Let's move, people...

[katiejaneway]

::steps briskly into Voyager's briefing room, circling to head of table...or perhaps only the nearest curve, since captainchakotay seems to be a dead, fairly immovable weight in his seat

Comments

[katiejaneway]

::tilts head::

Perhaps it's time you considering using technology outside of your own, then.

::holds up hand, pre-empting anticipated speech::

I usually don't endorse the risks such measures involve, but the stakes are somewhat high here...and besides, the technology I have in mind would seem to be partly of my own creation.

::taps comm badge, ignoring round table looks of confusion::

Ensign Paris...my apologies for the late invitation, but feel free to join us.

[miralparis]

::thumbs security code, sauntering in::

About time. And technically speaking, Captain, the technology Admiral Janeway ripped off of me was of Klingon concept. She was just wily enough to steal it.

[katiejaneway]

::lifts eyes::

Details.

::waves hand, motioning to spare seat::

Please.

::turns to face captainchakotay again, tone mild::

Ensign Paris and I have been discussing the technology she brought aboard. With supplementing, we believe we can fine tune it to reach wherever and whenever might be necessary for limited transport.

[captainchakotay]

Scheming behind my back, Kathryn? I suppose I should pretend to be surprised.

::doesn't bother masking contempt, moving gaze away...to next target::

Miral. Is there some reason you preferred sharing your allegedly vast talents with Captain Janeway and not my people?

[miralparis]

Don't be offended, Chakotay.

::takes seat, leaning back and steepling hands on lap::

Reasoning led me to believe that Janeway might have better ideas to offer on the matter...after all, it was her duplicate I worked in tandem with before.

She also might ultimately prove more sympathetic to my cause...saving the multiverse from assimilation, if you remember.

[captainchakotay]

I remember your cause, Ensign.

::leans forward, lowering voice and trying to decide what to be more vexed by at the moment...the insolence inherited from her mother, or the insolence inherited from her father::

I can also say with reasonable certainty that it's a lost one by now. If the Borg were cutting a swath through your universe, it's a fair bet that enough time has passed for them to have finished the job...assuming you weren't the only person capable of saving it and someone else didn't.

And don't expect me to believe you give a damn about any other universe.

[miralparis]

::straightens quickly, leaning forward as well to match his stance::

If anything is lost, Captain, it's your fault. I was prepared to do whatever might be necessary from the moment I arrived here. You happen to be the one who seems more interested in busying your guests with pointless tasks and fattening them up while you and your crew sit around doing nothing of any merit.

::evens tones out slightly, raising a hand to point at the other guest::

Up until Captain Janeway arrived, I had no way of fixing my technology without hers...their unexpected meshing is how we all landed here. Since the little tramp doesn't seem to like sharing and you refuse to exert any control over her whatsoever, there was nothing I could do.

[mirrorlinnis]

::stops spinning in own sullenly claimed seat, mouth forming into a little o at pointing and insult::

::wheels to face captainchakotay::

Are you gonna let her say things like that about me? Me?!

...

::huffs at complete non-answer, plopping back again and glaring at the Klingon::

Well, now I guess you won't ever get my...thingamabob.

[miralparis]

::bares teeth in full-throttle Klingon snarl, garnishing a small shred of satisfaction when the bimbo visibly cowers::

::inhales, then exhales::

::smoothes flyaway hair, moving eyes back to other sparring partner::

If you would take a few seconds to consider, Captain, I think you'll see that this is more in your interests than in either mine or Captain Janeway's. There is an old saying about means and ends...

[captainchakotay]

::transfers gaze between her...and her...and her...and the few other sensibly quiet females in the room::

::resists urge to crack knuckles, taking a deep breath of own instead::

::smiles, moving gaze back to least expected confidant::

Ensign Jetal. What's your take on their help offer?

[ahni_jetal]

::smacks gum in surprise, staring at him::

Me?

::glances to left, cringing a little at very Torres channeling Klingon death glare::

::looks right, reluctantly...shit,that death glare::

Why me?

[captainchakotay]

I trust that you have a sane, level head on your shoulders, and you would seem to be the person here with the least to lose regardless of any decision.

::waits expectantly::

[ahni_jetal]

Oh, well.

::can't think of much else to say to that initial rousing vote of confidence...considering the company, it isn't saying much, to be honest::

::slumps a little, thinking::

::can't really see where having the Par-is-ites aboard did much for order or efficiency, but at least they did count as warm bodies when it mattered...and Seven did enough work for ten anyhow::

::Sam probably would be less glum if her kid were, say, in the same universe again...and Tom did like to sneak in and relieve the boring gamma conn shifts::

::offers a shrug, rapping fingers on table::

I suppose it's worth a try.

[katiejaneway]

Ah, the joys of democracy...

::smiles despite misgivings at captainchakotay's decision-making methods...one bone of contention at a time::

Good. Now can we perhaps stop wasting valuable time bickering and get to the bottom of the matter?

[jennydelaney]

::heaves a sigh...didn't thinkthat would ever end...though it did provide a nice glimpse of what early staff meetings might have been like::

And before zero hundred hours, maybe? A girl needs all the beauty sleep she can get in this quadrant.

Especially since I've already jilted two dates tonight.

[captainchakotay]

::spreads hand, offering katiejaneway a thin smile::

By all means. Enlighten us, Kathryn.