"Final Preparations"
by Captain Matthew T. Salinger
Commander Lyrr Tayla
Lieutenant Xayella Tagliesh
and Ensign Kelzira Rax

Location: Aboard the USS Sulu
Stardate: 57906.19, 09h30

***

The bridge officers were all assembled and the command center of the USS Sulu buzzed with activity. Matt Salinger sat in the central chair, observing and noting how well his people were performing. It wouldn't be long before they received their clearance to leave the starbase, and stretch their legs a little.

With a smile, Matt glanced at the woman seated at his side. They'd spoken a little since their first meeting on the starbase, and he had a feeling that he and Lyrr Tayla would work well together. They seemed to have similar goals and ideas about how a starship should run. It would make everything run that much smoother. "I hope your quarters assignment was okay," he finally said. "With so many people moving in at once, Ops was a little overwhelmed with getting everyone settled."

"The quarters are better than adequate for my needs, Captain." Tayla watched a bridge officer scuttle by with a padd in his hand and laughed softly. They certainly were making them younger and younger these days, and upon first assessment, at least they appeared to be qualified. "Things are coming along smoothly, don't you think? The crew looks hard working enough and despite a few nervous looking ensigns fresh from the Academy, I think they're all performing well."

Matt laughed softly. "I think they know we're watching," he said. "Though, it could have a lot to do with a new assignment. I remember when I first got out of the Academy and whenever I moved to a new ship... It's hard to actually describe that excitement. I know I'm feeling some of it now. This'll be my first command as a captain. Is it strange to fall in love with a starship?" He quirked a grin as he glanced in her direction.

"I find that somewhat comforting, oddly enough," Tayla replied. "It gives me faith that you'll do everything you can to keep this ship and crew safe."

Matt couldn't help smiling at the comment. "Thank you," he said. "I think it's common for starship captains. Then again, I imagine there's a certain pride in any officer aboard a ship towards the ship. Though, I don't think it nearly comes close to the captain and maybe the chief engineer. I'm looking forward to seeing what the Sulu will do once we get out there. It's going to be an adventure, Commander. A grand adventure."

Tayla stifled a chuckle. "You're a passionate man, Captain. I think that's a quality some of the best Captains in history have had. You could be one of them." She grinned at Matt and added, "Someday."

Matt gave her a playfully wounded look. "You mean I'm not already? Well, I don't think there's a single captain in history, the best included, who would not acknowledge their executive officers as a major contributing factor to their success. So, if I end up in the history books, don't be surprised if your name isn't next to mine."

"In big, bold letters, of course."

Matt grinned. "With this ship, I can't imagine it being any other way." He shifted in his chair to watch the crew on the bridge working once more. It definitely was the pride of any commanding officer to see such dedication and focus. They were going to go places and do important things. "Engineering was having a problem with the plasma flow to the starboard warp nacelle, do you know if they got that cleared up?"

Tayla gave a quick nod. "Almost an hour ago, Captain. I should have informed you earlier, but you just looked like you were having so much fun watching the flurry of activity on the bridge that I didn't want to disturb you." She glanced sidelong at him and asked, "Was I right?"

Matt chuckled. "Who wouldn't love watching this crew at work? They're already working as if they've been together for years. Can you imagine us a year from now? I have a feeling I won't even need to give orders anymore everything will run so smoothly." He was quiet for a moment and then he looked up at the viewscreen. "Your earlier concerns about certain crew, do you still feel the same on that subject?"

"From what I've witnessed, my concerns have been reinforced," Tayla replied with an acidulous frown. "I paid a visit to the main science lab this afternoon and walked in on said 'certain crew' berating a young ensign without call, as far as I can tell. Well, as you can expect, I put a stop to it immediately and gave that--" Tayla lowered her voice "--witch a quelling word or three. Captain, she is going to be a nuisance if I don't watch her every step. She's more trouble than we need on this ship, in my opinion."

Matt glanced back at the science station, but Lt. Xayella Tagliesh was not there. In her place was a young, human woman with a large coffee mug at her side. He sighed and turned back to Tayla. "Perhaps I should track her down and introduce myself. If nothing, I'll be able to better make an assessment. This trip out should just be a quick one out a day and back. My meeting with her and how things go on this little trip to stretch out should tell me if we have a chance with her."

Tayla snorted. "I don't think you'll need that long, Captain."

Matt grinned and then nodded. "Well, we'll see when I meet her. In the meantime, did you want to see about finding a potential replacement?"

Tayla shot Matt a playfully speculative look. "Trying to get rid of me already, Captain? I rather thought you were enjoying my company."

"Not for you," Matt said with a chuckle. "For our problem crewmember. I think if Starfleet Command came to me and said that they were transferring you away, I'd have to fight them on it."

"I am truly touched, Captain," Tayla said with mild sarcasm. She rose from her chair and straightened out her uniform. "At any rate, I'll get right on it. I'll be down in Science Lab 4 speaking with a few officers if you require me on the bridge."

"That's fine," Matt said. "We still have about two hours before we get underway. So, I think I'm going to head that direction to seek out our new chief science officer." He stood from his chair and took a couple steps toward the turbolift before calling out, "Mr. Sam, you have the bridge."

Tayla held the lift for Matt, and once he was within it, she directed the computer to transport them to deck two. There was barely a lurch as the turbolift began its smooth descent. "I saw Lieutenant Tagliesh chewing out Sam the other day as well. I would say she dislikes everyone she comes across. Don't be surprised if that includes you as well, Captain."

Matt frowned. "Well, we may need to find ourselves a new science officer," he said. "I don't believe anyone in the department currently has the qualifications to replace her. We'll need someone from outside. There should be an extensive list available through Command. Perhaps we can go through that tonight. Meet me in my quarters, I'll bring the coffee and cake. Or whatever you'd like to drink and munch on."

"Coffee and cake is fine, Captain." Tayla looked to Matt queerly in silence, then laughed. "You know...I have never been invited to a Captain's quarters before. I'm almost nervous."

"There's nothing to be afraid of," Matt said with a boyish grin. "Besides, I've never had any of my crew in my quarters as a captain either."

"A first for us both then." The turbolift halted and the doors hissed open. "I wonder if your quarters are nicer than mine?" Tayla mused as they strode from the lift. "If so, I may have to request transfer to another ship for that alone."

Matt laughed. "Well, I haven't looked into your quarters, but I can't imagine any on this ship that aren't nice. Though, the real way to get passage on this ship is as a VIP. The VIP rooms are as spacious as a cargo bay, and are decorated in the styles you'd find on a Galaxy-class starship. Very posh."

"I may have to check one out and perhaps request to switch quarters." Tayla tapped Matt's shoulder and slipped behind him as she stopped at the doors of Science Lab 4 while he continued forward. "See you on the bridge in an hour?"

"I'll see you there," he said with an excited gleam in his eye. It wouldn't be long, and they'd get their orders to fly free. He couldn't wait.

With that, Matt Salinger proceeded down the corridor, pausing only long enough to ask the computer for Lt. Tagliesh's current location. As he stood outside the main science lab, he took a deep breath and let it out. How bad could it be? Not nearly as bad as her service record made it sound. With nerves settled, Matt Salinger entered the science lab.

"Rax! What in the hell are you doing?" The auburn-haired woman stormed across the lab and swatted at the young science officer's hand as she reached for a petri dish. "Those are live samples and you're handling them with your bare hands? Are you a complete idiot?"

