"Why Intel Operatives Aren't Employed As Motivational Speakers - Part 1"
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Stardate: 60322.0815
Setting: USS ANUBIS - Draxx/Rikar Quarters
"ENAII," Sabrina practically shouted, "You have a responsibility to this crew!"
"I do!" The Intel Agent countered, "It encompasses providing accurate Intel, ensuring that lives are saved if possible within the confines of a mission and being the best damn Operative I can be. It does NOT extend to being a morale officer."
The redhead glared at her wife, the woman was stubborn beyond belief, a trait she had passed on to their child. "Listen to me," the Executive Officer lowered her voice, already Talia was watching them intently as she dipped ruffled potatoe chips into a creamy mixture and scarfed them absentmindedly as though watching a particularly suspenseful movie. As normal as it may be for Romulan culture to argue in front of their children, Sabrina still found it disheartening. "Everyone thinks they contributed to the demise of the mission, the whole senior staff is spreading depression through the ship as though it were a plague. Something *must* be done."
"So throw a dinner party!" Enaii hissed, "What do you expect me to do?!?"
"Talk to them!" Sabrina pleaded.
"No one cares what I think," the Operative countered, "Send out Ensign Mei, it's *her* job."
The redhead sighed. "Ensign Mei is new, she doesn't know the crew all that well Enaii. Besides, when it comes to Intel, everyone cares about what you think."
"David cares what I think?" the blonde haired woman hissed sarcastically.
Sabrina rolled her eyes, growled and suppressed a few colourful words she knew she'd better not release in front of their four year old child who, through learning English, had taken up the annoying habit of repeating things she'd heard at just the wrong time. "Gods Enaii, do you have to be so difficult?!?" she grumbled through clenched teeth. "Everyone else cares what you think and I really believe that a few kind words from you will make everyone feel better."
"I don't do pep talks," the Operative stated as though that closed the argument.
Instead, Sabrina's shoulders lowered and she looked at her wife through rapidly tearing eyes. "Please…" she whispered, her voice cracking in apparent desperation.
Enaii physically shuddered, closed her eyes and sighed. Without waiting for a verbal agreement, Sabrina bounced over and hugged her wife, "Thank you!" she whispered lovingly.
The blonde pushed her partner away, "Oh, don't thank me," she grumbled as she turned to leave the room, "*You're* doing damage control."
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Writing the hopes, dreams and future of:
Lieutenant Commander Enaii - Intelligence Liaison Officer
And if you see no reason for giving thanks, rest assured that the fault is in yourself. 2005 post #219
Lisa Mac Isaac {lisa_mac_isaac@hotmail.com}
USS ANUBIS
~~Chief Tecumseh 1813
