Sitting Around, Talking About Doing Stuff [OPEN]

[governmentninja]

And this was the part of the job that Leon knew would eventually grate on him. Meetings. They were necessary, and usually productive, but they were not his thing. Still, it was part of the job now, so as per his post on the comms, he made himself available at the Precinct. His old office belonged to Samus now, so for the time being he made himself comfortable in the fifth floor conference room.

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[notlewis]

"Congratulations, el capitan."

Luis had a foreboding-looking stack of notes in one hand, and a small paper bag recycled from a Zokez II shopping trip in the other. Inside was a large bottle of Jack Daniels Tennessee Whiskey, pristine and unopened.

He shrugged. "I thought a little present was in order. Mr. Luthor didn't seem to be using it in that fancy lounge of his."

[governmentninja]

"Liquid sanity," Leon remarked. "I'll need it if I'm going to survive this.

"Thanks, Luis." He appreciated that.

[notlewis]

"De nada. It's the least I could do." Besides, he'd stolen a bottle for himself, too.

He had a seat in a nearby chair, set down his notes and pulled his glasses out of his pocket. "Come on, I have total faith in you. And to tell you the truth, you making captain makes things a lot easier on me. I was a little worried about having to explain my department's latest projects to a new captain."

A pause.

"Speaking of which, stop sending all the teenagers to me."

[governmentninja]

Leon scoffed a bit. "Man, I would, but they keep threatening to explode and kill us all. I have to send them somewhere, and while tossing them off the ship and into a black hole may be fine when it was the Nightmare King, I think people might frown upon it if I do that to the teenagers."

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

Motoko knocked, but only because she was already in the doorway, and because she was in a very good mood, and because Lex's security cameras still hadn't been upgraded to include thermal— she'd stolen a bottle of wine.

That, or Luthor had decided to let her have it; she really didn't care.

"I suppose this is congratulations," She held it out. Go on, Kennedy, you know you want it, "...Captain."

[governmentninja]

Leon had to grin a little, and took the wine bottle. "Thank you, Major." Apparently she had been right to choose to work for him.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

The Major didn't have to say 'I told you so' aloud, the entire situation smacked of it.

"The strike team's working out well, so far," She reported in the same tone one might use to note that Sherry was inches taller than this time last year, "We're setting up a few bases in the city, but we should be operational on a useful basis soon."

She thought he might appreciate that. After all, a full third of the danger came from the leave-behinds of the old crew. Safety was in having a place to run to ground and reload when the undead crowded the streets or statues walked around alive....or worse. There was never any telling, here.

[governmentninja]

"Good," he responded. Given that nothing had tried to jump out of the shadows and gnaw their faces off in a few weeks, people assumed that the ship was now generally safe. But given that there were tens of thousands of square miles that had not been searched, Leon was aware that the situation was otherwise.

"Who's on your team so far?"

[starlightace]

Nanoha rapped smartly on the door as she stepped into the frame and then saluted - though the smile never left her face. "Hi, Leon~"

[governmentninja]

"You are just like a ray of sunshine wherever you go, aren't you?" He was actually amused by that, so even though he didn't quite smile, his lineface quirked up into a kind of grin.

Congrats, Nanoha, you're making progress.

"Come on in."

[starlightace]

"I try!" The smile grew a bit wider at Leon's hinted grin, and Nanoha stepped through the door. "How rests the heavy mantle of command?"

[governmentninja]

"Ask me after the next crisis." Because it was generally one right after another on this ship.

"Have a seat," he offered.

[capture-worlds.livejournal.com]

*Click!* went the Blackbird camera of Tsukasa Kadoya.

The photographer himself was leaning against the doorway, enjoying the fact that he had just taken what seemed, to him at least, to be an excellent picture. "You must be Capt. Kennedy," he said as he moved toward the conference table. He draped himself in a chair, placing himself in it like it was a throne. After making sure his camera was properly closed and its lens cap was in place, he leaned back and rested his feet on the table.