"Yes, Lieutenant," the young woman said as she quickly donned a heavy, sterile glove before reaching back into the containment field to lift the small dish out to extract another sample. It didn't matter that the containment field also sterilized anything passing through it. The petri dish had been constructed in a way that going through the field didn't affect the samples contained within. Still, she knew it was easier to do as the chief science officer said than to explain that her actions would not have caused the problem the woman perceived.

"Excuse me," Matt said from the doorway. "Lieutenant Tagliesh?"

Xayella kept her scowl firmly intact as she turned towards the source of the rude interruption. Her expression changed quickly once it became obvious who she had just been about to demean. "Captain Salinger? How...may I help you?"

Matt smiled. "We're going to be getting underway within the next couple hours, and you're the only member of my senior staff I haven't met yet. Do you have time?"

"Of course." Xayella escorted Matt into her office, then motioned to the free seat while she took her own. "Is there anything in particular you wish to discuss, or are we to engage in small talk?"

A smile curled Matt's lips as he took the offered seat. "Well, I just thought I would come by to see how things were going in the science department. I know you're a busy woman, but I also know that you've been hungry for this job for awhile now. Is there anything you want to talk about, or do you want to get the captain out of your office as quick as possible?"

Xayella chuckled humourlessly. "I can't say there is anything in particular I wish to discuss, aside from the incompetence of many of the officers you've assigned to me."

Matt smiled. "I've read through your service record at length," he said. "I know you're not incompetent, Lieutenant. I won't beat around the bush, so to speak, but my first officer thinks I should put you back on the starbase and leave you behind. She's observed your methods of disciplining the 'incompetent' officers in your department. She thinks I'm wasting my time keeping you on-board as we take the ship out for a quick trip around the neighbourhood. I've never been one to shy away from risks or to take a chance on something that wasn't certain. I'm going to take this chance against the urging of my first officer."

"Really?" Xayella attempted to repress a satisfied grin, but she failed. "I am glad you are willing to give me the benefit of the doubt, Captain. I'm the best chief science officer in Starfleet. You'd be a fool to give me up."

"And, I'd also be a fool to keep on an insubordinate officer who defies her superior officer and treats those officers in her department as if they were her personal slaves. I want the best science officer in Starfleet, but I don't want to put up with the problems that her service record is filled with."

Xayella stiffened and tightly clasped her hands atop the desktop. "Those incidents were the result of unfortunate misunderstandings. I would hope that an honourable man, such as I presume you are, would not condemn me for my past indiscretions, especially considering they had little to do with me, and more to do with personal vendettas against me."

"I'm giving you a chance," Matt said. "It will be up to you to prove to me that what I've read in your file is exaggerated and meant to harm your character and reputation. I will ignore your record if you can prove to me that you can be my chief science officer."

Xayella relaxed and her features softened as she gave Matt a smile. "Well...then does this mean I have to stop chastising impressionable, young ensigns?"

"Well, if they deserve it," Matt said. "And, no more hand slapping. The sterilization field in the containment unit that experiment was in should have made it alright for Ensign Rax to remove the petri dish as she had been. She is a good scientist or else I wouldn't have requested her here. Also, she's only just received a symbiont and had little training for the experience. She's probably still adjusting to having all those personalities clashing around inside her head. And, when you chastise her...just remember she's not selling Federation secrets to the Romulans." He gave her a charming smile.

Xayella chuckled. "I'll remember, Captain. I'm just not as good with people as you are. You're an obviously suave, personable man... I'm certain I could learn much from you." She furtively glossed her eyes over the length of his ensconced form and smiled slowly. "Very much indeed."

Matt gave her a knowing smile. "Well, the majority of our missions will be scientific in nature, so I hope to be able to learn a good deal from you as well."

"Oh, I'm certain you will, Captain," Xayella replied, her voice slipping into a silky purr. "We can begin this evening if you like. I make it a point to tour the Captain's quarters on every ship upon which I serve."

"I actually have a meeting with my first officer this evening," Matt said with a smile. "However, I don't think it will be a very long meeting. Would you be available afterward?"

"Of course. Anything for my Captain. Just tell me when, and I'll be there."

"How about I contact you when my meeting with Commander Lyrr ends?"

Xayella smiled at Matt, saying nothing, and merely shot him her most penetrating gaze, the one that always worked on men presumably like Matt Salinger. "If you don't contact me, I might just have to drop by on my own. I hope you don't mind."

Matt laughed. "I assure you that I will call," he said. "But, if you'd like to just drop by, you'll probably find me discussing missions and ship's business with Commander Lyrr. I hope you don't mind."

She grinned shrewdly. "I might just do that, Captain. Perhaps you can convince her that I'm not as bad as she seems to think I am."

Matt laughed. "Well, you'll have to convince her of that first," he said. "Though, you can start convincing me tonight."

"Tonight then." Xayella pushed back her chair and rose. "I trust the meeting is over, Captain? You have to get back to work...I have to get back to work..." She leisurely moved to his side and stared down at him. "I'm glad you stopped by, Captain."

Matt smiled as he met her gaze. "I'm glad I did too," he said. "I'll see you tonight, Xayella." He stood up, but kept his eyes on hers as he did. "The ship will be leaving the starbase in an hour and a half."

"Is there anything you will require of me during that time?"

"For this trip, just make sure that sensors are operating within nominal levels," Matt said. "This is more a stress test on propulsion and a chance for the crew to work together. But, we still should keep our eyes and ears open as we're moving."

"I'll make sure everything's working perfectly for you, Captain." Xayella sat upon the edge of her desk and watched Matt in silence. He was proving easy to manipulate, fortunately enough for her. The Sulu was her chance to redeem her reputation, and with a very pliant Captain, that would be that much easier to achieve. "So...see you tonight, Captain?"

Matt gave her a smile and started toward the door. "Definitely tonight, Lieutenant," he said. "And, you might want to come up to the bridge when we head out. I'm sure we'll be getting quite the send-off."

"I'll be there, if only to unnerve your first officer."

He gave her a smile. "Unnerve her too much, and you may end up staffing a science lab on some backwater world with no chance of ever rising again."

Xayella chuckled. "Threat taken, Captain. I promise to try and be sweet and proper. Would that please you?"

"Be the best science officer in Starfleet and don't cause any trouble, and that'll please me. I'll see you soon, Lieutenant Tagliesh."

She let her eyes fall to his rear as he strode from her office and she smiled her approval. She hadn't initially planned on seducing the captain, but she knew already he would be giving her a hard time, especially since he listened far too much to his first officer. Once he had been to her bed, he'd become pliable enough and deaf to Lyrr's complaints, or she'd be looking for another ship. She had some choice words for Lyrr Tayla, but she'd save those for when Captain Salinger was out of earshot. So far, though, her prospects on board the Sulu were looking quite entertaining.

***

The last minute push had started on the bridge. Matt Salinger was back in his chair and Lyrr Tayla was at his side. They were nearly ready for the hail from the starbase telling them it was time to clear moorings and reach out for the stars. "I don't think I've been this nervous since I graduated from the Academy."

"You're nervous? You're not the one steering the ship, Captain," Lyrr said. "If anyone should be having last minute jitters, that would be Lt. McKenzie."

Matt chuckled. "I may not be doing the steering, but I am the one telling him which direction to point the ship. And, besides, this is the first time I've been in command of a new ship going on her maiden voyage."

"If you like, I can cue you with the proper directions." Lyrr grinned slyly. "But if the ship ends up taking a chunk of the starbase with it, I'm pinning it on you."

