Tavington

[RAdm S.Coyote 0]

You know, it's an ugly business doing one's duty…but just occasionally it's a real pleasure.

- Colonel William Tavington, The Patriot (2000)

 

Harrington Base

Main Conference Room

 

Colonel Tavington had breezed out of the conference room, leaving the Border Patrol officers in his wake.

 

When the coast was clear, Colonel Mitchell Patton spoke up. “That’s who we have as the on-site Fleet Intel lead?” His tone indicated he was not impressed.

 

Crash chimed in. “He’s an Intelligence officer who gives the other Intel officers a bad name. I’ve got 19 and 20 year old transfers on ‘Creek straight from the accelerated Academy training who have more of a clue than him!”

 

The meeting had gone well logistically and tactically but not according to personality. Calestorm and Tavington had clashed mainly due to the man’s proper yet abrasive nature; Patton and Coyote had managed to remain civil with some effort.

 

“I understand his approach to the situation, but he doesn’t have to be so danged uppity…”

 

“I’d rather take on a squad of Klingons…”

 

Admiral Shauna Coyote let her two officers continue with a few more choice comments and then waved them both gently to silence.

 

“I agree with the two of you that he’s not exactly diplomacy material. But he is who we need to work with to keep the Harrington sectors secure. I expect you both to maintain at least some civility with him.”

 

Calestorm perked up. “I didn’t leap across the table at him. Does that count?”

 

Mitchell just shook his head and smiled.

 

“Yes.” She winged a good natured look at her long-time friend. “I was impressed.”

 

“…can I do a fly by on his shuttle?”

 

“No.”

 

“Please?”

 

“No.”

 

*Author Note: This Colonel Tavington is not as deliciously evil as the Tavington appearing in “The Patriot”, but is based on the character.