Mission 1: Unscheduled Madness
Location: Deck 2- XO's Office
Timeline: MD 10 09:00 Hours
Having gotten a bit of a late start this morning, Mis had hurriedly pulled her hair up until she could get to her office. At least she wasn't scheduled to be on the bridge for a couple of hours. Taking down her hair, Nokomis ran her fingers through it before starting to braid it again. The sound of the door chime made her stop and then continue again as she called "Come in."
She turned and saw Tiber walk in. Mis considered making a joke about why he didn't beam in but as that was a slightly sore subject with her she didn't. "Hi," she smiled at him. "Have a seat, I promise this is not a social call."
Tiber had already been on shift for a few hours, he preferred an early start. His summons to the XO's office had come in just a few short minutes before and he had made his way straight up to her office. Tiber had no idea what she wanted to see him for but he didn't want to keep her waiting. As he took a seat infront of her desk he offered a less than formal greeting.
She finished braiding her hair and dropped her arms when everything was tucked into place. "Morning. Right to business then. Are you aware that Lieutenant T'Sai has decided to leave Orion? This means you are now the ranking intelligence officer on the ship."
Tiber sat silently for a moment letting the information sink in. He hadn't know that T'sai had decided to leave the ship. Particularly embarrassing was that he had had to receive the news from the XO. He had been unaware that the CIO had decided to put off ship, particularly embarrassing considering he worked directly under her.
His immediate concern involved what happened next, the actions he would have to take if the commander issued the orders he thought she would.
"For clarity ma'am, are you appointing my acting chief of intelligence or ranking officer...."
"Does it matter?" Nokomis asked, folding her hands in front of her and sitting down to face him.
"With respect Ma'am. It matters. Are you appointing me action department head or ranking officer?"
Tiber felt dreadful for having act so formally, regulation was clear, he had no choice if he wished to preserve his career.
"My intention, and the Captain's as well . . . was to promote you to Acting chief of intelligence for a trial period until moving you into the chief spot. You've certainly earned it this mission. I know how hard you've been working."
Tiber's heart sank into the depths of his stomach. Her faith in him would force him to hurt her. Deeply.
"Have the necessary clearances been transferred to me Ma'am?"
She was no Betazoid but he did not look happy. "Yes." Nokomis answered him and then dropped the professional manner. "Tiber, what's wrong?"
Tiber nodded his head.
"Commander I......Thank you ma'am. Excuse me."
Tiber rose too his feet, nodded his head and turned on his heels to the leave the room. He wanted nothing more than to spend more time with her, to share this moment with her, but he couldn't. If he didn't follow procedure in this instance, he would be finished.
Nokomis sighed. "Stop." She said getting up from her desk. She approached him. "I know you're worried about how other people are going to react to the fact that we are seeing each other. And you're probably worried about what the rest of Starfleet thinks, and your career if anyone found out. But honestly, no one cares. People have relationships in Starfleet all the time. Ask Logan. I promise you right now that you will not lose your position or your career because you're dating me. People fall in love, it happens." She reached up to stroke his hair. "You're driving me nuts, in more ways than one." She offered him a small smile.
Tiber kept his face straight. Pulling his head away slightly as she reached for it. He looked at her and for a brief moment considered just telling her everything. But he couldn't. After a long pause he looked deeply into her eyes and spoke. "You asked me never to leave you. To never walk out on you. I will explain everything soon." Cryptic though it was. It was the best he could do. Running the back of his hand down her cheek, he turned and left the room. As the door closed behind him. He took a few steps down the corridor before stopping. resting his back on the bulkhead he exhaled sharply and took a few seconds to gather his thoughts. He couldn't help but admire the irony. The very act of trying to allow there relationship to endure may end up killing it.
Lieutenant Commander Nokomis Diza
Executive Officer, USS Orion
Ensign Tiberius Augusta
Intelligence Officer, USS Orion