Matt laughed. "I just said I was nervous," he said, "not that I'm incompetent. I think I can handle giving the orders to get us out of here. However, you should be ready...just in case."

Lyrr nodded and smothered a laugh. "Just in case. But, before we're underway... Is there a particular reason Lieutenant Tagliesh is on the bridge? Not that I mind. I just don't feel very confident having her so close to a vital area of the ship."

"She is the chief science officer," Matt said. "And, I figured we should have the senior staff present for this. Besides, I went down to talk to her and I believe she and I reached an understanding. She behaves herself on the Sulu, or I'll have her shipped off as the next ambassador to Ferenginar."

Lyrr's eyebrows raised and she couldn't help but grin. "I'm impressed, Captain. That would scare even the most insolent of officers into reform. I commend you...but only if it works, of course."

"We'll see," Matt said with a grin. "I'm going to be meeting with her after our meeting tonight. I have a feeling she will be trying to wrap me around her finger. I don't like being wrapped around anyone's finger. So, we'll see how things turn out. I imagine the Federation could always use extra ambassadors."

"Captain Salinger," Lyrr mused, "I think you and I are going to get along just fine."

"I think I had that feeling when we first met," Matt said. "But, now I know it for certain."

Sam looked up from the Operations station. "Captain," he said, "we have received our orders. We have permission to exit Spacedock, and proceed to sector oh oh seven mark five."

Matt smiled at Tayla, and then turned to face forward. "Helm, clear all moorings."

"Clearing moorings, Captain," McKenzie said.

"Take us out, Mr. McKenzie. One quarter impulse. Let's see what this girl's got."

---

"Simulation"
By: Captain Matt Salinger
Commander Lyrr Tayla
Lieutenant Xayella Tagliesh

Location: Main Bridge
Stardate: 57906.19, 1730h

***

The simulation was in full swing, and the ship buzzed with energy as the crew raced against the clock. Huddled together in the centre of the bridge, Matt Salinger watched events unfold with Lyrr Tayla at his side. Science had detected an energy surge to the stern, and soon they found themselves facing off against one of the most deadly starships in the galaxy: a D'Deridex-class Warbird operated by the Tal'Shiar. He was certain when the ship appeared on the viewscreen, that half the crew would require counselling. He smiled to himself, adding a mental scolding for enjoying this too much.

"We stand no chance against a ship of that size and class," Matt said. "Of course, it's not about winning. It's about seeing how the crew responds."

"And determining whether their survival instincts are as sharp as some of their steps," Tayla replied, watching a young ensign sprint to a vacant bridge station. "Are you sure you've no ulterior motive, Captain? I believe my former captain found it amusing to watch some of the younger, inexperienced officers scrambling about the ship in panic. It took all his restraint to keep from laughing maniacally."

Matt grinned. "I'm not that sadistic," he said. "I hope we won't ever have to do this for real though. A part of it is a judge of character, a part of it is making sure they can do this, and a part of it is because I've gone through so many of these drills it's time to pass on...what I've learned to those under my command." His grin widened, but then a hint of seriousness came into his eyes. "Despite the amusement though, it is a necessity. They're doing much better than I thought."

Tayla feigned an affronted expression, then laughed. "Don't tell me you've been underestimating your crew, Captain."

"It's much better to expect the average response from a crew, and then they can surprise you with how well they do their jobs."

"Or disappoint you with how miserably they fail." Tayla shrugged at Matt's slight frown. "I'm a pessimist. If you'd lived on Bajor during the occupation, you'd understandably be so as well." She shifted around in her seat and faced Matt. "However, having you sitting in that chair makes things seem a little...brighter."

Matt smiled his thanks. "I've studied Bajor and even spent some time there. It's a beautiful world, and I'm glad it was spared the atrocities of the war. When I'm sitting in the center chair, I...I feel like I can make a difference."

"It's noble of you to desire it, Captain, but most of us never accomplish anything truly extraordinary in our lives, and never really have an impact on the universe." Tayla laughed. "There's that pessimism again. I hope I'm not too depressing for you, Captain. The last thing we all need is a grumpy captain, aside from a sadistic one."

"I think anyone who dons this uniform thinks similar thoughts. They want to make a difference, to be part of something bigger than themselves. That's what Starfleet's all about." He cocked his head to the side and regarded his executive officer for a moment. "So, why did you join Starfleet?"

Caught offguard, Tayla paused with mouth open and eyes narrowed as she contemplated her response. Finally, she sighed and sat back in her chair. "You know...I've never really considered the reason before. I do know it was to be something other than a farmer. But I don't really know, Captain. I mean, I'm devoted to my career and I would never give it up for anything, but I don't really know why I chose Starfleet specifically." She glanced sideways at Matt and grinned warily. "That isn't a problem, is it?"

"Not at all," Matt said. "Everyone has their reasons, and sometimes it's as simple as for a change of scenery. I don't think joining to be a hero is the only reason. Sometimes those who aren't here to be the next Jim Kirk or Jean-Luc Picard make the best officers and the brightest stars in the whole fleet."

"And is that what you want to be, Captain? A star?"

Matt smiled. "Part of me did when I started out," he said. "I guess there's still a part that does. Mostly I want to see what's out there. There's so much to see and explore, and it's all so very amazing."

"Well...I hope you're not disappointed, Captain." She leaned close to him and whispered, just loud enough to be heard above the red alert klaxons: "And I promise to make this commission somewhat enjoyable for you, even if you don't accomplish what you're setting out to do. I shall make it my duty."

Matt laughed softly. "I have faith that you won't let me down, Lyrr," he said. "I don't think with us working together that could ever happen. I don't think either of us will have to do anything. I think we'll find excitement out here whether we want to or not. Are you ready for it?"

Tayla crossed her arms over her chest and shot Matt a crooked grin. "Captain, I'm certainly ready if you are."

"I wouldn't be here if I weren't," Matt said with a grin. "So..." He frowned. "What exactly is Lt. Tagliesh doing out there?"

A grimace instantly took hold of Tayla's features and she looked over at the station where Lieutenant Tagliesh was seated. "I have no idea, Captain, but whatever it is, at least she's staying out of trouble. I'm trying to be tolerant, Captain, but she certainly does make it difficult."

Matt watched the science chief for a moment before he shook his head. "At least it's Ensign Gainsborough and not Ensign Rax out there with her. Monica's got so much raktajino in her system that I don't think a few harsh words from Xayella would phase her." His eyes widened in surprise. "Look what she's doing with the sensors here." He let out a low whistle and shook his head. "She may have an attitude problem, but she definitely knows her way around a science station."

"At least she's not a complete lost cause. She's talented, I grant you that, but she simply does not have the interpersonal skills necessary to become a great science officer. Frankly," Tayla said with a sigh, "I think it's a waste."

Matt laughed. "Well, I've known some pretty ornery science officers in my time, though not quite as many as the doctors. But, you're right. If she can't maintain her department within our leadership standards, then she won't make it on this ship. I'm going to give her at least this mission. If she can't handle our way of doing things, then she'll need to find a new assignment."

"Well..." Tayla sat back in her chair and nodded slowly. "I'm glad you agree, Captain. It just wouldn't do if your first officer had to entreat you to change your mind. After all, I am rarely guilty of showing bad judgement, and my judgement right now tells me that woman is trouble. But...she deserves a chance...I suppose."

