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Lieutenant Solaris McLaren - Multiple Ambitions. ( Tag: Dirsoni )

2018-01-07 03:49:23

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------=_Part_12465_755627232.1515296963688 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="UTF-8" *(( Starbase 118 - Black Tower ))* Dirsoni: Hmm. Well, ::He motioned for McLaren to follow him out toward the meeting room set near these offices.:: You'll want to keep up with your medical and counseling visits, they're required to retain your access. :: Sol followed him out. :: McLaren: Sensible... Im pretty sure I'm up todate. I had reviews not too long before I left the Conny... :: She paused. :: I suppose I should stop in to Sickbay and Counseling here though... Dirsoni: I wouldn't worry too much about the tower layout either. You'll get more access once all the checks are complete, but it's still restricted by what your role is. It's much too big of a department for everyone to see everything. :: Sol nodded stepping over to the replicator. :: McLaren: Tea, Earl-Grey, double sweet, hot. :: It came to her easily. She waited at the hum of the replicator started, turning to Dirsoni. :: Im sure I'll manage to not get lost... oO much. Oo Dirsoni: And leave the fantasies about field agents on the holodeck where they belong. Bring that to work and you're liable to get people killed. :: Sol shrugged casually, restraining herself from rolling her eyes. The 'getting people killed' line was certainly dramatic. :: McLaren: They're not entirely fantasies... desires certainly... but realistic ones I think... :: Sol picked up the mug from the replicator, sitting in the chair next to Dirsoni, angling toward him. :: I'm very aware of what my position is currently, but there is always the ambition for more. :: Her voice was level. :: Dirsoni: ? :: She sipped her tea calmly. :: McLaren: Im perfectly capable of separating the two when needed, but it is what I was trained for... Id much rather be gathering the data in the field than sifting through it in an office. Dirsoni: ? :: Sol nodded. :: McLaren: Oh you needn't worry, I'm not about to let it get in the way of doing my job. :: She grinned. :: There are other ambitions of mine that wouldn't let me slack off just because I'd rather be doing something else. :: She took another sip of her tea. :: Dirsoni: ? McLaren: Whichever ambition I realize first is whichever the universe presents the best opportunities for. Dirsoni: ? ~~~ Lieutenant Solaris McLaren Intelligence Officer Starbase 118 Operations C239210SM0 -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "UFOP: StarBase 118 - StarBase 118 Ops" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to sb118-ops+unsubscribe@googlegroups.com. To view this discussion on the web visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/sb118-ops/25de8b98-2056-4519-bbd6-174441a45bf1%40googlegroups.com. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout. ------=_Part_12465_755627232.1515296963688 Content-Type: text/html; charset="UTF-8" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable
(( Starbase 118 - Black Tower ))


Dirsoni: Hmm. Well, ::He motioned for McLaren to follo= w him out toward the meeting room set near these offices.:: You'll want= to keep up with your medical and counseling visits, they're required t= o retain your access.=C2=A0

:: Sol followed him ou= t. ::

McLaren: Sensible... Im pretty sure I'm = up todate. I had reviews not too long before I left the Conny... :: She pau= sed. :: I suppose I should stop in to Sickbay and Counseling here though...=

Dirsoni: I wouldn't worry too much about the = tower layout either. You'll get more access once all the checks are com= plete, but it's still restricted by what your role is. It's much to= o big of a department for everyone to see everything.

<= div>:: Sol nodded stepping over to the replicator. ::

<= div>McLaren: Tea, Earl-Grey, double sweet, hot. :: It came to her easily. S= he waited at the hum of the replicator started, turning to Dirsoni. :: Im s= ure I'll manage to not get lost... oO much. Oo

Dirsoni: And leave the fantasies about field agents on the holodeck where = they belong. Bring that to work and you're liable to get people killed.= =C2=A0

:: Sol shrugged casually, restraining herse= lf from rolling her eyes. The 'getting people killed' line was cert= ainly dramatic. ::

McLaren: They're not entire= ly fantasies... desires certainly... but realistic ones I think... :: Sol p= icked up the mug from the replicator, sitting in the chair next to Dirsoni,= angling toward him. :: I'm very aware of what my position is currently= , but there is always the ambition for more. :: Her voice was level. ::

Dirsoni: ?

:: She sipp= ed her tea calmly. ::

McLaren: Im perfectly capabl= e of separating the two when needed, but it is what I was trained for... Id= much rather be gathering the data in the field than sifting through it in = an office.

Dirsoni: ?

:: = Sol nodded. ::

McLaren: Oh you needn't worry, = I'm not about to let it get in the way of doing my job. :: She grinned.= :: There are other ambitions of mine that wouldn't let me slack off ju= st because I'd rather be doing something else. :: She took another sip = of her tea. ::

Dirsoni: ?

McLaren: Whichever ambition I realize first is whichever the universe pres= ents the best opportunities for.

Dirsoni: ?
<= div>

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Lieutenant=C2= =A0Solaris McLaren
Intelligence Officer
Starbase 118 Operations
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