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I.  Webb takes a few minutes to check on Sciences, and introduce Vekal to his offspring
II. Webb grants Rorin's request to leave the Legacy tomorrow
III. Vekal has an assignment for Fallan...
IV. ....and Webb isn't happy about it

I.
Vekal: *in Sciences, /very/ unhappy with the entire situation, though its effect on her -- being turned into a man -- hasn't bothered her too much. In fact it's added an extra two inches to her height, which she gleefully uses to tower over more people. But disappearing people are Not Good.*
Webb: *with everything going on he has /seen/ Vekal around and knows what's up, but he hasn't had the chance to talk to her (him??) yet, so finding himself with some time he makes his way to Sciences with his spawn in tow, despite himself he is a proud papa, even if it's not really real and probably not going to last, and he wants to spend what time he can with Andy and also introduce him to Vekal* *walks into Sciences with a serious, dark-haired ten year old walking close behind him who looks very much like his father*
Vekal: Captain. *has the sleepless look she always gets when things go sideways, for some reason nobody can figure out* And son. What can I do for you?
Webb: *this is really weeeeird* I came to see how Sciences is doing. *pause* And to introduce you to Andy. Who you would know as Conner. *tries not to look proud but he is* *Andy steps up next to him and observes Vekal quietly, waiting for a greeting to return* *he is wearing a tiny little Starfleet uniform, Command yellow*
Vekal: Randal James Webb Junior, I assume. *okay, hearing a man's voice coming out of her own mouth /is/ pretty weird* My name is Commander Vekal. *though Andy might know that already, but it's polite* *to Webb, with a straight face* As you can see, the labs are still in a state of chaos. As you cannot see, Commander Garv is still suffering an existence failure.
Andy: It is very nice to meet you, Commander Vekal. *politely*
Webb: *doesn't like hearing a man voice, not one bit* I can see that. You're also suffering from some... cat hair?
Vekal: /Please/ don't remind me.
Webb: *chuckles* You could always ban certain.. "officers" from the lab. I'm not sure how much delicate Science work can be done with paws, anyway.
Vekal: Now why didn't I think of that? *clearly a fan of the idea* ... *looks at Andy and /grins/* How do you feel about... pets?
Andy: *lights up a bit* I am old enough to accept such a responsibility! *and then looks up at Webb questioningly to make sure that's okay*
Webb: *raises his eyebrows* I'm not sure Ensign Fallan is a pet.
Vekal: He is if I tell him he is. *cheerful*
Andy: I'll take really good care of him!
Webb: Don't you think banning him from the labs is enough? There's no need to make a pet out of him.
Vekal: *grinning /way/ too widely* But /Captain/... *pretty much in exactly the stereotypical "but daaaaad" voice -- clearly the reptile has been at the old movies drawer again*
Andy: Pleeeaaaseee? *tugs on Webb's arm*
Webb: *exasperated sigh, he's no match for a twin attack* Don't expect me to do anything about it when he complains.
Vekal: I'll take care if it. *easy smile that means she has a scheme*
Andy: *jumps up and down twice before composing himself* Where's the cat??
Webb: Probably in his quarters. *dryly*
Vekal: *holds up a hand* *pretty much treats kids like miniature adults* Patience. I'll ask him to come to your quarters this evening. *pause* *has no idea where Andy's quarters are* Does he live with you? *to Webb* *is there a mother* *questions*
Webb: He is staying in my quarters, yes. There are no quarters attached to mine and he is too young to stay alone. *Webb doesn't trust small things, they are small and have Ideas*
Andy: *freezes at the command*
Vekal: Oh, /excellent/. *scheme-grin*
Webb: *narrows his eyes* I don't like that smile.
Vekal: Yes, I'm told I look very intimidating. Especially like this. *visibly delighted as she draws herself up to her full height* What do you think?
Webb: I'm still taller. *amused* Barely. But still. *suddenly he wants to propose an arm-wrestling contest, but he manages not to*
Andy: *bounces on his toes and listens to the conversation* *his daddy is Tallest*
Vekal: Mm. I'll almost be sad to change back. *looks down at herself wistfully* *taller, and stronger, and currently in command of Sciences -- doesn't get much better than this*
Webb: Well, enjoy it while you can. Is there anything you need to run the department smoothly, or is it all in hand?
Vekal: I have it all in hand for the moment, besides the frustrating lack of progress. At least we can rule out a number of things. I might be sending a liaison to you later *HINT: IT'S FALLAN* so you won't need to come down here for status updates.
