Shared Responsibilities - Part III

Posted on Thu Aug 14, 2025 @ 12:17am by Commodore T'mpest Michaels & Commander Cara Letsul & Lieutenant Commander Curtis Thibideaux & Civilian Geral Lasuma
Edited on on Sat Sep 20, 2025 @ 2:34am

1,459 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Time After Time
Location: Captain's Ready Room
Timeline: MD14 - Afternoon

[PREVIOUSLY]

Traxx heard her announcement and that boosted his confidence. Giving the officer a wink as he passed he moved towards the 'big' office. As he walked in eye appraised he quickly, as he thought, ~she's going to look fabulous..~

[CONTINUED]

"My apologies for the interruption. I'm sure Mr. Geral didn't intend for any disruption."

"I am certain he did not. How much time will you need for this?" T'mpest asked. "And will we need to go elsewhere for a few minutes?"

"Oh no time at all. Just a few measurement scans and I'll be out of your hair. If you could stand please?"

"Of course." T'mpest stood and moved away from the table. "Can you get the correct measurements over my uniform?"

Setting his kit aside and pulling out his scanner. "Before, you'd probably have to change into something similar to what you're being fitted for or remove some clothing. But with this little darling...no morrree."

Moving around her he swept the wide scanning beam from head to toe from the back, side, and finally, the front. "All done. I will put these measurement into my little program and...", kissing his finger tips, "...perfection."

His excitement was obvious. Packing up his tailor kit, "You're going look amazzzing when I get these done. But I'll just go and let you all get back to planning whatever you're planning."

Cara was totally surprised in seeing someone arrive, in the ready room when this was supposed to be a secure area. In fact, sparks could be seen in her eyes. She took in a breath, her lips going a bit thin. The commodore did allow this but they needed to have a talk about the security issues that can arise with this happening, once the tailor leaves. She also was of the mind to have a discussion with Geral as well.

T'mpest sat down and laughed. "I apologize for the interruption. I knew the tailor would be coming, but not when. The dress is a gift because I have nothing formal to wear to an event. Yes, I could replicate something, but I appreciate the gesture."

She sat back down, hoping the explanation would be enough to explain the odd interruption. "Now, back to business."

Curtis could only blink at the situation, really. At the initial (maybe) authorized interruption, he'd scrambled to secure the holo projector and notes. Now, chin in hand, he rested an elbow on the table and said to himself, "So much like an Admiral despite the denials...."

"Right. Business," Curtis said clearing his throat. "Where were we?"

T'mpest looked at Curtis, one eyebrow raised. "No. NOT like an Admiral. I was not going to demand that a civilian change their busy schedule to accommodate me. Not for something that simple. Now, what were you saying about fighters and runabouts?"

Keeping his face and tone mild, Curtis said, "Aye aye, ma'am. I stand suitably chastised and corrected. Not like an Admiral. That would put us right about here in the brief, back before a civilian with no security clearance was allowed access. about....here. " His holo reversed, then froze and he said, "Got it," as images of the runabouts and fighters reappeared.

T'mpest chuckled softly. "I agree that they would both be excellent additions to the station. Would you rather get the fighters and runabouts first, or a CAG to help with the load in and set up?"

"The frames are coming. It'll be up to the CAG to organize their squadron to accomplish the missions given to them, which is where I come back in. Strategies to accomplish missions that CnC hands down," he turned, marshaling his notes and murmured very quietly. "The Second C apparently is for Clothiers. Who knew?"

The commodore remained calm, but a smile crept across her mouth. "I think Thavas Th'Omtala would appreciate that. He runs a shop called Sartorial Splendor. You should visit his shop."

Cara who had wanted to comment, decided to decline to make a comment. Curtis was already stirring the pot. Also, she found something that T'mpest had said, She was going on a date with someone.. wait was it Geral? the commodore was dating?

Her expression changed, a small smile appearing, as Cara gave T'mpest a scrutinizing gaze. She looked from Curtis back and forth thinking she needed popcorn

T'mpest turned her gaze on Cara. But, as she really didn't want to know what the other woman was thinking, she merely raised an eyebrow and pulled out another PADD. "Is there anything else we need to focus on? Most of the repairs are complete now. The repair yard is still a work in progress, but we can use that to do some upgrades so they can build fighters and runabouts as well as repair them." Fortunately, the larger dock for repairing starships was undamaged, but other parts of the facility hadn't fared as well during the attack.

The smile broadened slightly, it fading away as Cara concentrated upon the business at hand. Though, at the mention of Thavas, it reminded Cara that she still needed to go see him.

"With the commander being lead over that, will I still be the liaison with the Marines? Or will there be a shifting of assignments once more?" Curtis was an unknown factor in her opinion. More adjustments to be done.

"While the Marines may have some pilots, they do not fall under Strategic Operations. They are their own entity and so you will still liaise with them," T'mpest assured her.

"My job, as far as I understand it, would be to work with all the departments involved in an external threat or action, once a plan was put together," Curtis commented. "To insure the flow of intel, logistics and the like went both ways between separate commands. Unless there are objections, I'll continue to work on getting the air-arm set up logistically: that includes getting the Command Staff a list of goals for fighter cover and runabout patrols put together. Once we have those, they can be given to the CAG to get the job done. I can help coordinate there as needed."

"Beyond that, my next couple of weeks I'll be studying the most recent fight with the Cardassians and troubles planetside, that sort of thing. I'll also be meeting with Intel and Security to see where I might be able to help as needed. Being the new kid on the block, "Curtis asked, looking at both women, "Is there something I should be focused on, in particular?"

"Excellent." T'mpest had no doubt Thibideaux would do a fantastic job--until he eventually got called back to earth for a promotion. "Nothing else at the moment, no. Work with the new CAG and let us know what you need. And if you find anything else we need to take care of."

Cara was satisfied with what was spoken about. She was also interested in seeing the development of the flight group.

"Welcome to the team, and I truly hope that we do not drive each other too insane, as we work together as a team." Directing her gaze to both of them .

Gathering his dunnage, Curtis couldn't help himself but stage glance at the hatch and say, "I look forward to it ma'am's. And I'll be in touch. And I suppose I should get back to work before the Hatter shows up."

"Too late," T'mpest commented. Her expression was calm, but there was definitely a twinkle in her eye. "He was already here." Then she smiled at the other two. "From everything I have seen and heard, this is definitely going to be an adventure."

"It already is, with the three of us from different walks of life and experiences." Cara having a twinkle in her eyes and smiling brightly.

"With the variety of inhabitants and personnel on the station, that is a good thing," T'mpest replied. "I would like to schedule another meeting within the next week so we can stay up to date on our progress and on any problems that may arise."

"that sounds like a wonderful idea." Cara responded. She was now feeling a bit more comfortable as to how things were progressing. It gave her aa goal and also by that time, she will have finished making her apologies.

"Aye aye, Commodore," Curtis said, "I'll see it gets scheduled." He was about to ask for permission to leave, then decided he already had it and stepped through the hatch, mind turning to the next things.

There were always next things.

A post by

Commander Cara Letsul
Executive Officer
Deep Space 5

Lieutenant Commander Curtis Thibideaux
Strategic Operations Officer
Deep Space 5

Traxx
Tailor & Clothier for Lasusa's

Commodore T'mpest Michaels
Commander
Deep Space 5

 

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