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OdileCondacin

"The End of the World, or, How Rumors Begin"

Something went sailing from Odile's office through the air, collided with a cabinet, and fell unceremoniously to the floor. Upon further inspection, it bore a Starfleet insignia and a few lines of basic text beneath it.

 

"I don't believe this!" Odile raged, storming out of the office. "I can't understand!"

 

Flipping her long, shimmering black hair, Aiella looked over to her department head. Then, as dryly as a martini, she asked, "Understand what, sweety? It's a padd. It has words. You read them."

 

"This is all his fault! I just wanted to get commissioned without going to the academy for years! Did he arrange that? No! He had to go and get me promoted!"

 

"Who?" she asked, laying down the scanner she had in hand and turning on the stool to face the Xenexian.

 

"Him -- the captain, my old friend... the Dameon!"

 

"Oh! The puppy!"

 

"Yes." Odile nodded eagerly. "Capt -- Admiral Puppy. He said he could help me skip out on the Academy nonsense, but he didn't say anything about this. This is just... travesty."

 

Aiella smiled widely and ruefully at the Xenexian, who was about one straw across the proverbial camel's back from having a major breakdown. Now if only she could find... "You must have been some yeoman..."

 

Odile's eyes widened. "It wasn't like that!!" she answered. "Oh my gods, how can everyone think that it's impossible for a commanding officer and a yeoman to be friends without having to imply that there was..." She flushed darkly. "You know..."

 

"You mean you didn't even try to find out?" She cast a look. "It really is true what I've heard about you, then..."

 

The Xenexian very nearly growled. "What have you heard? And no. I didn't try to find out anything. There's nothing to find out."

 

"Oh, well, your loss then." Aiella leaned back into her chair and crossed her legs, looking over the Xenexian again. "Really, I don't understand why you're so upset, most people would kill or worse for a promotion." Actually, the "worse" sounded far more enjoyable, but Aiella wasn't going to say that aloud to the repressed one.

 

Odile shuddered. "I hate rank. I liked my rank -- when I was a petty officer," she added. "But no, now Medusa had to make me a chief, and now Puppy has me a fancy Lieutenant Commander." She sighed, flopping into a chair defeatedly. "I don't want to be a Starfleet mucky-muck."

 

Aiella pursed her lips and narrowed her glance at Odile. "You know some people never make it above jay-gee, let alone ell-tee or Lt. Commander," she said. "And all you had to do was go on a shuttle ride with a puppy. I mean, it could be worse... I know he's not that Calhoun guy, but..."

 

Somebody was very near to being strangled alive. "I," she stated coldly. "Did not. Do. Anything. On. The. Shuttle."

 

The breaking point was getting closer. "Oh, it's not thing to be ashamed of, Odile... I mean Commander..."

 

Her hands balled into tight fists, knuckles turning white. "I... I can't believe," she stammered, flushing with rage. "We were on a rescue mission, and I would never..."

 

This was so going to be worth whatever awful payback the Xenexian thought up. "J'gztch't? Of course not, not while flying a shuttle... I mean unless he was on autopilot?”

 

The chair clattered when it tipped; Odile was on her feet. "You're out of line!" she hissed.

 

"Don't get mad at me," she said, barely able to hold back laughter. "I am just prepping you for the ship gossip. Speaking of which, how long have those orders been in?"

 

"I don't know," Odile answered, flustered. "I can't believe this, though. I'm tired of this happening."

 

"How long did it take when Ensign Khanele and 'Q-jzke had that "Pouch Incident" for it to be all over the ship?"

 

"A day?" she answered, getting nervous. "But... no one needs to know..."

 

Aiella stood up, walked over and picked up the padd, reading over it. "Well, you still have a few hours then... these orders are almost seventeen hours old."

 

"I don't check my messages. I swear, though, I'm going to kill something if these have to stand. Can't I refuse orders?"

 

"And spurn your dear puppy?"

 

"He's not my Puppy!!" Odile hissed, storming off.

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Gotta love that autopilot. Nice technological advantage. Unless of course ... the Puppy was on autopilot? I mean, that can work too. Totally.

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