"In my mind, everyone deserves a second chance," Matt said with a smile. "So, she'll get one and hopefully prove that she can be part of the team. We don't need people here who aren't going to be part of things. She's a good scientist, and I hope she fits herself in before it's too late."

Tayla peered over at the console on her right and tried not to look too impressed at the magic Xayella was working. "Well...we'll give her a shot. Just one, though, no matter how good she is. Ensign Pallen!" she called out abruptly. "You're tossing out those torpedos like they're candy. Save them for when you've got a precise lock." Tayla adjusted her gaze to Matt and shrugged. "Hope you don't mind, Captain. Just thought we'd let them know we're still watching them." Out of the corner of her eye, she focused again on Xayella. "All of them."

The tactical officer at the station directly behind them, an ensign who'd finished near the top of his class at the Academy, looked startled for a moment, but then began to show a little restraint in his shots. Matt hid a smile and nodded to Tayla. "I'm sure they know we're here. It's good to see they can work as a team even though I'm not barking out orders to them."

"For some reason, Captain, I can't picture you giving an order without a smile on your face. Frankly, I can't wait to see you angry."

Matt laughed softly. "Next time we do a drill like this, remind me to hide in my Ready Room," he said. "I really shouldn't be seen laughing while the Romulans are shooting at us."

"Of course not," Tayla agreed. "It just wouldn't do if I had to have the doctor declare you unfit for duty." She grinned teasingly and mused, "Captain Lyrr Tayla... Very nice."

"Could give me that vacation I've been hoping for," Matt said, his grin still in place. "Though, command's a big responsibility. You'd have to deal with our science department, and hopefully Command would be understanding. You would also become the primary outlet for Lt. Flummox's troubles, at least until we get a counsellor with the experience to handle his...unique phobias."

"Flummox, you say?" Tayla raised an eyebrow at Matt and slowly turned her gaze blankly to the viewscreen. "Well...I think I should give this 'commander' thing a try. You can keep that fourth pip...Captain."

Matt chuckled softly and put a hand on her shoulder. "For now," he said. "Though, I have a feeling there will be a time in the not too distant future where you'll have your own. You're good with command and the crew trusts and respects you. Those are very good signs. However, I don't think I'm quite ready to give you up yet."

"It's only been a couple days, Captain. There's still time for you to grow weary of me." Tayla smiled slyly and added, "But I do intend to keep things very exciting."

"After that report you turned in this morning? I'd be insane to grow weary of that kind of organization. We're going to be one of the tightest run ships in the fleet, with probably the most excitement as well."

Tayla laughed and pointed to the console. "If we can get them through this simulation. I think, Captain, that they're losing steam."

"McKenzie's evasive manoeuvres are good, but not getting the job done." Matt looked up and around. "Mr. Pallen, prepare a full spread of photon torpedos along a break-away vector. Mr. McKenzie, on my mark, come about to oh oh three mark seven."

"Aye, Captain," came both responses.

"Now, gentlemen," Matt said.

The sound of the aft torpedos firing echoed through the bridge, but not long as the ship came about hard, nearly toppling several crew from their chairs. In the midst of the torpedos and the sudden course change, the warbird had overrun their position.

"Warp one on current trajectory, helm," Matt said again. "Engage."

The ship lurched into subspace and they were free of the warbird. Matt glanced at Tayla. "If we were a Sovereign-class, or even a Galaxy-class, I might have taken them on. That we survived this long with them says something for this ship and this crew."

"They're a tenacious bunch, that's for certain." Tayla looked about the bridge at all the relieved smiles and even some brows beaded with sweat. It may have been a simulation, but they had treated it as a real struggle for survival and the triumph was clear upon their faces. "A good crew, Captain," Lyrr commented with admiration. "I think you have some good friends in Starfleet Command you don't know about."

Matt grinned. "I must," he said. He tapped a button on the monitor between their chairs. "Computer, end simulation."

Around the bridge, stations returned to normal and the lighting brightened to the normal level. Once again, Matt looked around the bridge. He tapped another button, and his voice was instantly channelled throughout the ship.

"This is Captain Salinger," he said. "The drill is now over and you all performed very well. Your departmental supervisors will be making quick evaluations on your performances today, and from what I saw, everyone will be getting high marks for today. I can honestly say that we have one of the brightest and best crews in the fleet. Everyone should feel proud to be part of this crew, part of this time. Salinger out." He closed the channel and glanced to Tayla. "A very good day, I think."

"And I for one am glad it's almost over." Tayla rose from her seat and stretched out her stiff back. "Are we still meeting after the shift? I have some of the crew manifests I would like to go over with you. Botany is still looking for a department head and Lieutenant Uri is having a fit about the utter lack of space in cargo bay 2."

"We'll see if we can shuffle some into cargo bay 1," Matt said. "And, I'll talk to Lt. Tagliesh about appointing a botany head. Did you still want to meet tonight? It doesn't have to be a long meeting, but hopefully it'll give us each a chance to unwind from the day."

"Well, you said there'd be coffee and cake, Captain. You don't make those kinds of promises to a woman and then renege on them. It just isn't right," Tayla teased.

Matt grinned. "Oh, no reneging. There will be cake and coffee, and hopefully a minimal amount of paperwork tonight."

"Then I'll be there, Captain. 1900 hours?"

"1900 is perfect," Matt said with a grin. "If you'd like to go take a break, I can handle things here on the bridge for the rest of the shift."

Tayla bowed her head. "If you need any assistance, don't hesitate to contact me, Captain. Though if you do, it better be good." She smiled at Matt, then took her leave to speak with Lieutenant Sam before her departure from the bridge.

Matt stood from his chair and surveyed the bridge for a few minutes before approaching the science station. "A commendable effort today, Lt. Tagliesh."

"Effort?" Xayella gave a wry laugh. "That was a success, Captain. No one else on this ship would've thought of something so ingenious."

"Your modesty astounds me, Lieutenant," Matt said, trying hard not to roll his eyes. "No, you're right. It was a stroke of genius that led you to that conclusion. However, it would have been more ingenious if you'd informed tactical what you were doing."

Xayella snorted. "Why? They were too preoccupied trying to foolishly ping off that ship with photon torpedoes. Besides, I doubt they would have appreciated my modifications enough to use them to their advantage."

Matt reached down and plugged her modifications through a tactical subroutine and showed her exactly why she should have passed the information on to tactical. "You might want to think about not unpacking all of your belongings," he said. "Just in case."

Xayella inclined her head to the right and studied the simulation of Matt's proposed manoeuvre playing back on the console. "Interesting..." she muttered. "I guess you really are smarter than you look, Captain." She glanced up at him and smiled shrewdly. "No offense."

"None taken," Matt said, though he wasn't smiling. "On this ship, you're part of a team and you work with the team. If you don't want part of that, or if you think you're too smart for that, then other arrangements will need to be made."

"It was only a battle simulation, Captain. But that's not what this is about, is it?" Xayella leaned forward and whispered, "You don't trust me and all this is a test, isn't it? You would not have called me to the bridge if it wasn't."

"You are the Chief Science officer of this ship," Matt said. "You were on the bridge because in a situation like the one we faced, that is where you should be. It may have been a simulation, but you are still to act and react as if it's the real thing. When you are finished congratulating yourself on your genius and superiority, let me know and we'll discuss your future on this ship."

"I thought we were doing that tonight." She gazed into Matt's eyes intently and smiled. "Perhaps I can give you a reason to keep me on this ship."

"I look forward to those reasons," he said. "I'll be available at 2100 hours."

