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Kansas

"Family Affairs" (Part 2)

Note: This is a non-Plot log set in the Mirror Universe of the ISS Agincourt.

 

04.02.10

ISS Agincourt ICC-81762

"Family Affairs" (Part 2)

 

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With that little bit of family business taken care of, Kansas again met with Jumper and Left Ear on the modest flight deck and escorted them off the Phyrrebrrand and onto the corridors and decks of the Agincourt. Crewmen spared interested glances towards the ships Ex Oh and her two charges, but no resistance or problems were encountered. Her personal guards, Mical and Darjhan, had fallen into step with the three Caitian felinoids and took guard postings to either side of the briefing room once they had reached the destination.

 

A pitcher of coffee and mugs were set on a silver tray in the middle of the conference room table, and hardcopy information packets had been made up for both Left Ear and Jumper. The three Caits took seats and Kansas prepared to start the meeting, accessing her own notes on a data PADD and interfacing it with the main viewscreen.

 

Left Ear raised a paw. “Kitten, before we begin, I have a request.”

 

Kansas quirked an ear back at the request statement, silent Kansas-speak for please continue.

 

“After this initial briefing meeting on the job that we have been contracted to undertake, I’m to request an escort to the Ready Room. Colonel Harper is expecting me there later.”

 

The other ear quirked. “I wasn’t aware…” or told for that matter, “…that you were to meet with the Colonel today? Left Ear?”

 

“Ship commander to ship commander prerogative, Commander JoNs”

 

And, that was all the elder Caitian was willing to impart on the matter.

 

Non-plussed was too strong a word, but the commander was not thrilled with this turn of events; her savvy enabled her to mask most of the displeasure that she was feeling however. Why was she being kept in the dark about a meeting between her commanding officer and her Elder Guardian? “Very well. Either Darjhan or Mical will be available to escort, or I’ll have a Marine guard escort you after our meeting.”

 

Colonel Harper was indeed the master and commander of the Agincourt. As such, she was responsible for seeing to the overall operational capacity of the warship. Some CO’s were micromanagers, while others cultivated a distant relationship with their officers. The Colonel, from JoNs’s experience, had cultivated an agreeable relationship with her second in command and those line officers and crew under her command -- good treatment for good behavior.

 

Medusa Harper was a bit of a soft touch as well -- privately. If any sort of embarrassment were to be visited to the battalion or the ship departments publicly, the inevitable reproach was swift and merciless. The ‘Court was run tightly overall, but not as compared to a vice like grip where one could not function.

 

The ships CO could have chosen to handle the briefing of the Phyrrebrrand mercenaries, but instead had chosen Kansas to deal with the JoNs family directly, and therefore she was able to spend some time with them. Although, handling a civilian contract situation was within the purview of her duties as ships second in command. But, captain’s privilege aside, JoNs would have preferred to have been informed of the secondary meeting.

 

Regardless on her current feelings on the secondary meeting of the day that she was apparently not invited to, and it wouldn’t due to dwell on matters; onward to the current business meeting.

 

Kansas glanced at Jumper, before speaking to Left Ear. “And I also have something before we begin; and, I want you to listen to me Guardian: Stay away from Lieutenant Caine, our chief of security, during your time spent here on the ship. She is considered off limits for the duration of your stay here on the ‘Court.”

 

Left Ear was not happy at the ‘order’ from her Guardian Child; the panther Cait wasn’t comfortable with any sort of orders unless she was the one giving them. “That’s the one I sliced up during that mission in the Outer Rim sector, right? Anyway, don’t give me orders Kitten -- I used to change your diapers.”

 

Jumper Honor-Scar was a consummate schmoozer and damn fine negotiator when she wanted to be, and she recognized that the situation was snowballing and chimed in with a deflection to the rapidly evolving argument.

 

“That is a total visual image I did not need there Lefty. Don’t embarrass the kid!” -- she glanced over towards the younger Cait as Kansas did a paw to forehead motion in embarrassment -- “She’s the ship’s Exec, and it’s her call, her rules, her job, her territory. If we’re to stay away from some snotty Vulcan during our time here, then so be it.”

