>With bloodied wings I rise again. [Princeps Julian | Helot Gaila | Khan Verse | Closed!]
Your recent record has been spotty at best, Bashir. Quadrant Command expects results. I would prefer that you not prove that my faith in you has been misplaced.
[Princeps Julian Bashir's gaze hardened slightly as he regarded the Lord Commander Sisko. He had no doubt that nothing would please the ebon-skinned man more than to have a reason to strip him of his titles and privileges. Julian lifted his chin a fraction, but kept his tone respectful and evenly modulated.]
It is not misplaced, Lord Commander. However, the dissidents have proven wilier than anticipated.
[It was inconceivable that a resistance lead by lesser races such as Bajorans and Cardassians could continue to harry the Earthfleet and pose a threat to the Khanate and yet...here he was being taken to task for not having obliterated them completely.]
You have shown yourself as an able and loyal commander, princeps. That is the only reason I don't have you running patrol duty on the border of the Klingon Protectorate.
As it turns out, you have an opportunity to redeem yourself in my, and the Khanate's eyes.
[Sisko gestured off to the side, beckoning one of his helots to come forward, he gestured toward the isolinear rod she carried.]
There is intel that the infamous Kira Nerys is hiding somewhere in the Ajir system. I expect you to apprehend her and bring her back alive to be tried for her various crimes. Do this, and all will be forgiven.
[The Ajir system was on the rim of known space. It was the equivalent of being sent to the provinces. Princeps Julian knew that he was likely being sent on a wild goose chase to further undermine his position. And if, by miracle, he succeeded in his task, the Lord Commander himself would claim the credit. He gave a curt nod, keeping his displeasure to himself.
His attention was then drawn to the green skinned woman who was walking towards him to hand over the information. She was rather strikingly beautiful, for an alien.]
[Princeps Julian Bashir's gaze hardened slightly as he regarded the Lord Commander Sisko. He had no doubt that nothing would please the ebon-skinned man more than to have a reason to strip him of his titles and privileges. Julian lifted his chin a fraction, but kept his tone respectful and evenly modulated.]
It is not misplaced, Lord Commander. However, the dissidents have proven wilier than anticipated.
[It was inconceivable that a resistance lead by lesser races such as Bajorans and Cardassians could continue to harry the Earthfleet and pose a threat to the Khanate and yet...here he was being taken to task for not having obliterated them completely.]
You have shown yourself as an able and loyal commander, princeps. That is the only reason I don't have you running patrol duty on the border of the Klingon Protectorate.
As it turns out, you have an opportunity to redeem yourself in my, and the Khanate's eyes.
[Sisko gestured off to the side, beckoning one of his helots to come forward, he gestured toward the isolinear rod she carried.]
There is intel that the infamous Kira Nerys is hiding somewhere in the Ajir system. I expect you to apprehend her and bring her back alive to be tried for her various crimes. Do this, and all will be forgiven.
[The Ajir system was on the rim of known space. It was the equivalent of being sent to the provinces. Princeps Julian knew that he was likely being sent on a wild goose chase to further undermine his position. And if, by miracle, he succeeded in his task, the Lord Commander himself would claim the credit. He gave a curt nod, keeping his displeasure to himself.
His attention was then drawn to the green skinned woman who was walking towards him to hand over the information. She was rather strikingly beautiful, for an alien.]