Stardate: 0828.01
Subject: Miral
Recipient: Ensign U.
Dear Ensign,
B'Elanna Torres and Tom Paris are so taking their...baby...thing...to the other side of the ship! Miral's yelling is driving me absolutely insane! Why did I stick them right next to me, and why aren't my quarters soundproofed? It's almost as bad as Harry Kim and the whole clarinet deal! I broke it to B'Elanna this morning. I believe she said something along the lines of, "What, do you want me to sedate her?" I told her that she had an hour to move. Her response? "If it bothers you so much, why don't you move?" I told her, "I'm the captain, that's why!" Of course, all that did was get me the standard response I've been getting lately: "No, you're not." What could I say? We could have gone on like that forever, acting like we were two, instead of two Starfleet senior officers, but we didn't. I beamed Tuvok to the room we were in, specifically, my quarters. I apparently caught him off guard, because he was meditating. I told him to tell B'Elanna to move, as he was of a higher rank than she was (Is Tuvok's rank higher? I don't know. Well, she didn't know, either, so it's all good). He told her to move, informed her that it was a direct order, and beamed himself back to his quarters without opening his eyes or standing up. "But I like deck one," B'Elanna complained. I said that she would like deck twelve even better and told her that she'd better get going because she needed to pack. Honestly! That girl needs to learn some manners! I wish I could reprimand her like I did Tom a few years ago ("When you're in a room with me, you check that attitude at the door, understood?") but I can because as of last week, I have no rank. Oh, well. She's gone. Finally. Peace.
Kathy Janeway
Ex-Captain
U.S.S. Voyager
Subject: Miral
Recipient: Ensign U.
Dear Ensign,
B'Elanna Torres and Tom Paris are so taking their...baby...thing...to the other side of the ship! Miral's yelling is driving me absolutely insane! Why did I stick them right next to me, and why aren't my quarters soundproofed? It's almost as bad as Harry Kim and the whole clarinet deal! I broke it to B'Elanna this morning. I believe she said something along the lines of, "What, do you want me to sedate her?" I told her that she had an hour to move. Her response? "If it bothers you so much, why don't you move?" I told her, "I'm the captain, that's why!" Of course, all that did was get me the standard response I've been getting lately: "No, you're not." What could I say? We could have gone on like that forever, acting like we were two, instead of two Starfleet senior officers, but we didn't. I beamed Tuvok to the room we were in, specifically, my quarters. I apparently caught him off guard, because he was meditating. I told him to tell B'Elanna to move, as he was of a higher rank than she was (Is Tuvok's rank higher? I don't know. Well, she didn't know, either, so it's all good). He told her to move, informed her that it was a direct order, and beamed himself back to his quarters without opening his eyes or standing up. "But I like deck one," B'Elanna complained. I said that she would like deck twelve even better and told her that she'd better get going because she needed to pack. Honestly! That girl needs to learn some manners! I wish I could reprimand her like I did Tom a few years ago ("When you're in a room with me, you check that attitude at the door, understood?") but I can because as of last week, I have no rank. Oh, well. She's gone. Finally. Peace.
Kathy Janeway
Ex-Captain
U.S.S. Voyager