"I'll see you then, and don't worry, Captain," she said, a slight purr in her voice, "I'm sure my reasons will fully satisfy you."

"I'm sure," Matt said with a smile. "Before that though, submit a report on your department's actions from the drill to me. And, I'll see you tonight, Lieutenant."

Xayella gave Matt a playful salute before his back was turned, and when it was, the scowl she shot him was scathing enough to burn a hole through him. She ended the simulation Matt had programmed and for good measure, stuck out her tongue at it. "I'll see you tonight alright," she mumbled. "Then we'll see how quick you are to transfer me."

Matt moved toward the front of the bridge to go over the outcome of the simulation with Lt. McKenzie. He forced himself not to look back at Xayella. Focus on the job, and deal with her later, he told himself. He'd need to have a quick talk with all the department heads on the bridge. All in all, it was a good drill.

---

"Tactical Assessment"
By: Captain Matt Salinger
Lieutenant Jorell Thalan

Location: Main Bridge
Stardate: 57906.19, 1735h

***

Lt. Thalan did not find the simulation that difficult to deal with, though it was different than any real situation. Normally he could read something from an enemy that he would use to his advantage, but with illusionary foes that was not possible. Though Jorell always disliked simulations, he knew their value for everyone, including himself, to improve themselves.

He watched several of his staff and as well as they preformed he knew they could be better. Jorell would have to work with them and next time they would not be running around as if they were chickens with their heads cut off.

Captain Matthew T. Salinger stood to the side of the bridge observing his crew at work. The drill against the phantasmal Romulan Warbird had ended nearly an hour ago, and all department heads were going through the performances of those under their command. Matt smiled at the efficiency of Lt. Thalan at the security station.

He hadn't had much time to talk to the man, but his actions during the drill had been well-ordered and precise. It was obvious he'd had the experience necessary to keep his wits in a heated situation, even when that situation was a simulated drill. While Lyrr was going over the drill with Lt. Sam, Matt decided this would be a good time to talk to Thalan.

With a tug to straighten his uniform jacket, Matt approached Jorell with a welcoming smile. "Lt. Thalan," he said. "If you are available, I'd like to talk to you about the drill."

Jorell looked up and with a nod he replied, "Yes, Sir." He took up a padd with his preliminary evaluations, and held it out for the Captain's inspection.

Matt looked over the initial report and gave an approving nod. "Very good," he said. "You'll have to watch Ensign Pallen at the auxiliary tactical station. He's young, but shows promise. Why don't we step into my Ready Room to go over your report and the future of the security department under your command?"

Matt led the way, signalling to Commander Lyrr that she had the bridge before stepping inside. He moved behind his desk and took a seat, offering Lt. Thalan one as well. "So, Mr. Thalan, what is your tactical assessment of the USS Sulu after this most recent simulation?"

Jorell took up the offered seat with a nod of thanks and with a smile answered the Captain's question. "The ship can definitely hold her own, sir. I really like the response time. And her maneuverability gave her several advantages over the larger vessel." The man then paused. "Though, I am not sure she would have held up so well under an assault from a real warbird the way she did in simulation, but I am not the one to want to go out and actually test that."

The Betazoid then shifted to a more comfortable position in the chair as he continued, "As for the crew, some are really green, but with some help and a kick in the ass here and there, " he said the last part with a joking smile, "They'll come along fine. Perhaps with a few more torpedos left next time too."

With a smile, Matt nodded. "We seem to have a fairly solid senior staff, and some experience in the junior officers. It's been a few years, but we really are still recovering from the war. I think with some hands on experience and guidance, those that are straggling will turn into fine officers."

"Of course," Matt continued, "if we ever do run up against a warbird, we'll probably be making the quickest retreat we can. This ship wasn't designed to slug it out with a ship that could easily have her for lunch. She can take hits, but she wasn't designed as a battleship. That said, I do want her to be ready for anything we may come across. I'd like a detailed tactical appraisal of the ship and crew by the end of the week. In a month or so, I'd like to ask for another to see how we're doing. If there's anything you need, let me or Commander Lyrr know, and we'll see what we can arrange."

The Chief of Security nodded in agreement with Captain Salinger and then replied with confidence, "Yes, Sir, I'll be sure tactical is ready for anything."

Looking at the Captain, Jorell was sizing the man up, wondering what kind of commanding officer he would be. He had not had the time before arrival to look at his CO's file, and only briefly met with him before continuing on with what he saw as his duty to have his department up to what he deemed acceptable levels before departing from the starbase. Right now Jorell just was not too sure about his Captain; it would take a little more time with the man to get a proper read on who he was and how he was going to handle his command.

"Once this brief shakedown is through, Starfleet Command will have our first mission for us," Matt said. "I don't know where they're sending us, but I'll be having a staff meeting as soon as I do. There should be enough time to make whatever adjustments your department needs based on the mission parameters. Though, I doubt they'll send us anywhere too hot for our first time out. Breen are getting edgy and the Romulans are withdrawing again. But, the galaxy is a big place, so who knows what we'll find out there. We'll be ready though."

"Sounds good Captain," Lt. Thalan said with a smile. "I am more than ready for some action wherever it is." The man then stood, "If there is nothing else?"

"Nothing else," Matt said with a smile. "I'll see you on the bridge, Lieutenant." He watched the man go and then shook his head. It was going to be an interesting tour of duty to be sure.

---

"Coffee and Cake"
by Captain Matthew T. Salinger
and Commander Lyrr Tayla

Location: Captain Salinger's Quarters
Stardate: 57906.19, 1900h

***

Coffee and cake. Tayla certainly had never personally come across a case of a captain inviting his executive officer to his quarters for an intimate, casual meeting, complete with refreshments. It was quite a change from the stiff formality she was used to from the other ships she'd served on, and not to mention Starfleet academy, although she suspected her intensive study routines were responsible for the air of sedateness.

She could not remember a time when she intentionally neglected her studies to go to one of the local establishments frequented by many of the other cadets. Never did she socialize with fellow students outside of classroom time. In fact, she spent far more time discussing theorems or topics raised during that day's lecture with her professors rather than spending time between periods relaxing in the lounge. Suffice it to say, Lyrr Tayla had no social life. Now, however, she was about to have coffee and cake with her commanding officer. Because of this, for once in her life, she was nervous.

Before tapping the door chime, Lyrr straightened out her uniform and brushed a hand through her hair. With Matt Salinger, she knew to expect an easygoing atmosphere during their meeting, but Tayla was certainly not at ease just yet. Her finger touched the chime and Lyrr stepped back. She only hoped she didn't look as uncomfortable as she felt.

When the door opened, Matt Salinger met her in casual dress. He wore a pair of dark pants and a loose-fitting shirt. He gave her a grin and motioned her inside. "Right on time," he said with a grin. "I've got some padds with data on them, but I figure we can go over those after a little refreshment first. However, as we refresh, what did you think of the drill today?"

Tayla studied Matt's outfit sidelong as she strode into the room. She wasn't aware the occasion was that informal. "The drill?" She took a seat upon the offered chair and looked over the cake and coffee, laid out as promised. "It was...satisfactory. They are working surprisingly well as a team, but there are still some areas for improvement, as always."

"I have confidence that with time they'll be working as fluidly as the ship's computer," he said. "It was the first drill, and I was impressed." A small table had been set up in the main room and upon it rested a tall cylindrical beverage container and beside it a plate filled with neatly sliced cakes. "Coffee and cake. The cake recipe was one of my mother's, and I hope the computer got it right. The coffee's just regular coffee. If you'd like something different, that's alright. I know that it's an acquired taste."

