Posted by Captain Natalie Greer (Commanding Officer) in Bridge-Main Sim

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Natlie looked at Jarett “What do you know about this attack?” She asked coldly “And you can quit jeering at me. It makes me think that you and the admiral are involved in this even more than I did when the Admiral was here.” She said “SO start sharing!” She commanded.

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Jarrett’s face was the picture of innocence as he stared back at Greer before a smirk crept into the corners of his lips. He went to dismissively shrug, but paused partially through the motion, leaving his shoulders in quite the amusing position. “You might want to try looking, oh, over there a little more,” he commented, waving his hand dismissively at the view screen in front of them, despite the fact that the Asimov was already at the coordinates indicated in the reports.

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Natalie had had enough and turned on Jarrett walking over to him she grabbed him by the front of his uniform and shoved him against the wall of the bridge, a display of temper that none of her crew had ever seen in the normally quiet captain, pinning him to the wall with her prosthetic arm, making it very clear that she meant business “I already have orders from Admiral Jefferson to throw your butt in the brig and charge you with treason. ” She said “When I ask you a question or any of my crew ask you a question, you will answer that question with something more than a shrug or I will personally haul your sorry backside to the Brig and make sure that you are as uncomfortable as possible.” Natalie looked him directly in the eye “Do I make myself clear. I will not get my crew killed because of you and Admiral Jefferson can get your five seconds of fame.”

“Commander Black pull up the message from Admiral Jefferson about this situation.” She said “Greer Alpha 2 Omega”. Natalie’s statements were not untrue and Admiral Jefferson expressed concerns about the entire situation and gave orders to put Jarrett in the Brig if he failed to cooperate.

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Jarrett’s face remained remarkably blank as Greer pushed him against the wall of the bridge. Again, a smirk danced at the edges of his lips as he studied the woman intently in a not entirely professional manner. “Captain, if you’ve needed to get your hands on me that badly, we certainly could have arranged something for off-duty hours,” he replied. The smirk took over his entire face as he stage-whispered, “I think the crew might be getting the wrong idea.” A slight twist of his body later and he was free from her grasp. “I’m most interested to hear what Admiral Jefferson had to say about my contributions to her staff, though. Maybe we can work out a bit of a trade of information…”

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