Webb: I'm not allowed to visit?
Vekal: I didn't say that. *is it proper to invite Webb over within earshot of the son??* Only that you won't have to make the trek just for updates.
Webb: I'll make the trek just for visits, then. After all, it is important I keep up with all my senior staff. *except Garv, who doesn't exist, and Webb doesn't like him anyway* *and Eoin's kinda stiff* *and Lev is just plain fucking weird right now no thank you* *and Loris hates him* *._. needs new senior staff*
Vekal: Excellent. *to Conner Andy* Now, you'll be diligent about Ensign Fallan-Ra-Gensolli, I trust? See that he doesn't get loose. He might get stepped on.
Andy: *nods several times, so serious* I will take very good care of him. And I won't step on him, or let Daddy step on him.
Webb: *tried to get Andy to call him Captain but that was short lived*
Vekal: Yes. *a laugh comes out depsite her best efforts to stifle it* Be sure that Daddy doesn't step on him.
Webb: *exasperated* I'm not going to step on him.
Vekal: Excellent. Then I'll find him and send him up. Good day, Captain, small Captain.
Webb: Good luck with your labs, Commander. *takes one last look around and then heads out with Andy trailing him*

II.
Webb: *sent Andy off to play with some of Rala's horde and is working in the Ready Room*
Rorin: *locates captain Webb via the computer, decides to believe it because Ready Room sounds reasonable enough, and heads there* *stops in front of the door, takes a deep breath and chimes*
Webb: Come in. *looking over some paperwork*
Rorin: *all right, let's go* *opens the door and enters, stands at attention* Captain.
Webb: *looks up* Loreno. What can I do for you?
Rorin: Do you have a minute for me, Sir? Or perhaps more than a minute. I have an urgent-- and probably inconvenient request. *he'd love not to be tense about it, but he is, mostly because the decision was no easy one to make*
Webb: *raises his eyebrows* My life seems to be full of those. Continue.
Rorin: Thank you. *pause* Well. Basically I would like to request permission to leave the ship as soon as possible. I'm aware that this is a most inconvenient time, but I can explain. *there, straight to the point, Roca taught him well*
Webb: *leans back in his chair and looks at him* And yet another one of my Command staff deigns to leave me.
Rorin: *presses his lips together briefly* In short, there are interplanetary issues between a planet I consider as my second home, and the only other planet in their sector. When *not if* this crisis is resolved, I would like to come back here.
Webb: Any idea how long it will take to resolve said crisis?
Rorin: *small headshake* It's hard to say. The relationship between the two planets has been tense for years. There was a war. The current crisis, though, started out with a case of potential arson. If it turns out to be a terrible accident, I suppose it'll take no longer than a few weeks. *pause* Apparently they do have two people now under strong suspicion. It depends on how this turns out.
Webb: A few weeks is manageable. *starts working on his PADD* And when would you leave? *rearranging schedules*
Rorin: Whenever you let me leave, Sir. Preferably as soon as possible. *sighs* See, the security levels between the two planets have been risen already, although slightly, but I fear that it could get worse any minute. So I considered to go to Betazed. *small shrug plus headshake* A temporary transfer, if possible. I've worked there before. Anyway, if the fire was an accident, I'd like to come back as soon as I can. But if not, I want to support my friends in trouble. But I can only do that as long as their *enemies*-- neighbor planet hasn't blocked all incoming vessels. Right now, there is still time. The security levels aren't too high. But the Legacy tends to disappear now and then and if that happens, I might not be able anymore to get through any barricade.
Webb: Forgive me if it is rude to ask, but what exactly will you do to help this situation?
Rorin: *small headshake* It's a understandable question, but not that easy to answer. Mostly I'm thinking that, if it comes to another war, I want to fight with my friends again, or with those left. But that is /if/ it goes so far. It might not. I hope it won't. But even if it doesn't, the planet is still disadvantaged from the last war and any restrictions will harm its people.
Webb: So you're going in preparation for a war that may not happen.
Rorin: Maybe so. If I'm permitted to leave here, I'd like to go to Betazed first and stay there until the situation resolves, so I can come back here, or until things get worse. And then I would leave for Ascone and possibly prepare for a war.
Webb: Very well. *clearly displeased*
Rorin: Thank you, Sir. *small nod* *unhappy about this, but with the latest news he's got he feels like he had to make this choice*
Webb: I can arrange the schedule as early as tomorrow, if needed.