"I'm certain it will be fine, Captain." Tayla chose a slice of cake and set it onto the small plate before her, and beside that, she placed down the crew manifest she had with her. "So, which would you rather discuss first? Shuffling around the shift schedules or dealing with all the requests for new quarters from the more...particular members of the crew."

"I'm thinking we may be able to pass off a lot of the housing problems to Lt. Sam," Matt said. "Ops has always been responsible for that, and I can't think of anyone who could make all those arrangements better than an android. So, how about we talk about crew?"

"Alright. I've been thinking about transferring Lieutenant Rax to a different shift. She's not adjusting well, and I believe that has much to do with Lieutenant Tagliesh. Frankly...Rax is afraid of her."

"I can't say that I blame her," Matt said with a sigh. "As much as I hate interfering in departmental business, especially with shift schedules, I think it's for the best. If Lieutenant Tagliesh has a problem, she can take it up with me. Let's go ahead and move Monica Gainsborough into Kelzira's slot."

"Alright," Tayla replied. "Although, I believe Rax could have benefited much from working with Lt. Tagliesh. As much as I disapprove of her attitude, she is a talented science officer."

Matt nodded. "Maybe once Tagliesh has gotten used to the ice, we can put Kelzira back in with her."

Tayla frowned in puzzlement at her uneaten cake. "Ice?" She looked up at Matt and shook her head. "What ice, Captain?"

"I'm sorry," Matt said with a laugh. "It's a hockey reference. It's an earth sport...on ice. Once she gets a hang of things running the science department and some of her attitude diminishes, perhaps we might be able to see if she and Ensign Rax can work together again."

"So, you're anticipating a long service aboard this ship for Lt. Tagliesh?"

"I'm not anticipating anything yet," Matt said with a laugh. "I'd like to think she can change. We'll see if that's true or not. If not, then we can move Kelzira back anyway. I don't want to give up on Xayella, but if it's necessary for the ship, I will."

"Well..." Tayla took a deep breath and finally tore a piece off of the cake slice on her plate. "Now that that's taken care of, can you tell me why I couldn't have gotten out of this itchy uniform and worn something casual? Or is that only a captain's privilege?"

Matt chuckled softly. "Well, I guess next time I'll make it more clear. When we're meeting off-duty like this, it's fine to wear civilian clothes. If we're meeting in my quarters or yours, it's fine. If we're going to be in public, like the lounge, then we'll wear uniforms. Now, I guess we'll have to do this again soon, so we both can dress casual. How's that sound?"

"I don't really know," Tayla replied. "I mean, I must admit, Captain, I'm a little nervous about all this. Is it normal for a first officer and a captain to associate privately with one another off duty? It could raise rumours and controversy. Aren't you worried about that?"

"Rumours will always start on a starship," Matt said. "And, I'd rather meet with you here where we can be comfortable than someplace that's not comfortable. We can have more meetings here with other members of the senior staff, to lessen the gossip. We will just have to show them that nothing is happening behind closed doors."

"And nothing is, nor will it ever." Tayla smiled at Matt. "No offense, of course. You're a very attractive man, Captain, but my duty to this ship comes first. I've no time for romance or scandalous affairs. Perhaps when I'm old and retired from the service, I'll consider it. How about you? From your biographical data, you're not married. Ever planning on it?"

Matt laughed. "I am currently not married, but who knows what the future will bring," he said. "Before I can get married, I have to meet someone I want to marry. And, at the current time that list is extremely short."

"But there is still a list?" Tayla ventured.

Matt laughed. "Well, there is, but it's very short and tentative, and I haven't seen her for five years."

Tayla nodded slowly, curiously, but was never one to press an issue, so she didn't. "Well, as long as Lt. Tagliesh isn't on that list..."

"Lt. Tagliesh's only interest is sleeping with me to improve her position here," Matt said with a wry laugh. "So, no, she isn't on that list."

Tayla raised her eyebrows and slowly placed a crumble of cake into her mouth. "And you believe that's what she has planned? Nothing has been documented in her service record with regards to that. Has she...made overt advances towards you, Captain?"

"Not in so many words," Matt said. "But, beneath the surface it's there. I will be meeting with her later, so tomorrow I'll be able to give you a clearer assessment of her plans. I have a suspicion that this has happened before, but there is no proof. I'm fairly certain I can keep her in line. If not, she'll get to see how many Ferengi she can gather under her influence."

Tayla chuckled. "Perhaps she can begin practicing on Ensign Peder."

"I don't know if he's typical for a Ferengi," Matt said. "He's in here working at Ops, rather than out there making a profit."

"Something unheard of for a Ferengi. So far, our crew is shaping up to be a very unconventional grouping of people. I wonder if you planned that all along. You don't seem to like the mere conventional. That's just boring, isn't that so?"

"It also makes it hard for people to outguess me," Matt said with a grin. "You should have seen some of the tactical scenarios I was involved in during Command School. They didn't like me because I could outthink them and they had no idea what I was doing."

Tayla stirred her coffee with the spoon provided while she poured a stream of thick, white cream into the black liquid. "You like being unpredictable. Some might find it difficult to trust someone with such a quality. Are you not afraid some of the crew might have that problem?"

"Not at all," Matt said. "I think the crew will respect a captain more who won't move in predictable patterns. Patterns can be recognized and countered. I can follow the patterns, but I can also think outside of the patterns." He laughed and shook his head. "I hate tooting my own horn."

"Oh, but I think you enjoy it." Tayla set down her dripping spoon and brought the brim of the cup to her lips. "I think you've got a hint of arrogance in your personality...but charming arrogance. Not necessarily a bad thing, Captain."

"That's good," Matt said with a grin. "I don't think you can become a starship captain without some sort of arrogance. But, I don't like pushing it in people's faces. And, as long as it's good charm..."

Tayla shrugged noncommittally and coyly evaded a reply by sipping her coffee.

"So, when you're not being Commander Lyrr Tayla, what do you do? What's your favourite holodeck program? Where is the best place for shore leave in your opinion?"

The look Tayla gave Matt could only have been interpreted as, "Are you serious?" She set down her cup of coffee and once again broke a piece from the crumbly cake upon her plate. "In my spare time, I read. I rarely use the holodecks, and for shore leave, I study to better myself. And you, Captain?"

"I have a hockey program that I try to run at least once a week. I also read. I'm a big fan of history. And, the best place I've ever been on a shore leave has been on Bajor."

Tayla nodded with a fond smile touching her lips. "Some places are still as beautiful as they had been before the Occupation. Others were more hard hit. Still, it remains a lovely planet, even though I am somewhat biased."

"I think we can all be a bit biased regarding our homeworlds. Even Vulcans, in their own unique way."

"Well, Earth is a very...hospitable planet," Tayla commented. "Frankly, I'm more partial to pastoral environments. Earth is just a bit too civilized for me."

"There are more pastoral areas," Matt said, "but you're right. It's mostly city. Being the centre of the Federation and the home of Starfleet Academy, it gets a lot of traffic. Maybe on our voyages we'll find a planet that will be the perfect vacation spot. Pastoral and peaceful, and a great place to just forget yourself for a week."

"That reminds me." Tayla brushed crumbs off of her lap and leaned forward in her chair. "Have you any idea what our first mission will be? I imagine our orders will be coming in any time now."

