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Join Date: Jun 2012
03-07-2013, 01:35 PM
*T'mar is in Sickbay with the children. She's still in constant mental contact with them, helping them learn to control their abilities. Andrews is watching.*
Andrews: You're not even slightly worried about the Captain, are you?
T'mar: What do you mean?
Andrews: She collapsed, lieutenant. She almost died.
T'mar: I know. I was there.
Andrews: What did you see in her mind?
*T'mar snaps to look at him.*
T'mar: that, is NONE of your business.
Andrews: When it affects the safety of this ship's Captain and as a result, the crew, it becomes very much my business.
T'mar: Then I suggest you find a medical reason for what happened. Mind Melds count as telepathic contact, and according to Republic Law, telepathic contact of any kind is Personal Information. Unless you want to get a warrant for the information, which would require pressing criminal charges, I don't have to tell you anything.
Andrews: Lieutenant, I'm not arguing with you. Know this, if the Captain appears unable, I have the duty and the power to relieve her of Command.
T'mar: And as Chief of Security, I will subsequently mention in my report your inability to find the cause of her blackout. Are we understood?
Andrews: We are.
*T'mar turns back to the kids as Andrews walks away. Forgetting to block her thoughts, T'mar glances towards him.*
T'mar *Thinking, not realising that the children can to hear her*: Jerk.
*The Republic and Co. arrive at Lanco III after disengaging the Forcefield Solar Sails. The Riker quickly begins swapping the Monitor Satellites with the COS satellites.*
OOC: Now going offline. Be back at (hopefully) 14:00 UTC tomorrow (17 hours).
The Game of Houses (A Klingon fan-fic)
"Logic and War are old enemies"
Vice Admiral Soval - Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Bunker Hill