Rorin: I would like that. *pause* *small quick headshake* Well, I don't. But I would appreciate it.
Webb: Consider it done. Is there anything else you need? *first T'Pah, now Rorin, at this point he barely has any competent Bridge officers left*
Rorin: No, Sir. That would be all. Thank you.
Webb: I look forward to your return. *that's about all the positive reaction Rorin's gonna get*
Rorin: *it still means a lot to him, he even cracks a wry smile* Me, too. I will miss you. I'll miss the whole crew.
Webb: Some more than others, hm? *dryly*
Rorin: *tilts his head* Probably. But it's still true. I have grown to like it here.
Webb: Well, perhaps all will go well for once and you will return as planned.
Rorin: *sighs quietly* I'm no pessimist, so I'll say it will happen. And you'll find out what is currently going wrong here and fix it, I trust?
Webb: We always do.
Rorin: *nods* Still, good luck.
Webb: To you as well.
Rorin: Thank you.
Webb: You're dismissed, unless there's anything else.
Rorin: Nothing else. *small headshake* See you again, Captain. *heads out-- he would have liked to hug but that's most likely no option*
Webb: *no hug BI* *goes back to the schedule*
Rorin: *it's done ._.* *damnit* *walks through the hallways for a little while with his head more or less blank, then writes a message to everyone who wanted to be informed about him leaving and tries to find several people to tell them goodbye personally and/or does whatever he can still do to help the situation aboard until he leaves tomorrow*

III.
Fallan: *Of course, now that he is a cat, he requires a minimum of 18 hours beauty sleep. He's currently in his quarters, curled up like a cinnamon roll on his bed and snoozing. His tail twitches here and there, and sometimes he snores and chats in his sleep* ...You can't fly that without a license and pants... *He rolls over*
Vekal: *when she's done with the latest set of discouraging data, locates Fallan with the creeper computer and chimes at his quarters a few minutes later*
Fallan: *Startles, but rolls over again and yawns.* Come in, door's unlocked... *Streeetch out the little pink jelly bean toes*
Vekal: *comes in warily, pretty much expecting hair to jump out at her from everywhere* I have a job for you.
Fallan: *There is fur everywhere. Fallan is a long haired maine coon. He sits up.* Good evening to you too Commander. What do you need me to do?
Vekal: I want you to relocate to the captain's quarters. Keep his son company, make sure both are taking care of themselves, and act as a go-between between Captain Webb and Sciences.
Fallan: ...I was unaware the Captain needed a babysitter. *Is old enough to babysit the captain, so it's not /too/ surprising, but it's a little...weird.*
Vekal: Consider it a mutually beneficial arrangement.
Fallan: *Narrows his eyes* ...In what way is this benficial to me?
Vekal: Can you reach the replicators?
Fallan: *Quiet for a moment. He can jump on a replicator, but paws make it hard to do anything. He could just go with verbal commands...* ...Yes.
Vekal: Your confidence is astonishing.
Fallan: *Ears flatten* My confidence would be much better if I had opposable thumbs.
Vekal: But you do not. Therefore, you'll very much benefit from having a servant, even a miniature one.
Fallan: Captian Webb is not a very short man. *Confused.*
Vekal: His /son/. *the 'you are very dense' tone*
Fallan: *Ear flattening intensifies* You believe a child would make an effective 'servant'?
Vekal: We'll find out. *cheerful* Can you operate the doors and turbolifts on your own?
Fallan: I can. *Something tells him there's no way he'll get out of this job. He hates his life.*
Vekal: Good. Then report for duty at once. And we can discuss anything else later.
Fallan: *Like a vacation maybe. He is very mad, but his whipping tail is the only thing that suggests it. He jumps off the bed and sulks out the door without further comment.*
Vekal: *would call for a decontamination team... but probably that'd be an invasion of privacy* *Fallan can deal with the mess himself* *so she just returns to the labs*
Fallan: *Shall arrive at Webb's quarters promptly. He doesn't know how to chime the door without touching it, so he scratches at the door instead.* Captain, Ensign Fallan-Ra-Gensolli reporting for duty.
Webb: *the door opens and Webb is frowning down at Fallan, dressed in civvies* Yes?
Fallan: *Ears flattened, tail still whipping.* I was told by Commander Vekal to report to you.
