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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.
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It doesn't work, but she can at least appreciate the attempt, if nothing else.
She walks into the room and sits down, her posture military-straight, hands folded on top of the table. It's not a coincidence that she's wearing her uniform, though it's almost certainly a style no one else in the room will recognize; all the same, it's still plainly a Romulan uniform, from the patterning in the dark green fabric of her jacket to the subtle bird-of-prey insignia on her belt buckle.
"Admiral," she says, acknowledging Tyrrell with a brief inclination of her head. Her demeanor is perfectly courteous and perfectly detached, almost Vulcan-cool. Almost. She is trying not to telegraph her discomfort, but it may show through a little anyway.