Visiting the Major

Posted on Wed May 6th, 2020 @ 9:56am by Lieutenant Colonel Azhul Naxea

Mission: Season 3: Episode 4: Cause and Effect
Location: Major's Office
Timeline: During the Void Transit.
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Jessica walked down to Marine Country with a bottle of Saurian Brandy and leaned on the Major's Door. "Nice to see you back where you belong, Major. And not in some Orion hell-hole. No way in hell I was just going to let those green bastards just walk away with my Starfleet brothers and sisters."

Naxea looked up from from her desk terminal at the woman she had come to respect and even consider a friend. She leaned back in her chair. "Its good to be back. Come in and have a seat."

Jess came in and produced two glasses. "To the sweet taste of Freedom, Major." She noted. "Your marines distinguished themselves in the last op, due in no small part to leadership of their squad leaders. I noted that on my report."

"I've heard," Naxea said as she watched the other woman sit down across from her. "I am thankful to have such leaders and capable officers such as yourself." She still would look at her wrists from time to time to make sure they weren't shackled.

"High praise Major, but we were just doing our duty." She poured two cups. "Besides, I don't leave people behind." She smiled.

"For which I am thankful for," Naxea said as she grabbed one of the glasses after it was filled. "What should we toast to then?"

"The best damned relationship I've ever seen between the Marines and the Pilots." Jessica chuckled. "Seriously, we're all professionals here. I've never been prouder to serve here."

"Here, here," Naxea agreed before taking a sip of the brandy. "Sorry about S'hib going after the bouquet at the wedding," she chuckled.

"It was a very specific objective I needed to acquire, Major. And yes, the details of that Op are on a need-to-know basis" She took a sip and smiled. "As always, the assistance of the Marine Corps will be duely noted."

"Now you've got me interested. Who's the lucky person?" Naxea asked, smiling as she leaned forward on her desk.

Jessica sighed. "Milla Brett." She noted. "She's about as tough love as I am..." The pilot chuckled. "Her sister had a royal conniption once she learned."

"Brett...hmm, I'm taking her sister is Envoy Brett?" Naxea guessed. "Sounds like her."

"The other Sister is a Diplomat." Jess noted. "As usually, I like strong people. I have to when I'm drinking with a Marine."

Naxea laughed. "Yes you do." She wondered to herself just how strong she could be for much longer. Dealing with the horrors of the Occupation of Bajor, being in several battles since, and now having been captured and tortured. "I
understand your Wing had a new pilot during the rescue."

"The Consul?" Jess noted. "She is an excellent pilot. Loyal and Skilled. There's just one thing she can improve upon." Jess mentioned. "I value initiative and flexibility in my pilots. Sometimes she just blindly follows orders. Skilled, but when lives are on the line, decisions must be made without a moment's hesitation." Jess mentioned. "Still I think I'll put her up more often."

"It's good that you found a use for her--she seems capable enough and I'm sure she will come around once she grows accustomed to our ways," Naxea said before taking another sip of her drink. "So how are things with your family? Last I heard you were having some issue with your mother."

"She's backed off for now. I guess she didn't realize she was pushing around a girl that could rain hell down upon her both literally and figuratively. So I'm letting her stew in her own ick for a while." Jess mentioned. "Though I might request permission from starfleet to kick her ass one day."

"Well, if you do. Be sure to look me up if you need the aid," Naxea offered.

"Keep your people together, Azhul, and don't let them stare out into the Void. Doing that does things to people's minds." Jess noted.

Naxea nodded. "Will do...though I doubt it would affect some of them as I am beginning to believe that some lack a brain," she chuckled before downing another sip of her drink

"Well, I'm Betazoid, and while I'm not a psychologist, we were taught not to do that as kids. It does something bad to us, and most of my people's shrinks say there's an exchange going on if you stare into darkness. Messes up your head, and our heads don't need messing up. We've got a Romulan Bitch out there that has it out for our crew." Jess stood. "Keep your eyes open, Marine."

"I've heard," Naxea said, recalling the reports she's read on this Commander Mishka Valdran and the conditions the prisoners were in after their rescue from her prison. "She just better pray to whatever god she believes in that we never meet." After her own experience at being a slave, she wanted to face and kill that Romulan bitch even more--any slaver for that matter.

"Oh, I have a little surprise in store for her. And it's those new Gryphon fighter/bombers we just got on Earth." Jess noted. "They're armed and ready around the clock, and She doesn't even know we have them. I have an engagement plan, and my boys and girls are doing holodeck sims on warbird tactics and Gryphon training." Jess mentioned.

"I've heard about those. They look very impressive," Naxea commented. "Why does she seem to have a grudge against this ship?"

"I don't know, Az... Maybe we pissed on her mom's grave or something." Jess chuckled. "I might have to say 'look, I didn't know that was your mom.' But I think that would just piss that Romulan off even more." Jess noted. "Well, now. Back to it. I'll be around next week for a drink."

Naxea smiled at her friend. "Do that. I should have some Jalanda Midnight Ale next time."

Jess chuckled. "Clear and understood, Major. I'll be there. Same time every week?"

"You got it," Naxea grinned.