Nature, Nurture, Heaven and Home - Part One

Posted on Fri Mar 13th, 2020 @ 7:17pm by Commander Jackson Antilles & Commodore T'Shaamet 'Runt' Antilles
Edited on on Fri Mar 13th, 2020 @ 7:47pm

Mission: Mission 97: The Fleet Reorganization Saga
Location: Various Locations - USS Infinity
Timeline: 0830Hrs - August 14th, 2392

Commodore T'Shaamet looked up at her mate with an inquiring look in her eyes. "Jackson. This isn't a wise plan." she raised an eyebrow in the typical Vulcan fashion, she and her husband were due to go on leave tomorrow morning, they were to go home to Vulcan with their son for a months quality time off together.

"We're in the dock and we're not going anywhere, most of the crew is gone on leave to who knows where and you are still working ten hour days. Really T'Shaamet, you should take some time off, god knows you earned it." he was standing before her wearing jeans and a light grey shirt, with a pair of sneakers. As out of uniform as he could get while still wearing clothing. "This isn't good for Evoras. He's still sorting things out." Jackson regarded his Vulcan mate. "That is with what happened and recent events."

"I know." the shorter then average Vulcan female answered in a quiet tone of voice before she huffed a soft sigh before she picked up her uniform jacket from where it was draped over the back of the chair next to her, she then slipped it onto her frame.

Antilles smiled at his wife. "You still look as sexy as ever." a gentle smile playing on his lips.

"Flatterer," T'Shaamet responded, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

"It's true. Besides, I don't recall you complaining last night." Antilles regarded his wife with a wide grin. "You were magnificent."

"So were you," T'Shaamet answered as she looked up at him. "I must go up to the bridge and see whats going on," she commented before she took her leave of her husband who watched her leave in silence, he knew in his heart that T'Shaamet was a product of the system that Starfleet had made and she would always be true to it, rather than protest her actions. He would head on down to sickbay and see how his guys were doing before he went on leave this afternoon.

T'Shaamet moved down the hallway as the diminutive Vulcan female approached her destination before she tapped the turbolift call button before she settled in to wait. The doors opened a moment later and thankfully was empty, the small female entered before she gave her destination.

T'Shaamet stood in silence as she waited for the turbolift to move to the destination she had selected. The doors opened and she stepped out onto her bridge. Her command crew were mostly absent as many were on leave but Commander Sarah Horner was still present as she often never took leave time, but that was because she was dedicated to her career and had no family to call her own.

"Morning Commander, anything new?" T'Shaamet inquired as she moved towards her command chair in the center of the bridge.

"Morning skipper. Nope. Not a thing." Horner answered evenly as the Operations officer turned her head. "Captain, you have a message coming in from Rear Admiral St John, it's marked as urgent."

T'Shaamet nodded. "Please route the call to my ready room and I'll take it there. Thank you." she turned and went into the ready room as Horner sighed softly. "Probably marked it as urgent because he doesn't like to be kept waiting and he likes making other people run around like idiots." she muttered under her breath.

However, a few people on the bridge heard her and many who did silently agreed with the Exec.

T'Shaamet went over to the large wall monitor, which she tapped once and as if on command, the face of an older human male appeared before her. "Admiral. What can I do for you?" the small Vulcan female inquired in an emotionless tone of voice.

"Captain T'Shaamet. I am promoting you to Commodore and assigning you to become the Executive officer for the third wing assigned to the ninety-second fleet," he commented. "Your new assignment takes effect at noon and you have four other ships assigned to your command."

"Yessir. I understand." the Vulcan answered, had it been anyone else, this would have been insulting but T'Shaamet was a Vulcan. "Thank you for this opportunity, sir," she added, to soothe ruffled feathers.

"The other ships in your group have already been informed," he commented. "They are listed as Captains Traci MacIntosh, Christopher Daniels, Kira Antilles and Karl Reyes, they are commanding the USS Ishtar-A, USS Miranda-C, the Relentless-F, and the Deutschland." St John explained for the benefit of the Vulcan female before him. "Any questions.?"

