T'Phira wipes her mouth with a cloth napkin before answering. "Your diligence is noted but I'm afraid that if I get too comfortable here I'll-"
As if on cue, the Vice Admiral's commbadge began chirping. T'Phira's eyes narrows ever so slightly as she stops wiping her mouth and places her hands on the table.
A long moment passes as T'Phira stares into the space beyond the holographic waitress. The commbadge continues chirping.
The holographic waitress stares at T'Phira "Shouldn't you answer that?" she asked
"Yes, that would be the logical choice won't it?" mused T'Phira. With what passes for a Vulcan sighing, T'Phira taps her commbadge.
"Admiral, message from starbase: A compliant has been filed by local star systems about us causing unstable subspace anomalies affecting their planets."
"Were we?" asks T'Phira with the slightest hint of sarcasm.
"There was a... tactical exercise... undertaken by the fleet thirty-six hours involving Tricolbalt devices, Gravitron generators, Particle generators, ten thousand photon torpedoes, and at least six members of Ragnarok Fleet."
"Ten thousand photon torpedoes?"
"Aye admiral. The officer of the watch has the approved requisition paperwork."
A pause as the gears in T'Phira's mind work various scenarios.
"Have the complaints ready on my desk in the ready room. I'll review them when I return to the Freyja's Anger."
"Aye admiral. Freyja's Anger out."
The Vulcan looks to her left and then her right. She finally looks up at the holographic waitress.
"Would you happen to have a desert that is small and easy to consume in a small amount of time?"
Member since November 2009... I think. (UFP) Ragnar
"Yes, that would be the logical choice won't it?" mused T'Phira. With what passes for a Vulcan sighing, T'Phira taps her commbadge.
"Admiral, message from starbase: A compliant has been filed by local star systems about us causing unstable subspace anomalies affecting their planets."
"Were we?" asks T'Phira with the slightest hint of sarcasm.
"There was a... tactical exercise... undertaken by the fleet thirty-six hours involving Tricolbalt devices, Gravitron generators, Particle generators, ten thousand photon torpedoes, and at least six members of Ragnarok Fleet."
"Ten thousand photon torpedoes?"
"Aye admiral. The officer of the watch has the approved requisition paperwork."
A pause as the gears in T'Phira's mind work various scenarios.
"Have the complaints ready on my desk in the ready room. I'll review them when I return to the Freyja's Anger."
"Aye admiral. Freyja's Anger out."
The Vulcan looks to her left and then her right. She finally looks up at the holographic waitress.
"Would you happen to have a desert that is small and easy to consume in a small amount of time?"
The holographic waitress hands her a chocolate bar "Here you go"
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The holographic waitress stares at T'Phira "Shouldn't you answer that?" she asked
"Admiral, message from starbase: A compliant has been filed by local star systems about us causing unstable subspace anomalies affecting their planets."
"Were we?" asks T'Phira with the slightest hint of sarcasm.
"There was a... tactical exercise... undertaken by the fleet thirty-six hours involving Tricolbalt devices, Gravitron generators, Particle generators, ten thousand photon torpedoes, and at least six members of Ragnarok Fleet."
"Ten thousand photon torpedoes?"
"Aye admiral. The officer of the watch has the approved requisition paperwork."
A pause as the gears in T'Phira's mind work various scenarios.
"Have the complaints ready on my desk in the ready room. I'll review them when I return to the Freyja's Anger."
"Aye admiral. Freyja's Anger out."
The Vulcan looks to her left and then her right. She finally looks up at the holographic waitress.
"Would you happen to have a desert that is small and easy to consume in a small amount of time?"
(UFP) Ragnar
The holographic waitress hands her a chocolate bar "Here you go"