From: rneces@mastnet.net (Lynnaea AelCaymarth)
Date: Wed, 26 Feb 1997 22:50:08 -0600 (CST)
Subject: [CHESAPEAKE] SB DELTA: CINCGREEN's Office

SD 90226.1625
Scene: CINCGREEN's Office
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        *How many times will I have to do this?  It's like getting caught in
a temporal warp.*  Aelyria mentally ticked off a growing list of bureaucracy
and brass she'd reported to.  *Novodan at Personnel, Renzetti at Oval
Office, Machiavelli on Holodeck, Crowell at Starbase Alpha, and now Vice
Admiral Jokinen at Starbase Delta.  Lovely.  Just lovely.  And I'll have to
report at _least_ once more after this to the captain of whatever ship I've
been assigned to.*  
        She sighed.  Keyrin, ever since reporting to Starfleet Personnel,
had been one stressed ensign.  The rigors of holodeck training combined with
the tension of appearing before so many important people had her mentally
and emotionally frazzled.  She supposed she should get used to it, since it
wasn't like Chief Security Officer was a relaxed billet...  she'd have her
share of overtime and sleepless nights, she was sure.
        And she was beginning to care progressively less about her
appearance.  Familiarity certainly bred contempt in this instance.  Telling
herself that the CINCGREEN was still brass enough to derail her career, she
forced herself to detour into a lavatory to check her uniform and hair. 
        She was glad she did.  Her hair had become a straggled mess in the
shuttle ride from her transport ship from Starbase Alpha.  With a frustrated
growl, she combed her fingers through it in a futile attempt to tame the
unruly mass back into order.  While it did improve somewhat, it still wasn't
as tidy as she'd have liked it to be.   
        No matter, she told herself.  If she didn't get a move on, she'd be
late, again.  And after Crowell's response to her inadvertent tardiness, a
lack of punctuality was *not* a situation she wanted to repeat.  
        She strode up to the secretary's desk.  The woman sitting behind it,
a certain Lieutenant Mary Driscoll according to the name plate, gave her a
cool once over.  Aelyria immediately felt her hackles rising and stared
right back.  
   
        Her voice was as chilling as a Martian icestorm.  "I'm here to see
Vice Admiral Jokinen,"  she said softly, her gaze lancing through Driscoll. 
        "In his office,"  came the curt reply. 
        Aelyria stepped through the doors.  "Ensign Aelyria Keyrin reporting
for assignment as ordered, sir."  
        As Jokinen's gaze met hers, he looked suddenly taken aback.  Aelyria
realized she must be scowling fiercely from the encounter the moment before,
and immediately relaxed her face and smiled.  "Sorry.  It's been a rough few
weeks."  
        "I imagine.  Have a seat, ensign."  
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        NRPG:  Figured Driscoll wouldn't like competition.. *wryly*  And
Aelyria's got an instinct for flirts.  Hope it wasn't taking too much of a
liberty... feel free for Mary to take a couple of mental cheap shots as
Keyrin leaves.  *wink* 
        Assign me away!  *BG*  

Respectfully submitted, 
Lynnaea AelCaymarth, aka
Ensign Aelyria Keyrin
awaiting assignment on SB DELTA. 
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rneces@mastnet.net

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