Pro Tips

Posted on Mon Oct 5th, 2020 @ 3:48pm by Commander Vox Templar & Lieutenant JG Chance Crow

Mission: To The Rescue
Location: Deck 5 - Five & Dime Lounge
Timeline: During Covert Mission

Commander Templar sat in the Five & Dime Lounge at his usual table off to the side. He took a sip from the bourbon in his glass then set it down, his finger absently tracing the rim as he watched the stars outside the view port. He wondered which lights had already winked out perhaps eons ago but due to the distance of space through time, they still shone brightly.

The doors opened on the other side, and Chance stepped in to the dimly-lit room. He got a beer from the barkeep, looking around as he waited for it to arrive. Once in hand, he strolled over to where Vox was and sat down at the next chair. "Do you have a moment, sir?"

Templar looked up and smiled at the son of his good friends, offering a seat with a gesture of his hand. "By all means, lieutenant. What can I help you with?"

Chance sat as offered, and took a moment to gather his thoughts. "I know this is a shot in the dark, but I'm wondering if you know anything about my wife... Banks' current mission? If she let you in on any of it? I had expected to at least hear from her by now."

"It's been my experience with missions that involve zero communication over a period of time that the old axiom 'no news is good news' typically holds true." He took another sip of his drink and continued, "That's one of the greatest challenges an officer can face, in my view."

Chance thought that might have been the understatement of the year. He was worried with no way to resolve it himself. "At what point does that sentiment start to turn sour? At some point you have to shift from the assumption that it's just taking longer than expected, to the likeliness that things have gone south."

Vox took another long, measured sip of his drink and set it down again. "Periculum nostrum est negotium," he said. "'Risk is our business.' It's the very core of our profession. We're faced with death every day. The best way I've found in dealing with that is accepting that I don't have control over much and I strive to remind myself of that. Also, you need to consider that Patricia is extremely good at her job. She wouldn't take on a mission unless it was sound, worth her time and wasn't a death sentence." He raised his glass again and added, "Besides, she's too stubborn to die."

Chance huffed out something akin to a laugh that simply acknowledged how accurate his statement was. Outside of that, the other man didn't seem to have any information on Trisha and Millie. So, he stood. "Well, thank you for your time, Sir. Much appreciated."

Vox blinked in mild surprise for a moment at his abrupt change. "Anytime, Mister Crow," he said, raising his glass. He watched the young man head directly out of the room. "Poor kid. Stress will kill him."