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Sitting Around, Talking About Doing Stuff [OPEN]

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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"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."

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."

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

"Thanks, Luis." He appreciated that.

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.

"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."

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.

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."

"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?"

"Saito, Deunan Knute, Brieros Hectnocheres, and John Connor for certain," that much was easy to give, "I'm running the rest through a few more training sessions before deciding one way or another, and I'll be looking for a support sub-set in the meantime. If you have anyone to suggest, I'm open for it."

"And by that you mean your girlfriend would have your head for breakfast," Luis teased him.

He sighed and dug out his stack of notes. "Anyway, the door has been revolving, Steve's been released and now we've got Jaime to worry about. I took some scans and samples from him for a little initial data. It would help if we had any kind of solid information about the Ohm themselves."

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

"Not at the moment. I'm still going through the detailed crew files." It wasn't public knowledge that he had access to that information, nor did he have any intention to make it such. Though, knowing the Major, she had probably long since read through each and every one.

And if she hadn't, he'd be willing to let her.

*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."

She spent six months brain-deep in Stacy's long-term memory. What do you think? Motoko smiled and turned to go.

"You know where to find me, if you need anything. Sir."

The change of rank was still hilarious. Still, she was more than happy that Leon had won. He was the best possible choice, in her mind. And the way she smiled, dry and teasingly, it was as good as 'I told you so.'

Leon let out a breath.

"The team in Neuropathy is still trying to recover as much data as they can, but we only got limited scans and information from the battle. It's not like we could even retrieve a few corpses for study after Zokez II. They made it a point to reclaim their dead."

There was a pause.

"You should talk to Cargn, see what information he has on file." Lord only knew what secrets were locked up in that guy's head.

"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."

"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?"

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."

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

"Have a seat," he offered.

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."

"If he doesn't just offer me a cup of tea and a philosophy session."

Luis shuffled through his notes, shaking his head. "In any case, you'll have to check with someone a little more technologically inclined than me, but the way that thing is jacked into Mr. Reyes' spine, I can't say that his worries are unfounded. Las Plagas worked a lot the same way, actually."

A brief shudder. "If I could just get one project that couldn't possibly kill everyone on the ship, I'd be so happy, let me tell you."

"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."

"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."

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."

"How did Las Plagas communicate?" It was a rather odd question, admittedly, but in the back of Leon's mind he was going somewhere with this.

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