Me? in command?

Posted on Sun Feb 4th, 2018 @ 1:34pm by Captain Taliserra Tigran & Lieutenant Kallen Navore
Edited on on Tue Feb 6th, 2018 @ 4:25pm

1,908 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Misson 1 - Rebirth
Location: Ready room
Timeline: 22nd jan 2395

ON:

=/\= Bridge to Commander Tigran =/\= came the voice of LT Delvok over Taliserra's combadge.

Taliserra groaned slightly when she heard the noise, so far the afternoon had been nice and quiet, her daughter Lashell was fast asleep and everything was peaceful, so peaceful she was relaxing in her real water shower.

The combadge beeped again, it must be important.

Stopping the shower she reached out and tapped it. =/\= Go ahead bridge. =/\=

=/\=We just received a transmission from the USS Falcon. =^= The OPS Officer relayed. =^= According to the Yeoman; Spartan is her name, The Commodore is reporting ready to come over for the formalities at your convenience. =^= The man dolled on. =^= His entourage is reported as being in the Hangar Bays, he came by Captain's Boat.=^=

=/\= A Commodore? formalities?=/\= Taliserra's mind started racing, a visit from a Commodore was relatively rare but any visit by a 'higher up' was always for something important. =/\= Direct his party to the ready room and tell them I will be there shortly.=/\=

=/\= Understood, bridge out. =/\=

Racing out of the shower Taliserra grabbed her towel and dried herself off as thoroughly but quickly as she could, her extremely long hair was going to be troublesome, it always needed a lot of brushing after a shower but she didn't really have time. She comm'd down to her mother to ask her to come back to keep an eye on Lashell for a little and then after quickly dressing she practically ran out of the door towards a turbolift.


[Bridge]

Just at the turbolift Spartan waited, she had made the trip with Shiloh; her job had expanded a little with his being a Flag Officer now. SHe is of average height at five foot five; the uniform is pressed crisply down to the creases in the optional skirt that she wore with black tights and calf height boots. Where that stopped the tailoring started in that her seamstress had made sure that morning the uniform met all standards; the dyes used in the silk were perfect and Spartan had only the minimal make-up on to highlight her shoulder length hair. The Padd in her hand has the notes required and Spartan knew whom she waited for on sight thanks to the files.

"You would be Taliserra Tigran?" Spartan offered a hand shake. "I am Yeoman Teena Spartan of Commodore Shiloh's staff; I am actually the staff." She grinned, obvious under control as no loose pheromones to give the officers a head ache. "I thought I might have a moment to help you get ready to meet the boss... I mean the Commodore?" She seemed a bit flustered. "He is not as bad as his reputation you know?"

"Nice to meet you." Taliserra said and shook the young Orions hand. "I would welcome any advice, I have never met Commodore Siloh."

Spartan gave a once over to the Officer in front of her and nod.

"Call him by his rank only the first time; he is not really great on formalities; if he had his way he would visit ships via telecom." Spartan glanced at her notes. "Your officer instructed the boss to be in your Ready Room; he has his wife with him as well." Spartan explained. "She is a betaziod Counselor but very strict about things, she is having more of a fun time getting into her newlywed brain case so you cannot really slip up with any loose thoughts with her." Spartan made eye contact. "He really is more of a dear; he is kind of gruff on edge but kind in the core despite his reputation as "Gunslinger Shiloh." She giggled. "He is a pistol sharp shooting champ several years running as a hobby. So that is his reputation, and that should about do for instructions. He is here to do a good job report type of action, so you can be a little relaxed in that it is nothing bad for his trip here."

Taliserra took a deep breath. "Ok, here we go." Striding across the bridge with Spartan in tow she stepped into the ready room.

The chair behind the desk had a man in his later thirties, a strog face and the ridges of his Bajoran heritage, the sharp uniform was slightly off kilter as the jacket was only zipped half way up the front, giving a more casual look to it. The man rose when the doors parted.

Behind him to his right was a lovely Betazoid lady, her longer hair swpt over her right shoulder and she wore her uniform more to regulations, her hands clasped in front of her as is proper with only her left ring finger displaying the human tradition of marriage other than a slight blush.

"Here is Lieutenant Commander Talissera Tigran as you requested." Spartan stayed closer to the door.

"Permission to come aboard, officially?" Shiloh asked. "Your Officer of the deck ushered me here after acknowledging me but I thought I should show respects."

"Permission granted Commodore, welcome to the USS Wolff." Taliserra said standing at attention.

Shiloh came around to sit on the edge of the desk corner; gesturing to the chair across from him.

"Come in Commander, have a seat; I will try to make this as painless as possible." Shiloh gave a grin. "I am Hans Siloh and the Task Force Commanding Officer." He chuckled. "It was easier when I just said Captain." He shrugged. "Please sit and we can talk a little if you don't mind?

