Italian Fury

Niomo sighed in his seat and squeezed the bridge of his nose with his fingers in annoyance. The meeting was getting off track, and people were starting to get delusions of grandeur. Clearly this Joseph Sisko had made a great impact with certain members of Lotus Fleet. So much so that they would disregard their roles in the upcoming mission and single-mindedly try to “rescue” him; a brainwashed former officer and possible enemy.

He almost did not speak up, but his Italian passion made him respond. “Lieutenant Commander. I think we can all understand your desire to rescue your friend. Just like we understood the Commander’s desire to volunteer the Alsea. However, we all have our duties; and yours, like mine, is in the Engineering room. Not running around like a Commando. I am sorry to say this, but just like our previous debate on how to deal with the Azimuth Horizon, all this volunteering everyone seems to be caught up in is moot. Starfleet Command has most likely already decided our positions in this operation.”

He looked down at the Fleet Captain, and continued, his impatience getting to him, “Fleet Captain, if we could continue with the briefing? The Alsea will not fix herself…and it sounds like I need to work on a bit more than just the scratches in her hull if we want to survive those tendrils.”