handle the manifest. You can take a break and inform Neelix yourself.
sam_wildman on December 28th, 2004 05:37 pm (UTC)
If you're certain-I don't mind finishing up the manifest.


::heeds hand wave, moving to leave::

::stops just short of door, staring back::

Just when was the last time you took a break, Captain?
captainchakotaycaptainchakotay on December 28th, 2004 05:45 pm (UTC)
::shakes head::

State secret, Lieutenant.

::offers faint eye twinkle::

But I'll see you in the mess for dinner, 1700 hours.
sam_wildman on December 28th, 2004 07:51 pm (UTC)
::nods, disguising bemusement and smiling slightly::

I'll be there.
captainchakotaycaptainchakotay on December 30th, 2004 08:35 am (UTC)
::inclines head, watching her departure::

::returns eyes to viewport as door closes, eyeing planet beyond::

::squares shoulders, grabbing a padd and heading for exit as well::