Mission: Tiger, Tiger
Walking around the station couldn't be described as getting fresh air- a change of scenery, though- that it could be coined as. And that was what Diana needed as she wandered around in civilian togs looking into the few storefronts and pausing by eateries to see if anything struck her fancy. She felt listless. Her feet wanted to move. She wanted to be back out there doing instead of waiting for repairs but had to wait -meanwhile, there was a host of officials eyeballing how the mission went and nitpicking every detail of how she handled it. It was normal Diana kept telling herself. It wasn't anything special- still, it was beginning to get under her skin.
"Commander Reisz?" Came an unfamiliar voice from behind her.
Diana turned around at the sound of her name. "That'd be me," she said, expecting a data PaDD to get shoved into her hands.
Instead, she found a handsome man, in his late forties, smiling at her, a commodore's pips on his collar, "Pleasure to meet you, Commander. I'm Commodore Damian Reese from Vice Admiral Knox's office," He explained, offering her a hand to shake.
"Nice to meet you, commodore," Diana said, a little lost on what would bring a commodore tracking her down. "What can I do for you?"
The Commodore gave her an amused look, "Damn... I beat the paperwork again, didn't I?" He asked, chuckling and shaking his head a bit.
"Oh, there's a lot of paperwork lately. Which paperwork would that be?" A thread of worry crept up into Diana's spine. She tried to ignore it, but it was there.
Reese chuckled, "Walk with me, Commander. It's the good kind," He replied, motioning for her to follow him as he continued further on down the promenade in the direction she'd been going.
Diana fell into step alongside the man, matching his strides with her long, lanky legs. "I could use some good news." She told him as they walked. "There's holes in my ship."
"That there are, Commander," Reese replied with a nod. "And a very interesting story as to how they got there," He explained. "You understand that that knowledge at the moment... is deeply classified, yes?" He asked, looking over at her, a note of caution on his voice.
"I understand," Diana said, nodding as she did so. It could cause a lot of panic if word got out without the proper spin to control it.
"So... what are your thoughts on Bravo Fleet now that you're a member of the fleet?" He asked, clasping his hands behind his back as he walked.
Diana didn't miss a step. "I'm what?"
"And that would be the paperwork I was referring to," He said with a chuckle. "You're moving to the DQ as part of a transfer to Bravo Fleet," He explained. "Your new TFCO is my boss, Vice Admiral Knox."
"Oh," Diana sunk her hands into the pockets of her jacket as she walked along. "Well then, I guess I'm liking Bravo just fine so far."
"Want to like it more?" Reese asked, grinning ear to ear.
The grin was infectious. Diana found herself grinning, dimples and all. "I'm always ready for more good news."
"Excellent," He said, reaching out and touching her arm to stop her forward movement, then facing her with a small leather box in his hand, "Commander Diana Caelum Reisz, in recognition of your work with Starfleet, and in honor of the way that you handled yourself and your crew in a situation that was above and beyond what any of them should have had to endure on a first mission, the Commanding Officers of Bravo Fleet have seen fit to bestow upon you the rank of Captain, along with all of the rights and privileges of the rank," He said, pulling open the box to reveal a new, solid brass pip. "Congratulations, Captain. You definitely earned it."
Diana's grin expounded exponentially. If it wasn't for a great amount of self-control, there would have been a victory dance. "Thank you," she managed in a distinguished, if not jubilant, tone.
"That's it?" Reese replied, arching an eyebrow. "Admiral Eccles at the Academy said you had amazing victory dances... I was sort of looking forward to it," He said, his grin broadening.
Laughing, Diana shook her head, "Are you kidding me? He was always on my case about decorum."
Reese laughed, handing her the pip, "They have to be. He heard you were getting a promotion through the grapevines he sent me a note. Apparently there's flailing?"
"There was no flailing- he just doesn't know dancing when he sees it. I took several years of contemporary dance. There may have been plies or something, but no flailing," insisted Diana.
"Plies, huh? Seems a little fancy for a victory dance, but I'll take your word for it," He said, smiling."Admiral Knox extended his congrats, but he's out in the DQ right now, and it's not exactly a quick trip home," He explained.
"Thank you. And thank you for making me smile. I needed the comedic pick me up. With everything.. It's good to laugh." She said, looking down at the pip in her hand.
Reese nodded, "You guys went through something close to hell out there... I can't even imagine," He replied. "That's one of the reasons that Bravo took notice and offered the promotion. You're all doing good work, but we definitely believe that you'll be more at home and happy in the DQ," He said, smiling.
"I think so, too. Certainly, there'll be more to explore," she explained with no small spark of interest in her eyes. "I've got a great crew. They're good and hungry."
"So I've heard," Reese replied. "Your XO is a little green... you think he'll be okay?" He asked.
"He pulled more than his weight under pressure during the mission. I vouch for him." Diana stuffed her hands back into her pockets again. "He has a few rough edges, but he has the head for grace under pressure. You can't teach that."
"Damn right, there," Reese said with a nod. "I think you guys will do just fine out there," He said, smiling. "Now, I hate to promote and run, but I was only stopping off here briefly to give you the good news. If you need anything, let me know... until you're in the DQ... after that, talk to Knox," He said, that infectious grin coming back to bare.
"Okay. Thanks again!" she offered as the man started to turn away.
Reese gave her a casual salute as he turned, "Good luck out there, Captain. I'll be keeping an eye on your adventures. I'm expecting great things," He said, smiling warmly.