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ten_fwd_npcs) wrote2015-06-02 09:14 pm
ten_fwd_npcs) wrote2015-06-02 09:14 pm
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The Vice Admiral's mission had been somewhat ... interrupted by the sudden regression to physiological childhood of not only him but also Agent Learmont and Lt Cdr Coates. Not to mention so very many of the visitors to this ship they'd come to investigate. Although everyone is now looking the correct age once more, the interviews he'd wanted to conduct shortly after arrival haven't happened.
Until now.
Tyrrell is seated at the head of the table in the conference room that's been set aside for their interviews, sipping a cup of coffee and occasionally pausing to glare at it. Not because there's anything wrong with it -- it's replicator coffee made to his specifications -- but because he's not pleased at the delay to his mission this interference by Q has caused.
In front of him on the wide, long table is a PADD, and in between sips from his cup, he's reading through the list on it. The list is a sampling of Picard's interdimensional and intertemporal guests, including some of those whose pasts and abilities are ... of particular interest.
Agent Learmont, accompanied by Security, has gone to fetch them one by one. She'll be polite and professional, as is her way.
When each of their interviewees arrive, she'll show them in, then sit down opposite them, just around the table from Tyrrell. That way, it looks less like it's two-on-one.
This is not supposed to appear intimidating.
Until now.
Tyrrell is seated at the head of the table in the conference room that's been set aside for their interviews, sipping a cup of coffee and occasionally pausing to glare at it. Not because there's anything wrong with it -- it's replicator coffee made to his specifications -- but because he's not pleased at the delay to his mission this interference by Q has caused.
In front of him on the wide, long table is a PADD, and in between sips from his cup, he's reading through the list on it. The list is a sampling of Picard's interdimensional and intertemporal guests, including some of those whose pasts and abilities are ... of particular interest.
Agent Learmont, accompanied by Security, has gone to fetch them one by one. She'll be polite and professional, as is her way.
When each of their interviewees arrive, she'll show them in, then sit down opposite them, just around the table from Tyrrell. That way, it looks less like it's two-on-one.
This is not supposed to appear intimidating.
KAYLIN NEYA
This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation.
That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.
He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures Kaylin into the room.
Re: KAYLIN NEYA
No.... no this was worse. This... Gods... this was like being dragged in to talk to Mallory when Marcus was rotting in caste jail after being framed for murder. That thought left her irritated and ****ed off. She hid some of it under the mask of "Hawk" the professionalism of a beat cop... but she couldn't hide all her disdain.
She did try though.
You couldn't fault her on following them, doing as she was told, so long as no one tried to touch the mark on her face, or asked her to surrender her daggers, bracer, or familiar.
The small dragon was half a sleep, it's translucent head on it's little paws. How translucent eyelids covered dark eyes, she would never understand.
She really hated magic.
She entered the room, and stood behind the chair that was clearly meant for her.
"You wanted to speak with me?" she asked, coolly and crisply.