Post Arrival
Posted on Sun 16th Sep, 2012 @ 12:46am by
838 words; about a 4 minute read
Mission:
http://sb109.sim-station.net/index.php/sim/missions/id/2
Location: Lounge
Timeline: Current, 1900 Hours
The dim lights of the bar revealed a somewhat prominent crowd.
Lucrecia crossed her arms, striding across the room obscurely and getting a feel for the psionic aura around her. Various happy minds chattering away, as customary in most bars. A few officers were scattered about, discussing their latest victory.
Her hair was drawn up in an elegant 'do', with streaks of white falling around her chin, while the black was tied behind her head. Her clothing was of a dense, rich fabric. Needless to say, Lucrecia Ziure - Noble of the Thirteenth House of Betazed, looked very out of place in the noisy din of Starbase Protector's lounge.
She dove in as she did with anything however, and sat herself at the bar stool nearest the door. A few heads turned as they realized who it was, but most remained talking away.
"Representative Ziure," the bartender called to her kindly, interrupting her thoughts with a wide smile on his face. "Fancy seein' you here!"
Lucrecia snapped her dark eyes up, setting the duty bartender Alexander Kretchyn with a severely arched eyebrow. "Mr. Kretchyn. Llarios, heavy." It was spoken like a command. Well, most of her sentences usually were. Her order might have been unknown to most, but Kretchyn seemed familiar enough with it, and her. He merely grinned and popped off to get it.
Lucrecia's gloved hands held the ornamental cane she carried in her lap, as she surveyed the area. Kretchyn returned with her drink. "Never thought I'd see you step foot in here," the bartender told her conversationally, leaning against the counter.
"We could fill books with the various concepts that you fail to think of, Mr. Kretchyn." Lucrecia's expression was stony, but her eyes crinkled slightly. The man barked out a laugh.
"Same as always, Lucy."
Soon enough, the bar filled up and the chatter made away by her ears. Kretchyn returned with her drink. Lucrecia sipped at it in reservation. Around an hour went by, while the conversation around her turned to Starfleet as it oft did in these sorts of settings.
"Never underestimate the Federation," one man was saying at the end of the counter. "They thought they had us, but we're crafty. We got the comm relay back online and sent a pulse into the atmosphere. Detonated the enemy ships instantly!"
The man was obviously drunk, and slapped a hand on the counter to punctuate his point. "That's why I joined, y'know. To get out there. Into the action."
"My father was in Starfleet," another brought up. "He said, every Malik enters Starfleet, and that's where you ought to go. Of course, I couldn't say no. Grew up with it my whole life," a dark-skinned gentleman was talking away amicably, and he grinned at Lucrecia. "Hey, you're Representative Ziure!" the man called out, as he noticed who she was, and all of a sudden several sets of eyes gleamed in the dark at her direction.
Lucrecia was unfazed. She had spent the better part of the last hour listening to him and his colleagues boast their wins, so to speak. They were young, she supposed. They could afford it.
"I was on Betazed when the Dominion hit. Your name's legendary over there," Malik (she assumed that was his name) told her, and his friends turned expectantly as well. Judging by their expressions, they must have heard of her as well.
"Indeed, Mr. Malik." Lucrecia hardly felt the need to be humble about it. "I have been assigned as this station's chief intelligence officer." Her hands curled around her cane casually, and she downed the rest of her drink, signalling to Kretchyn for another.
He seemed surprised. "Why did you ever enter Starfleet in the first place? From what I heard on Arandel, you'd have been set living in luxury. Never lift a finger!"
"I hardly lack luxury, Mr. Malik," Lucrecia reminded him. If her clothing didn't scream it, her cadence certainly did. Her lilt was foreign, commanding, but somewhat stuffy and aristocratic.
Malik blushed. "Ah, of course. So why did you join Starfleet, anyway?"
Even Kretchyn was looking at her for an answer. A night that she'd designated to get a feel for the place had unsurprisingly turned into an inquisition of her motives. Some things never changed.
"It is a means to an end." Lucrecia stood up, closing her robes as she did so and fastening them.
"And what would that be?" the yellow-uniformed security officer asked, this time a little more wary.
Lucrecia smiled. "A woman never reveals her secrets, Mr. Malik." She tapped her cane a little in her hands, before placing a credit chip on the bar and sauntering off in the other direction.
Malik blinked, and looked a little uneasy. "She's the intelligence officer, y'say?" he asked to his remaining friends, downing his drink. "I can see why..."
Representative Lucrecia Ziure
Lieutenant, Starfleet
Starbase Protector
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