Making sure he was comfortable, he looked Leon straight in the eye and said, "Tsukasa Kadoya. Since I have been volunteered for Away Team duty, I'd rather like to learn some about the job. So, I'd like to hear everything you can tell me about it."

[governmentninja]

Leon raised an eyebrow briefly at the camera, but didn't really pay it any mind.

"Well, first of all... feet off the table." It was less of a command, but more of a polite chiding at this point.

"Secondly, despite being volunteered, it's your choice if you want to be involved with the Away Teams, or not."

[capture-worlds.livejournal.com]

Tsukasa chuckled. Taking his feet off the table, he said, "I take it you've never met Shiro Kazami. He's the type that can guilt you into doing anything with just a stare." He leaned back, and gave a smug smile.

"You didn't answer my question, you know."

[governmentninja]

"I know. I needed to make sure you were aware of what your options are, first." Enough choices had been take away from already, no need to take them all.

"From what I can tell you, Away missions will vary wildly from mission to mission. Effectively, you have to be ready to handle almost anything. From the few that we've had so far, one involved salvaging equipment in the aftermath of an Ohm assault, another involved reviving a spirit, and a third involved taking on overgrown killer plants.

"You can expect a similar amount of variety.

"As for mission execution, you and your teammates will be dropped off on some world, given a necessary amount of weapons and resources, including local currency, and a time frame to complete your mission and return to the ship."

[jesushasayak.livejournal.com]

"I brought you a hat!"

He made it himself, and it looked like it.

It resembled the Earth King's hat, only it was a bit more dashing.

"You don't actually have to wear it; it's a joke hat."

[governmentninja]

Leon looked at the hat and chuckled a bit. And was quietly thankful that he didn't have to wear it. Not his style. But the thought is appreciated!

"Well, thank you, Aang. It's a very nice hat."

[jesushasayak.livejournal.com]

"I wanted to know if I could talk to you about a couple things."

A pause.

"Well, technically we wanted to know if I could talk to you about a couple things. My past lives included. I spoke to them about the state of the crew and about you becoming captain, and they had some things they wanted me to pass along."

Aang gathered up his robes and sat in one of the meeting room chairs, facing Leon.

"You already know the crew is out of balance. Even most of the crew does."

[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

There comes another polite knock on the door. Wedge is standing there in his 'day' uniform (that eye-hurtingly bright orange flight suit), datapad tucked under one arm.

[governmentninja]

"General Antilles," Leon greeted the man. "Come on in."

[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

Wedge stepped into the office and came to attention, accompanying the stance with a brisk salute.

"Sir. I have my report on the squadron's capabilities ready for you, if you'd like to take a look."

[ellenwashername.livejournal.com]

The Guv officially hated elevators. It wasn't that they were new to him - they weren't - but the last time he'd used one, he'd been on his own feet. They seemed quite a bit more restrictive these days, though that might serve to his advantage in a fight. Less room for people to run.

Still, he'd almost prefer to be pulled up a chain. That, he was used to.

"Spacious," was his comment as he wheeled in, carefully setting a couple tin cups and a full, warm kettle (previously hooked precariously to the back of his chair) on the table. "Tea?"

[governmentninja]

The tea kettle got an unusual look, the wheelchair did not. But considering the man went through all the trouble of bringing it up, the least Leon could do was have a cup.

"Sure, thank you."

[ellenwashername.livejournal.com]

This was not a test at all.

Well, maybe it was, but it was also something of an honor, especially considering Leon's known past in law enforcement around here. The Guv poured two careful cups of dark, questionable-smelling liquid and slid one of them toward the other man before toasting him and taking a deep drink of his own.

This particular brew actually did contain tea leaves, as well as three (three!) whole cigarettes, clean leather, some random leaves from hydroponics that hadn't looked deadly, cinnamon, and carrots. He thought the orange roots gave the tea a somewhat refreshing effect.