Tali relaxed a little and sat down. "If I may say Sir, your message caught me completely by surprise. I had never expected a personal visit."

I was close to the sector." Shiloh started and caught a look from his Imzadi. "Forgive my manners please, I k\eep thinking of us as one. "This is my wife Commander Naiya Ishaal; who also happens to be my Second Officer on the Falcon, she came along as witness to any proceedings I have in an official capacity.

"Hello Commander Tigran." Ishaal smile brightly. "Sorry to have dropped in so suddenly." She gave a look to her husband and he seemed to get the point without her saying a word.

"Yes about that." Shiloh took a deeep breath before speaking. "The Center chair has become open on the Wolff; it was felt you had the experience with the ship to spread your command wings." He began. "We need someone to Command her after repairs, you get first shot at the chair if you want it." Shiloh smiled. "Your record as Xo has not been unnoticed so I am authorized; by my own authority as a Flag Officer, I am putting the command of the USS Wolff to you. Say the word and you are her new Commanding Officer." He stated it rather than a question.

"I have been with this ship almost from its very beginning, I would be honoured to command it." Tali found herself saying before she'd even thought it over fully.

*Told you it would be easy.* Shiloh smiled as he thought hard to his Imzadi; her raised eyebrow and look made him shrug.

"Well that is good to know, there are formalities of course." He gave a wink to his Imzadi and she handed him a small box. "I cannot give a ship over to an officer out of uniform of course." He opened the box to show the rank of Commander pips. "Who lets a Lieutenant Commander run a ship?"

*Someone who won their command in a card game with an Admiral* Ishall projected to her husband, referring to how he got his first command.

*I was on the promotion list.* He retort.

"Congratulations... Commander." Shiloh added.

"Thank you Sir." Tali said, taking the box she quickly removed the brand new gold pip from it and switched it with the black one on her collar.

"Computer, transfer all command functions USS Wolf to Commander Talissera Tigran, Command Code Shiloh alpha gamma six one two four seven dracmir three. Confirm."

[Confirm transfer all Command Functions.] The Computer echoed.

"Maybe I should have done that after I left, now I cannot even open a door." Shiloh shrugged. "Well Commander she is officially yours, I am not one for all the Fanfair."

"You should have seen his face at the ceremony of him becoming a Commodore." Ishaal snickered. "You think he was in a firing squad's crosshairs."

Tali couldn't help but smirk herself "That must have been an interesting sight."

"I was a Gunslinger in my youth, I know a firing squad when I see one." Shiloh remarked. before he glanced to the New Commanding Officer. "I would save you that fate."

"Thank you, I have no intention of getting shot again any time soon." Tali grimaced slightly remembering the distressing circumstances that led to the huge scar in her shoulder.

"Is getting shot part of a Command requirement?" Ishaal remarked. "I will be quite happy remaining as a 2nd officer thank you."

"Well I guess I should change a little." He rose from the desk. "This is yours now, why not give it a try, it will have a new feel to it I can tell you." He chuckled. "When the chair is yours it takes on something... new." Ishaal moved to be around to be close to her Husband.

"Sir I have sat in that chair many times over the last six months since Captain Emmerson left eagerly awaiting the day when the Wolff can return to space, it needs a little adjusting." She smiled a little. "But it is a good sturdy chair."

"Have your OPS look at that, or even order a new one." Shiloh offered a handshake. "I will leave you to setting it up how you like." He glanced around. "Though I never did like the idea of a fish tank."

"No you have an old blaster behind your desk ready to draw." Ishaal added. "That Ready Room is all you." She glanced to the younger woman. "Just make it comfortable, you will be spending a lot of time in it so be sure it fits."

"I will look in to a few personal touches. Thank you Sir." Tali took Siloh's hand.

"You are part of my Command." Shiloh ended the handshake as is proper. "You call me if you need." He offered an arm to his wife.

"Be well Commander and may you never be alone." Ishaal gave her blessing.

Oh and before I forget." Shiloh look her in the eyes. "I reserve the right to visit officially to check your progress." Giving a sly grin. "Cannot have you thinking every time I show up you get a promotion or such." He winked and lead his wife towards the door. "Take good care of her Commander." The last words as he was exiting the Ready Room. "A tour of the bridge..." He said loudly enough to alert the Bridge staff before the doors closed.

Taliserra remained standing till the Commodore left and the door closed before slumping into her chair, she was happy the command issue had finally been resolved but still surprised it had been given to her.

"Looks like we are going to be together for a long while longer." She said aloud, turning the chair back towards the desk she tapped on the console.

"Captains log, stardate....."

OFF:

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Commadore Hans Shiloh
Task Force Commander Area 51

Commander Taliserra Tigran
Commanding Officer
USS Wolff

 

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