Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in You Look Pretty while I do the Work

Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) in You Look Pretty while I do the Work

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in You Look Pretty while I do the Work
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Revna blinked awake as the alarm buzzed softly. One lasting benefit of her injury, she’d used a softer alarm to keep from startling herself from a dead sleep. She reached over and tapped the control to turn it off. She looked at Mike next to her and quietly got up and let him sleep. The shower could be heard running briefly. And then quiet movements. 20 minutes after getting up, Revna appeared, hair braided into small braids and then into one larger braid woven through the the copper beads. She was wearing a light grey heavy linen dress covered by a royal blue apron dress made of silk. Shoulder straps secured with gold half dollar sized Nordic wolf knot broaches connected by a delicate metal chain adorned with amethyst and rose quartz. And then a soft leather belt with a long tail in front to finish it. She secured her combadge to the belt. She walked over, leaned down and kissed Mike. “I’ll be back as soon as they are done showing off. I love you.”

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At exactly 0555 Revna walked through the door to the private dinning room. Breakfast with the Ambassador at 0600. It was really too early for this, or maybe she was just not used to working to someone else’s schedule anymore. She’d been making her own schedules for years now. She entered the room and looked around, taking in every detail.
McKenzie, Diplomatic Attaché

The room was mostly empty save for two tables: one set with three place settings and one set for four. At the table for four sat four figures, all save one in the gold dress uniforms of Star Fleet Security. The odd one out wore a flowing dress deep purple. As the doors opened the four stopped and looked at Revna in unison. The purple dress turned back and the three Security officers followed her cue and resumed eating.

The table for three had two figures seated at it, both male, and who both stood up as she entered. One was an older Vulcan man, and who had a countenance of dignified welcome: the Federation Ambassador to the Delta Quadrant, S’tek. A slow, formal bow of his head was all the acknowledgement he gave Revna as she entered; but he remained standing as she approached.

The other man was human. A striking figure at just over six feet tall, immaculately styled black hair served to make the ice-blue eyes stand out even more. He was handsome in a rouge-ish fashion, and as he stood he put his hands behind his back and regarded her in a professional, appraising manner. He was dressed in the red dress uniform of Star Fleet Command officers, and Captain’s pips shone brightly on his collar.

“Ms. Edman. Do join us, won’t you?” the Ambassador said as she came closer, and the Captain politely pulled a chair out for her.

Ambassador S’tek

Revna bowed her head, with slight bed of her knee added. Why? Because that was her culture and it was just enough to represent it and not over whelm the rest of the customs in the room. Ms Edman indeed and a small smile flitted across her face, only noticed if one was really paying attention. She gave the captain a quick once over as she approached. Her face didn’t show it but mentally she raised a brow at the pulled out chair and laughed to herself. Too soon Cap’n. Even for a test. She angled to by pass the chair and came to a stop 3 feet from the Ambassador and raised her right hand, fingers paired and splayed. “Peace and Long Life Ambassador S’tek.”
McKenzie no wait Edman, Diplomatic Attaché

“Live long, and Prosper Ms. Edman.” the Ambassador said and returned the gesture. He looked at the Captain and then said “Please allow me to introduce you to Captain Alexander Cochrane, Commanding Officer of the USS Manhattan. Captain, Ms. Revna Edman, the new Diplomatic Attache assigned to your vessel.” Cochrane smiled a professionally friendly smile and extended his hand. “Ms. Edman, a pleasure. I look forward to working with you. And the crew of the Manhattan will do whatever we can to make your tenure with us as pleasant and safe as possible.”

Cochrane, CO / Ambassador S’Tek

Revna turned toward the Cochrane and shook his hand. It was firm and professional. She had no need to use a handshake as a power play. She dropped her hand to her side. Hands open and relaxed. Her body language conveying ease and self-assurance. “It’s a pleasure Captain Cochrane, but I do look forward to repeating this process when you can be physically present.” Without looking she pointed up and toward the aft wall where a Holo emitter was glowing faintly. “Is the Manhattan still on schedule to arrive tomorrow at 1900?” Now here was the real question: would they conform to Earth custom and wait for her to sit first, or to rank and prestige and wait for the Ambassador to sit first? And that was totally dependent on what they Ambassador would do.
Ed…McK....Revna, Diplomatic Attaché

The corner of Cochrane’s mouth curled slightly as he suppressed a grin. “1400. We do try to make things as inconvenient for Traffic Control as we can.” Cochrane replied. The Ambassador took a seat and Cochrane did as well.

The Ambassador steepled his fingers together and rested his forearms on the edge of the table. “As the two of you will be working closely together, I wanted to make sure we are all in agreement as to the various areas of influence Ms. Edman Captain Cochrane will share… and where lines will be drawn. Are we in agreement that is the most logical course of action?” and he looked between the two.

S’Tek / Cochrane

Revna sat, folded her hands in her lap and leaned, slightly against the back of the chair. Rather than showing laziness it conveyed a focus and intent on the work before her. There was a calm quiet to her, that had served her well as a counselor and would, she had no doubt, be equally useful in this position. “I am,” she spoke softly, Revna rarely raised her voice. She turned slightly to address Cochrane. “I would much rather iron out the wrinkles here and not in the trenches.” And Earth saying but accurate. Revna was also aware that depending on the situation she’d default to her Star Fleet training. Revna, a long time ago, it seemed, had completed her bridge officer’s test and she more than most diplomats would understand Cochrane’s responsibilities.
Revna, woman of many hidden talents