"No Admiral. Thank you for making me aware of the assignment I will be handling." T'Shaamet responded before she gently nodded her head.

"Very well then. I will leave you with it. St Ryan out." and with that, the wall monitor went black as the small Vulcan sighed softly, she knew that her leave time went out the airlock, her right hand snaked across her chest and frame before she gently tapped her combadge. "T'Shaamet to Antilles, could you come up to my ready room please?"

"On my way skipper." came the response from her husband.

T'Shaamet tapped her combadge a second time, closing the communication channel before she went over to the desk, she gently picked up a PADD as she began to call up the service records of the Captain's who would be serving under her before the small female sat down behind her desk. "Captain Karl Reyes," she commented. "Why were you assigned to me?" she inquired. "You have impressive credentials and your service record, by itself, speaks for itself." the small female commented softly, more to herself than anyone else as she was presently alone when her doorbell beeped at her.

"Toodle Deep."

"Come in," T'Shaamet commented aloud, the doors opened and in walked her husband, still wearing civilian clothing. "You called Tee. Whats up?" he inquired, using her nickname when the two were dating as at the time, it was easier to say rather than calling her 'Runt' or T'Shaamet. "You look disgruntled." Jackson moved into the office and took a seat across from his Vulcan wife who was only two-thirds of his size but she had the strength and striking power that outclassed him. Antilles knew how his wife thought and he knew she was about two minutes away from losing her temper completely so clearly this was not a happy event.

T'Shaamet raised an eyebrow as she placed the PADD on her desk before she slid it across to him. "I am being promoted. You know what this means." as she gave him a pointed look that spoke volumes.

"It means I am going to hur-" he smiled. "I mean misplace someone's medical paperwork so they will need all their shots again.?"

T'Shaamet knew there was no getting away from her husband's sense of humor as she simply nodded her head in agreement. "Your target, should you desire to accept it. is Rear Admiral St John of Starfleet Independent Fleet Operations, thanks to this piece of human excrement, I am promoted to Commodore but that's not what's bothering me."

Jackson raised an eyebrow as he regarded his wife and her chosen choice of wording. "Well, this escalated quickly, but I know what's bothering you."

"You do?" T'Shaamet inquired. "What exactly is that..?"

"Your leave and my leave just got canceled because Admiral St Fucking John wants to be an asshole."

"Precisely," T'Shaamet responded, a soft growl at the back of her throat. "I'm not going to be able to go with you to Vulcan's Forge, or home to Vulcan, even thigh I desperately need this leave." she paused. "I will speak with Admiral Shepard instead and inform her of the issue, she will either give us this leave... or I will cram my boot into orifices she needs for other things."

"I know, I read your medical files." he nodded at her. "I'm going to stick in a protest over this, everyone needs time off, including you and you've not taken leave time in way too godammed long. I'm also going to call in your Exec and boot her ass of this ship too." he then smiled. "Its time someone put the fear of god back in command."

"Then I will not question you on such things. As you are my chief of medical and I know better than to question you on medical related matters."

"The same as I don't question you on command, I trust you with such things, I always have and I always will." Antilles slowly smiled as he added. "My siblings are wanting to see me for this leave, they were overjoyed to hear I was alive and well," Antilles explained with a smile.

"When we should arrange for them to come visit us on this assignment, if command wants to cancel my leave then I will still take my time off, I'll do it here instead."

Antilles knew fully well that once his wife's mind was made up, that was the end of the conversation but he might be able to reason with her on some things but today he had no intentions of doing any such thing. "Very well. I will inform them to come here and visit." he smiled

"Excellent. I had best arrange a meeting with myself and these guys so I can at least accomplish something for today." T'Shaamet explained. "Feel free to stick around."

"I will do so," Antilles responded.