Pestering. It's the Name of the Game.

Posted on Mon Apr 2, 2018 @ 3:04pm by Captain Madelina Weisz & Radun Dran

Mission: Falling Star
Location: XO's Office
Timeline: MD 32 || 1700 Hours

After his failure to get to the Commodore through normal means, he decided to try another route. The XO of the ship was a captain Weisz, and he hoped she would be able to give him some information. He patted his right hand pocket to ensure he had his card device and then rang the chime to her office.

Inside her office, Maddy sipped a cup of tea while she read over reports before sending them to Michael. Thankfully, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, which she was grateful for, but there were still others she had to get through before saying it was a normal day. She was moments away from reaching for another when the chime alerted her there was someone on the other side of her door. Why was it that people had a sixth sense for choosing to drop in on her when she was busy? It wasn't really their fault, but that meant she needed to pause what she was doing and deal with her company. "Come!"

Dran entered her office, pulling out his card and holding it up, "Radun Dran, Media Relations. I have some questions for you."

Maddy arched a brow as she leaned back in her chair to observe the man before her. She wasn't even a little impressed by him. "That's a hell of a way to greet someone, Mister Dran. Most people resort to annoying ways such as Hello, my name is or something as simple as Hi. But I suppose they didn't teach you manners when you were studying journalism, did they?" the redhead asked. "Your approach is about as perfect as a Nausicaan in a beauty contest. They both need a lot of work."

Dran groaned rather loudly, "I'd prefer if you Starfleet types would learn how to address Bajorans!" He pointed at his nose ridges rather dramatically. "But I suppose they didn't teach you proper address for foreign citizens in the academy, did they?"

"I know how to address foreign citizens properly, Mister Radun. You'll have to forgive me for my momentary lapse as this was not a meeting I was expecting. You see... past experience with those in media relations has left a truly sour taste in my mouth," she said, placing her hands in her desk and slowly rising to her feet. "Most individuals in your field are pompous, arrogant, annoying, and feel as though they should be given what they want... when they want it. That couldn't be further from the truth. Now, get to these questions you have, or get out."

"I apologize for my outburst as well, ma'am." Dran said, "I've heard stories that the Triumphant is going into some...interesting...areas in the near future, any comment on that?"

"No, I don't, Mister Radun," she began. "But that isn't just because I don't wish to comment, but also because I can't. I'm sure you understand that some things are sacred."

"Of course, of course." Dran said, making a note on his PADD, "what would you say about the readiness of the ship to take on any threat?"

"I would say that this ship is one of the finest in the fleet with a crew to match and can therefore take on anything that is thrown her way," the Captain replied. "We are prepared, and while there is always the unknown, we will handle that as it comes."

Dran smiled and nodded, continuing "could you tell me anything about recent events? Or is that classified?"

"Not necessarily classified as it is sensitive. We are not in a place where we can openly speak of recent events," Maddy stated.

"Understood, ma'am. Perhaps I can schedule a time to discuss that withg you later?"

"The best I can do with that is we'll have to see," she spoke. "That's all I can give you right now. I'll you'll excuse me, I have some work to get done. Perhaps, we'll talk more sometime in the future, but I make you no promises."