"Command is keeping tight-lipped on it," he said. "I'm hoping something that will let us ease into the new ship rather than putting us through a stress test first thing out. Probably either a patrol or survey. Though, it could always be a diplomatic mission. We'll find out soon enough. If you'd like, I can hold our orders and we can open them together."

Tayla laughed softly. "That's quite alright, Captain. I'm eager to find out, but I think I can manage if I'm not one of the first to know."

"I'm not a counsellor, but...you don't like 'bothering' people, do you? I get the sense that you don't like being an imposition."

"Who does?" Tayla replied. "I prefer to simply observe, Captain, and act only when I deem it necessary. Frankly, I feel more is accomplished by listening alone. But you...you like imposing, don't you, Captain?"

"I like including those around me," Matt said. "Unless they don't wish to be included. However, you are a very important part of this command team. A captain is only as good as those he commands. And, you are my right hand in all this. Without you, I'd be just as hindered."

Tayla laughed and waggled her finger at Matt. "Stop trying to flatter your executive officer. With that mouth of yours, I'm surprised your list of potential girlfriends is not longer."

Matt laughed. "Well, that list before was potential wives. There's a big difference between that and girlfriends."

"This is even more intriguing than I initially thought..." Tayla propped her elbow atop the small table and cupped her chin in her hand. "You fall in love easily, don't you, Captain?"

"I am easily attracted to women," Matt said. "It takes a little more than that to fall in love."

"Of course it does. I wouldn't know that from experience, but I imagine physical appearance only takes one so far."

"Exactly," Matt said with a boyish grin. "I actually haven't had many girlfriends either. Though, there have been a few."

"Any recently?" Tayla straightened up suddenly and smiled awkwardly. "I'm not prying, am I?"

"Not since the Hood," Matt said. "It's been five years. And, you're not prying." He smiled and quickly pushed the surge of memories away.

"I'm not usually this intrusive. I'm sorry, Captain. It's your fault for placing me in such a comfortable atmosphere." Tayla grinned warmly. "I should probably get going, shouldn't I?"

"Possibly," Matt said with a grin. "However, we will have to do this again. I think it's good for us to feel comfortable around each other. I think it will better help the flow of ideas."

"Or," Tayla added almost playfully, "cause us to absolutely despise each other."

"I think the Romulans and Klingons will make peace before that happens," Matt said with a warm smile. "I think we work well together, so far. I think we're going to make a great team here. And, if not, I'll have to just feed you another piece of that cake."

Tayla cocked an eyebrow at Matt, glanced down at the suddenly sinister looking cake, then back up at him. "It's laced with poison, isn't it? I knew there was something suspicious going on here."

Matt laughed and shook his head. "I guess, if you have to go, I'll see you on the bridge in the morning."

Tayla bowed her head, taking the assumed hint. "I'll go over the shift rotations tonight and come up with a proposed solution. We can discuss it tomorrow." She rose and retrieved her datapad from the table. "Thank you for the coffee and cake. And thank you for allowing me to engage you in such candid conversation. It was...an interesting first experience."

"It was," Matt said. "And, in a few days we will do it again, won't we? I think it would be fun to swap academy stories. Maybe past assignment postings. And, to do some personnel evaluations. I won't try to make our relationship more than as fellow officers and friends, but I do want us to be friends and know each other as well as possible. I strongly believe we'll be able to work as a better team that way. But only as far as you're comfortable." He suddenly smiled. "And, next time, no uniform."

Tayla grinned at Matt. "As you wish. And perhaps a next time soon, you can teach me what this hockey is all about."

"Maybe we can experience it firsthand on the holodeck," he said. "We can watch a game together, and afterward we can go over business."

"It might be...entertaining." Tayla straightened out her uniform and gave Matt a salute she'd often used while serving in the Bajoran militia, one that conveyed respect . "I'll see you tomorrow, Captain."

Matt laughed at the gesture. "If you salute me like that again, I may have to have you scrubbing the waste reclamation systems." He grinned and walked toward the door with Tayla. "I'll see you in the morning. Have a good night."

"You too, Captain." Instead of a salute this time, Tayla smiled at Matt and strode out of his quarters.

Matt watched her go before finally shaking his head and closing the door. He had a little time left before Xayella would arrive, so he figured a little time with her personnel file would be a good idea.

---

"Too Close For Comfort"
By: Captain Matt Salinger
Lieutenant Xayella Tagliesh

Location: Captain's Quarters
Stardate 57906.19, 21h15

***

The food he'd quickly prepared was set out. He wondered if they'd even pay attention to the food. He laughed softly to himself and looked around the room. He made careful preparations for Xayella Tagliesh's visit. Matt Salinger didn't want to give the wrong impression. So, he'd made sure the lights were bright enough, the music was absent, and nothing would convey the impression of a seduction. He had a feeling, however, that the seduction would progress anyway. It was an amusement, and one he thought they both would share.

It took several moments, but Matt finally convinced himself to stop pacing. And, just as he was about to start pacing once more, the door chime sounded. He slipped to the entry and opened the door. "Xayella," he said with a smile. "Please come in."

"You're not in uniform," she mentioned as she stepped inside. "Good. I wasn't certain if I'd be unsuitably dressed." She ran her hands over the bodice of the maroon dress she wore and smiled. "Does this meet with your approval, Captain?"

Matt smiled. "It does," he said. "It's a very nice dress. I like what it does with your eyes. I have some things set out for us to snack on. Have you eaten yet? I can grab us something to eat really quick if you'd like. Are you hungry?"

Xayella masked her annoyance with a smile. "I thought the plan was to have dinner, Captain. Have you changed your mind?"

"Oh," Matt said with a laugh. "Right. Dinner. I'm sorry. It's just...a lot on my mind. Were we going to--? Here...what would you like? I can whip up anything that the replicators know how to make. I've got some...things...snacks. If you'd like, before we eat our dinner."

She smiled tightly and shrugged her shoulders demurely. "Whatever suits you best, Matt. May I call you Matt?"

"Please," Matt said with a grin. "If you were calling me captain in my own quarters, while we're both off duty, then I think I'd have to send you away. But, yes, Matt is fine. And, calling you Xayella is alright?"

Her smile softened and she drifted closer to Matt. "Of course," she replied. "I would like you to call me that, especially when we're alone."

Matt smiled. "Come on, let's go figure out what to have for dinner, Xay."

"Xay..." She laughed gently, a sound, surprisingly, not intended to seduce or mock. "No one's called me that for a long time."

"You don't mind, do you?" he asked. "It just felt...comfortable."

Xayella turned on the charm again at Matt's opening and slinked towards him. Her breasts bounced lightly in the tight-fitting dress she'd chosen specifically for the occasion, and she figured Matt was enjoying their lascivious dance, judging from how fixed his eyes were to them. "I want you comfortable, Matt. I'm not here with my captain. I'm here with a handsome man I wish to get to know better. So," she said as she stopped before him, "would you like to get comfortable on your couch?"

Matt glanced at the replicator on the far wall, then at the couch, then finally back to Xayella. "I think the couch sounds like a very comfortable place to be with you," he said. He sank down into the cushions without taking his eyes from her. "Much better here."

Xayella gracefully settled onto the couch, beside Matt. She watched him with an intense gaze as she pulled up the hem of her dress, revealing a good deal of thigh, and slowly crossed her legs. Her foot brushed against Matt's shin and Xayella gave an almost satisfied smile. "Much better indeed."