Webb: How unfortunate for you. Go away now. *goes to shut the door when he's stopped by Andy, who shoves his whole body in the way and yells* CAT.
Vekal: *There will be trouble over this. But in the meantime: Clean labs, and Fallan and Andy both kept out of trouble.*
Fallan: *Jumps when he's yelled at, looks like he's ready to bolt. He has this feeling his hair will be pulled. Fur.*
Webb: *REGRETS* Ensign Fallan, /do/ come in. *steps to the side*
Andy: *backs away from the door and bounces on his toes*
Fallan: *Pauses, but he walks in and gives Andy as wide a berth as he can.* ...He looks like you. *Trying to awkwardy make conversation.*
Webb: Don't bother. I assume you're capable of looking after a ten year old, or calling for help if you are not?
Webb: I have a child this week.
Fallan: ...I see. *takes a seat by Webb's ankle, stares at Andy* I was under the impression I was babysitting you both.
Webb: *steps away from Fallan* Oh? And what gave you that impression?
Andy: *waiting patiently for the grownup and cat to finish talking*
Fallan: Commander Vekal did. My job was to keep your son company and make sure you both were caring for yourselves.
Webb: ...... /Did/ she. *or is he supposed to say he right now* *no idea* Well, I appreciate that information. You may stay here with my son.
Fallan: She did. You're welcome Captain. *Tail twitches. Pleaaaase don't leave me here with a child. Noooo.*
Webb: *steps out into the hallway and asks the computer where Vekal is*
Andy: *as soon as the door closes, stares at Fallan with reverent eyes*
Fallan: *Shit.* ...Hello small child.
Andy: My name is Andy. You are a talking cat.
Fallan: ...Yes, that's very good. Very clever observation...
Andy: *frowns* Don't patronize me. I'm ten, not five.
Fallan: *Blinks.* You sound like your father too.
Andy: Thank you. Do you like to be scratched behind your ears?
Fallan: ...Will you pull my hair? I won't let you pet me if you pull my hair.
Andy: I'll be careful. I looked up videos on how to pet a cat the right way before you showed up.
Fallan: *That is either concerning or comforting and he doesn't know which is which.* If I let you pet me will you go get ready for bed and then go to sleep? *Has no idea if it's even his bedtime*
Andy: Are you trying to babysit me?
Fallan: Yes. *Fails to see why that would be a bad answer.* ...If I offer one more pet and a bully rub before bed will you do it?
Andy: I'm not going to be babysat by a /cat./ We can be friends. Equals. *folds his arm with a very Webb-esque frown*
Fallan: I am five times your age. *wait, he's a kid, kids might not know math.* That means I am fifty years old. In human years. I have every right to sit on a baby.
Andy: You are a talking cat. You can't even hold a phaser. *this is an important part of being an adult*
Fallan: No, but I can do calculus. I bet you can't do calculus. *Honestly just getting a little bit ticked off here.*
Andy: Not all adults can. That's not a good standard.
Fallan: Officers in Starfleet can. It's a required course.
Andy: But not all adults are in Starfleet. Therefore, you don't have to be in Starfleet to be an adult, therefore, it's still not a good measuring standard.
Fallan: Well not all adults can use a phaser either, but you seem to be using that as a good standard. *Walks up to him and bats at his foot, no claws.* Go on now, get some sort of pajamas on. Humans use pajamas, right?
Andy: I said /hold/ a phaser. Not use one. Is there cat fluff in your ears?
Fallan: There may be. *Bat bat bat. How do I child*
Andy: I'm not putting on my pajamas. *stubborn*
Fallan: Then sleep naked. I do that all the time.
Andy: You have fur...
Fallan: I don't normally have fur, but that's besides the point. *Bat bat bat.* Come along now, or no pets for you.
Andy: Are you normally a hairless cat?
Fallan: I am normally an Efrosian. They are a hairy race, but they're not 'furry'.
Andy: You are a cat.
Fallan: *Eyes narrow* Are you going to go to bed or act dense with me? I have little patience for children.
Andy: *stares at Fallan* You're not my babysitter. You're not my dad. You're a cat. I thought you'd be fun and cute but you're just mean and grouchy.
Fallan: That's how all cats are. That is the definition of cat-ness. Welcome to the real world. *Very grouchy*
Andy: You should go now.
Fallan: Might I suggest you ask your father for a pet lizard instead? They're much more entertaining. *Already walking towards the door.*
Andy: *folds his arms* Maybe I will!
