To the Winner

Posted on Wed Apr 5, 2017 @ 1:22pm by Commodore Michael Aravan & Lieutenant Marisa Cheshire

Mission: An Orion to Die For
Location: Ready Room
Timeline: MD 5 || 0800 Hours

It had been a short stop off at K7 to present the claim that the Triumphant and crew had captured Raimus and a rather sore group of people who knew they'd never get a chance to collect the pot on the Syndicate operative. Now the Captain stood in his ready room with twenty bars of gold pressed latinum sitting on the ready room table and wondered what to do with them. Finally, he made a choice and tapped his combadge.

=^=Aravan to Cheshire. Report to the ready room.=^=

Marisa had literally just stepped through the alcove into the wing's office complex, coffee in one hand and a stack of PADDs cradled under her other arm. Reaching over to her comm badge was something of a task, eventually she managed to get her thumb from the hand holding the coffee to depress it, the hot liquid jiggling precariously all the while.

=A=Aye Aye sir. I'll be there shortly. Cheshire out=A= she said as she found her way into her own office and unceremoniously dumped her PADDs on her desk.

Mobius wasn't far behind, sticking his head in before the doors had a chance to close.

"You alright boss?" He said with a slight smirk and a bemused tone, seeing her ungracefully stumble around was a rare sight.

Marisa was too focused on her work to react, and instead of shooting back she instead grabbed three PADDs from the pile "These are Alpha, Beta and Gamma shift briefings." she said, pushing them into his arms one by one "Make sure that they're given to their respective Squadron Leaders." she said before walking past him back to the turbolift.

"Dropping all your work on a subordinate. Real professional Alice." Mobius protested with a dry tone of voice.

Turning back when she got to the turbolift she gave him a smirk mirroring that which he had directed at her not moments ago. "Shouldn't have stuck your head in to gloat then. Just give them to the Leaders, you don't need to run the briefing." She finished with a dismissive wave as the door closed.

She quickly downed what was left of her coffee in the short trip to the bridge, and quickly slipped in and out of the conference room to recycle the container before she entered the ready room.

She clicked her heels together and saluted the captain in her practically trademarked attentive, enthusiastic way, saying in a muted but still dutiful tone "Sir, reporting as ordered."

Michael looked up from where he was pruning a bonsai tree and set the sheers down before he moved back to the table. "Lieutenant, I'm at a loss of what to do and I need your thoughts on the matter. Do you see these twenty bars of latinum on the table?" he asked as he motioned towards them.

Marisa relaxed her stance ever so slightly, as she followed the Captains direction. It only took her a fraction of a second to put 2 and 2 together, they were at K7 for a moment and she had sent a message off to her old CO detailing everything about Ramis' capture that didn't violate her NDA. It was entirely likely that the currency on the table was the bounty on his head.

There was very clearly currency on the table, there was no question about it. The captain wouldn't have any cause to test her vision, and it would be strange for him to do it himself. Perhaps there was some political issue with accepting it, she could imagine one of the anti fleet publications seeing two high ranking officers exchanging a prisoner for currency as a rather nice scoop and take the whole situation out of context. The first response she came up with was 'What Latinum?' but she decided to hold her tongue on that one, in the few interactions she'd had with the skipper he'd had little tolerance for bullshit.

"Sorry if this has caused you an issue sir," Marisa said apologetically after a moment "You didn't seem too bothered by the notion when I mentioned it as I came aboard."

"It's no trouble at all, Lieutenant and I'm not bothered with it," Michael said. "If I were, I wouldn't have stopped at K7 to collect it. The look of surprise on their faces made it worth it." He gave a chuckle, then slid the twenty bars towards her. "Take it and treat yourself and your squadron to something nice for all the good you did when you came aboard the Triumphant."

Marisa shuffled awkwardly in her shoes for a moment as she consider the best way to refuse. She was about to shake her head and say no when an idea struck her.

"Aye aye sir. I think I know just what to get them." She said with a thoughtful smile. "Are we getting a day or so of shore leave any time soon?" she followed up as she walked forward to collect the currency.

"We'll probably have a few days of debriefings and collect the rest of the crew, so there's time if you have something in mind," Michael said. "I doubt we'll get shoreleave, though you'll have some downtime on the ship until we get our new orders."

"Just a couple of days where we can get away with a minimal watch crew, that's all I ask sir." Marisa replied "Oh, and maybe a bag."

He went to the replicator and requested a box big enough to hold the twenty bars and brought it back to her. "Not the best solution, but easier than a bag," he said.

"Thanks boss." she said, losing practically all of her formality as she took the box and began carefully placing the bars into it with a soft clank. "I'll make sure it all goes to a good cause."

"As long as it does," Michael said. "If there's nothing else you have a question about, go see to your personnel and enjoy."

Marisa placed the box under her arm and saluted the captain "Aye aye sir." She said happily before pivoting on her foot and leaving.