"So, tell me something about Xayella Tagliesh," Matt said and he shifted himself slightly closer to her. "Something that will help me to know you better."

"I'm an intricately layered person, Matt. There's a lot to know." She ran her fingers along her bare arm then across her chest in an inviting gesture. "What would you like to delve into first?"

Matt leaned closer. "I'd like to start wherever you'd like to start," he said softly.

Xayella subtly jutted her chest out towards Matt and chuckled internally. He was proving easier to persuade than she'd initially thought. "Well, I'd like to discuss my stay on this ship first." She covered his knee with her hand and grinned. "Then we can figure out what to do with the rest of our evening together."

With a smile, Matt stretched an arm along the back of the couch. "I would like your stay on this ship to be a very long one," Matt said. "You're an amazing science officer and...well...I like you. So, your stay here? What do you envision your stay as being?"

"A pleasant one...if I can get Commander Lyrr to desist hassling me." She rested her back gently against Matt's arm, encouraging him to wrap it around her shoulders. "Do you think you can arrange that? I can't work with her hovering around me, keeping a close eye on me."

"I'll see what I can do," Matt said as he dipped his arm down to cover her shoulders. "She's only trying to make this ship run smoothly. I'll try to keep her off your case, but that means that you'll have to work as part of the team. Do you think you can do that?"

"Depends on what will be required of me to do that. If you expect me to act disgustingly sweet and kind to my officers, forget it. They'll take advantage of me."

"You'll be expected to treat them with respect, just as they're expected to do with you. And, if you ever have anyone taking advantage of you, I want you to let me know. I won't tolerate that on my ship. So, how does that sound?"

Xayella shrugged absently, focusing instead on Matt's lips and how she enjoyed watching them move as he spoke. "I think I can handle that." She shifted closer to him while her hand inched its way up Matt's thigh. "On one condition: you give me some behavioural leeway. I can't be expected to change that quickly. Being mean is a part of my nature now. But, I will try, and if I do falter, you'll give me more chances than you normally would give an officer. Is that satisfactory?"

"That will depend, of course, on what you've done," Matt said. "But, I think we can agree on that. However, your nature is much more appealing when you're not mean. And, I will say that there is very much appeal to Xayella Tagliesh."

"Xay," she whispered as her body instinctually drew closer to his. "Please keep calling me that. I like hearing you say it."

"Xay," Matt echoed. "I like hearing me say it too." He reached out with one hand and let it rest on her thigh, enjoying the feel of her heat through his palm. His eyes were locked with hers, feeling the pulse of passion rise between them. Oh, he thought, she's gonna be trouble. I can tell.

"Now, since we've come to a compromise with regards to that topic..." She smiled salaciously and covered his hand with hers, easing it higher up her thigh and under the fabric of her dress. "What do you say we discuss sleeping arrangements?"

"I've got a nice bed in the other room," Matt said. "I don't need to be telepathic to know that you want to share it with me." He could feel the distance closing between them. "I think you'll like it. It's a nice, big bed and the most comfortable bed I've ever slept on since I joined Starfleet."

Xayella chuckled, a throaty, deep sound that engulfed the small distance separating them, just as she was ready to do to her prey. It was disappointing that Matt had proven easy to manipulate; she was planning on a long, interesting struggle, and planning on spending a little more time on board before she had to go to his bed. Now, she would be trapped into a relationship with the man, if that was what he expected to evolve after their night together, but that would only complicate the game and force her into a charade far too difficult to maintain.

She felt the heat of his breath upon her lips and his hand slipping between her legs, but she couldn't do this, not yet. As a woman experienced in such games of pretense, she knew her appeal would diminish considerably once she went to his bed, and her sway with him would follow. "I can't," she whispered. She pressed her hands to his chest and felt a stirring between her legs she hadn't experienced for a man in a long while. Surprised and disconcerted, she pulled Matt's hand out from under her dress and rose swiftly. "I'm sorry. This is just...too fast."

Matt pulled his hands away and put them out of reach, where they wouldn't cause any trouble. "I understand," he said, breathlessly. "I...I'm sorry if I pushed. I..." He shook his head. "Would you care for that dinner? Maybe we could go to the lounge and grab something there. Or I can pull something out of the replicator for us." He looked up into her eyes, and found himself unable to get a good reading on her. He wasn't a counsellor, but one didn't gain a command without some of the instincts. "I'm sorry, Xay."

Xayella suppressed a pleased smile at Matt's reaction. Oh, how she could use his sense of honour and compassion to her advantage. "It's alright," she stammered. She looked down at her dress, at how the material caressed her curves and exposed a scandalous amount of cleavage. She had chosen it intentionally for the occasion, but now gave the illusion that her appearance shamed her. Her arms came up around herself and for added effect, she turned away from Matt. "I admit, I came here because I wanted to be with you... But, this is just too fast, even for me. I'm not ready for this. I'm sorry for leading you on like this... I didn't mean to."

"It's alright, Xay," Matt said. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. You wanted something, and then decided the time wasn't right. There's no harm in that. And, we can still have our dinner or talk. We just won't...get too close yet. If that's what we want, we still have lots of time."

"Well...I am a little hungry." She glanced over her shoulder at Matt and smiled wanly. "I've ruined things, haven't I? You'll never want to see me off-duty again."

"I don't think I can really get to know you otherwise," Matt said. "Come on. Let's see what the replicator has that looks tasty. And, if you want to do this again, then we can. I'd like to. I want to get to know you. And, maybe by being friends, I can help you to be the kind of officer that will really shine on this ship and in Starfleet."

Xayella laughed and finally turned around to face Matt. "You think you can change me, Matt? I'd really like to see you try that. No one ever has, you know."

"Do you want to change?"

"What?" Xayella stepped back instinctively, feeling caught offguard and, in turn, vulnerable by his question. "I've never thought I needed to. Who I am now has served me well enough this long. Do you think I need to change, Matt?"

"If you want to continue with a career in Starfleet, I think it would be a good thing. You won't find as much resistance, and Commander Lyrr won't be watching you so closely." He watched her for a moment, trying to gauge her feelings by the look in her eyes and her expression. "Are you happy?"

Xayella's features darkened and all amusement she had found in the ruse she'd been enacting vanished. "Is that important?"

"I guess it all depends on what you want out of life," Matt said, forcing himself to hold his ground. The sudden shift in her demeanour had almost sent him stepping back to escape whatever the new look in Xay's eyes might bring with it. "I guess if you don't want happiness, then no it's not important at all. It all depends on what you're looking for in life."

Not enjoying the shift in conversation, Xayella smiled at Matt and sought escape by backing towards the door. "You know, I think we should maybe do this some other time. I'm feeling a little tired after today's simulation and I'm afraid I won't be a very entertaining guest right now."

"Very well," Matt said with a nod. "I'll see you tomorrow, Xayella. Have a good night's sleep."

"You too, Captain." Groping the wall for the door console, Xayella smiled at Matt, though feeling more nervous than she'd ever been around anyone in her life. Finally, she heard the hiss of the doors separating and Xayella gratefully stepped into the corridor. "Good night, Captain." Without wasting another moment, Xayella turned and strode away...as far away from Matt as she could get.

Matt stood watching for several minutes before he shook his head. What had happened? After the doors closed, he laughed softly to himself and turned away. With another shake of his head, he went about cleaning up the food he'd set out. This would be an interesting tour of duty to be sure. He had a feeling that wherever Xayella Tagliesh was, things would be interesting. Very interesting indeed.

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