Fallan: You should. Get a very large one. I hear Commander Vekal might be able to give you a good recommendation. *Sits at the door, waits for it to be opened. He paws at it.*
Webb: *conveniently, arrives just in time to open the door and find Fallan scratching at it* *steps to the side* On your way out, I assume?
Fallan: If you no longer need me. I don't think your son is very fond of cats after all.
Webb: How disappointing. *smiles* *that's my boy* Well, goodbye then. *waits for Fallan to exit*
Fallan: *Leaves, tail down low and still a little twitchy.*
Webb: *goes back into his quarters, finds out from Andy what went down, thinks it extremely amusing, and then they spend a father-son bonding evening disassembling a phaser or something*
Vekal: *comms Fallan* Change in plans, Ensign. You can give the captain companionship and a liaison to Sciences on duty, and spend time with his son off-duty if you like. Please stay out of both of the labs and the captain's quarters. *and she could probably use a nap now* *maybe a half hour*
Fallan: *Stops, and paws at his commbadge to talk back.* I have already vacated the Captain's quarters. It seems his son didn't like cats as much as he thought he would. May I ask why I'm to stay out of the labs if I'm a liason for sciences? *That seems kinda weird. He knocked his PADD off the table a couple times but hasn't broken anything.*
Vekal: You shed.
Fallan: *First reaction is to be offended. Second is 'that's reasonable.' third is 'I hate cats so much.'* I understand. If you need me Commander, I'll be napping. Again. *And off to his quarters he goes to nap*
Vekal: *Good plan. She cuts the channel, sets an alarm for a half hour from now, and scoots her chair over to the wall so she can lean against it and nap comfortably but upright. Then it's back to work.*

IV.
Webb: *steps out into the hallway and asks the computer where Vekal is*
Computer: Lieutenant Commander Vekal is in Lab 2.
Webb: *takes a walk to Lab 2*
Vekal: *has tasked some unimportant person with getting rid of the fur all over the place and is in the office at the moment*
Webb: *wanders over to the office and knocks/chimes*
Vekal: Come in.
Webb: *opens the door and takes a few steps in* I didn't mean /send him to my quarters/ you know.
Vekal: *looks up, actually surprised by this information* No?
Webb: My quarters are for me, and temporarily, for Con- *pauses* Andy. I do not want random crewmembers in them to stay. To come to the door briefly for a visit, perhaps, to go with my son somewhere else, certainly. Not to stay.
Vekal: Ah. *leans back in her chair, considering* Then what kind of an arrangement were you imagining?
Webb: That I provide your labs a relief from the cat hair by giving him companionship. /Outside/ my quarters.
Vekal: And when you're off duty?
Webb: I'm sure Ensign Fallan does not work all three shifts, like /some/ people.
Vekal: That wouldn't stop him from coming by. Besides, your son will be lonely.
Webb: I'd prefer you not tell me how my son feels or what he wants. *a bit sharply*
Vekal: I apologize.
Webb: *sighs and takes a step back, leaning against the wall to the side of the door* I don't mean to be harsh. It's not often I am faced with a situation that I have no training for.
Vekal: It was a mistake on my part.
Webb: Mm, well, I may have perpetuated an assumption unwittingly.
Vekal: Yes. *brushes her hair back* *hand so big now* In any case, will you need me to help you resolve this issue?
Webb: Inform the Ensign that he is not allowed in my quarters, and may spend time with Andy elsewhere.
Vekal: Yes, Captain. *probably her punishment for screwing up because why else wouldn't Webb do it himself*
Webb: Thank you. *she (he??)'s being so detached what's going on is it because there's no female emotions* *is afraid of asking* I suppose that will be all.
Vekal: *is tired* *and overwhelmed* *0% battery lizard* *gets to her feet anyway* I'll go now.
Webb: I can take a hint, Commander, I'm leaving. *takes a step to the side to open the door and then backs out of the office and turns to walk out of the labs*
Vekal: *just looks at him in vague confusion because wasn't he the one who told her to go fix her mistake*
Webb: *for some reason thinks that Fallan will have managed to attach a comm badge to his fur, because that's what Webb would do if he were a cat*
Vekal: *oh wait Fallan has a combadge; that's how she located him in the first place* *everything makes sense now* *sits down again and takes a minute to compose the message in her head*
Webb: *conveniently, arrives just in time to open the door and find Fallan scratching at it* *steps to the side* On your way out, I assume?
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