Pria walked slowly down from the Warwick's hangar. If someone passed her, he could her her quiet mumbling, as she prepared for the meeting, probably one of the most important ones of her life so far, as it affected hundreds of lives, including her own.
At the door, she quickly checked herself before knocking, from the shining black boots, thorough the rust red uniform, to the golden stars on the black shoulderboards.
After gathering her thoughts, she knocked and the door opened. -Excuse me Admiral, I'm told you were expecting me.
Yes came the reply accompanied by a strong Rheinlandic accent. Come in, close the door and take a seat. . The thin man sat at a larger oak desk with a largely ignored glass of scotch beside him as he read through a data slate. A opened letter lay on the opposite side of the scotch, although like the glass of golden liquid, it was also ignored. You have some concerns about a particular member of the Armed Forces correct? the Admiral said closing the data pad and placing it to one side, giving the woman his full attention. I have not kept up with events recently, you will have to explain what your concerns are and when they first came to your attention.
Pria sat down -Yes, about that -She struggled to overcome her strong spacer accent -They are kind of doubled since that message. Captain Neville, who shows signs of paranoia, and pushes his crew, 'cause he wants to achieve impossible combat effectiveness, and with it, his delusions of the Thunderer's crew mutiny over him might come into reality. The other -she took a deep breath -Would be Lt. Commander Hall, especially after her recent promotion. -she leaned back and studied Steiner's face.
He couldn't help but wonder about her complaint regarding Captain Neville, it was the responsibility of all commanding officers to ensure that their vessels were ready to go anywhere at a moments notice, often that meant enforcing come silly rule, or always pushing their crew harder. The lower ranks would naturally despise this, but if it worked...
What about her? he asked with an impassionate tone of voice.
It took a split second to realize the hidden meaning behind the question. "how much do you know?" sounded in Pria's head -Well, after Neville told me that his plan was to use Hall to keep his crew in line, I went on a bit of research about her. -She sighed -Obviously, many of us heard about that the daughter of the great Captain Hall was signed up. But what I've read showed inconsistencies. Like she's already a lieutenant commander, only after two months of service, without a record that when she was ever promoted to Lt, nor did the reports suggested anything better than a low-average skillset. -she took a breath -I think it's the conclusion of A: She's balls deep in Black Ops, B: Someone's playing favourites with her, or C: She's making someone to play favourites with her. -Pria leaned forward and gently tapped the side of her nose with her index finger, and smiled for a second -This is as far as i've got, how am I doing?
Leftenant Commander Hall was promoted on my recommendation Steiner replied with the same impassionate tone. The reasons being none of your concern really, suffice it to say that honour runs deep within the Armed Forces. She has yet to be tested within the fires of actual combat I grant you. Which is why, if it makes you feel better, I will transfer her to your wing, so you may figure out for yourself what skills she has. To aid you in this endeavor I am removing you from Captain Nevile's command and putting you under Admiral Brooks. Will that suffice?
Then nothing is stopping you from returning her to O'Brian's command or recommending another post for her. he said flatly. May I ask why you are so interested in her? this isn't idle jealousy is it?
-Nope, as i said, i was looking up her file, I thought that the rapid promotion showed some skill, not... -Pria needed a moment to find the right words -some debt towards a dead man. But I'll test her skills, thoroughly. With this dealt with, I'm still worried about Neville.