 

Kansas jabbed an exasperated paw through the air. “Just stay away from the CSEC during the refuel and resupply time. She’s already been ordered to leave you alone Left Ear for the duration of the Phyrrbrrands docking time.” Kansas’s tone came out final.

 

Left Ear was still stewing, but she made an attempt to re-approach the topic with some civility. “If I sliced this Caine up, then she must have deserved it; as I recall, she was going to shoot my brother in the back. The whole incident was a long time ago Kitten.”

 

“I know it happened a long time ago, but Vulcans have long memories. Caine has an even longer and more selective memory. It’s hard to dissuade her once she gets an idea in her head.” Kansas chuffed out an exasperated breath, “…believe me, I know. So…we’re good Left Ear?” Kansas cocked her head to one side in curiosity.

 

Left Ear eyed her guardian child for a few seconds, before nodding an affirmative.

 

“Fine. Now, let’s get down to business…”

 

The next two hours or so of the meeting was spent with a background information overview, with Kansas employing a data map to show the various territories and planets in question. Questions and tactical plans were discussed as well, and as the meeting began to wind down, Kansas was sure that her family was as well informed as they could be regarding the mission that Harper had contracted them to undertake.

 

“So, that’s pretty much where we stand. The Ryder-Presit system is in the midst of an internal mercenary civil war, and the ‘Court has been sent to the civilian sector in order to mediate. Translation: Blow any offenders off the face of the galactic map, regardless of the level of involvement and what side they were on regarding the conflict. Normally, Empire Command would care less about civvie mercs and their power games, But, 18 Starfleet military grade Runabouts have gone missing from an outpost stationed within the sector; Fleet Command wants blood, and it wants the retribution right quick.”

 

Left Ear quirked an ear. “So Kitten -- what’s the plan?”

 

“The Phyrrebrrand is to go undercover in the R-P system. Gather any Intel that you can on responsible parties, the mercenary gang infighting. You’ll be paid well for your time and information. Colonel Harper’ll see to that.”

 

Jumper took a sip of coffee from her mug. “Why us?”

 

“Simple ‘Scar: You both are professional mercs, as is the family. Left Ear and the crew have done contract jobs for both myself and the Colonel in the past. We know what we’re getting by deploying you guys out into the Black, and I can trust you as blood family.” Kansas offered a genuine smile to her two relatives before turning her attention to her tawny furred cousin. “You sound a little suspicious?”

 

“In general, I don’t trust all this.” Honor-Scar waved a paw to take in the expanse of the briefing room and by extension the Agincourt.

 

“Don’t have to trust all this as you put it Jumps. You just need to trust me and my commanding officer. We need a good civilian recon mercenary team to gather some information.”

 

Kansas allowed a bit of pride to show through at this point, and her features took on a manic glint. “…and the JoNs and Honor-Scar families are the best there is out there, simple as that.”

 

Jumper growled in agreement. The tawny furred mercenary Cait stood and put her paws in the air. “Hear hear. The JoNs’s are in sector, watch out.”

 

Kansas stood from her seat as well and she and Jumper did a high five across the conference table with Left Ear watching with more then a little pride showing in her outward manner.

 

The Imperial officer remained standing as she regarded her two cousins, her fanged smile matching Jumpers and making their shared similarities even more apparent; if it wasn’t for the differing fur tones, Kansas golden and Jumper tawny, the two felines really could be sisters.

 

Left Ear stood up as well, and spoke to her cousins “Okay, Jumper, head back to the ship and get the final preparations underway and make sure we’re loud and proud. Kitten, thank you for the briefing, you did good. Now, it’s time I met with the Colonel…”

 

With a precise nod, Kansas disbanded the meeting. “Meeting adjourned. Jumper, I’ll escort you back to the Phyrrebrrand myself. Left Ear, Lieutenant Mical will take you to the bridge ready room. Let’s move girls...”

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