Crewman Annamae Barberra - Emissary in Leather

[Wil Ukinix]

((Level 3, Copernicus Center))

Levels 7 to 15 of Copernicus Center that rose above and looked out onto the mezzanine were the home of the Federation Diplomatic Corp on Amity Outpost.  They were lush and modern furbished areas designed with form and function in mind, to host diplomatic personnel, support diplomatic functions and host and impress visiting dignitaries and delegations.  Attractive offices (especially the The Chief of Mission’s Office), inviting open plan work areas, and meeting and conference rooms adorned the top part of the building that was outclassed only by the luxurious Grand Mezzanine itself.

Levels 1 to 6 were the home and nerve center of Starfleet.  Designed more with function than form in mind, the dedicated functional sections (such as Ops, Astrometrics and the Situation Room) would have an occupant almost swear they were on a starship save for the views that overlooked Amity’s vast circular shuttlebay.  Some levels however were a cross between a starship and an office.  Starfleet interiors without the bulkheads.  Level 3 was just like that.  The area outside the XO’s office was home to several sit/stand desks, each with their own LCARs console with small holographic output if necessary. Perfect for analysts, officers, and administrative personnel alike.

The desks were also perfect for cubby house, as Annamae found out as she camped out under her desk.  The Liaison Officer had “borrowed” an emergency supply blanket from the Yosemite Sam and used it as the cubby house’s “walls”.  She sat, cross legged, reading through the latest reports and requests from the Diplomatic Corp while she sipped on a replicated chilli, zucchini and peanut butter smoothie.

Her large brown eyes shifted from the PADD when she heard footsteps.  Quietly placing the PADD and smoothie down on the floor, she got on all fours and then ever so slowly crawled out to the rear side of her desk.  She then crouched, and once in position jumped up as quickly as she could in an attempt to frighten the hell out of whoever it was.

Barberra: ::Jumping up from behind desk:: Boo!

The person of a species she didn’t instantly recognise seemed startled, which made Annamae slightly smile wickedly, proud of her ambush.

Prarim: Oh! Dear child, my apologies. I hadn’t known you were here. Are you the Emissary’s… ummm… ::taking a guess:: wife?

Barberra: The “Emissary”?  Are you talking about that guy that wears the skimpy black leather outfit and hangs out in the Merchant District?  ::Shifting eyes left and right:: Because I wasn’t there and you can’t prove it, and it was only one time.

Prarim: Emissary Ukinix. Known by the Starfleet as “Commander.”

Barberra: Oh, you mean Lieutenant Commander Ukinix.  Forget about what I said before about leather guy.  ::Leaning forward, quieter tone::  Don’t call Ukinix “Commander”, he hates that.  Actually, his proper title is “Professor.”  Or you can call him “sir”.

Prarim: Mmm. My apologies. I didn’t mean to offend. ::Looking around:: This is the Emissary’s sanctum though, is it not?

Barberra: The *professor* prefers to call it an “Office”.  It’s the desks and chairs that are the giveaway.

Prarim: “Office”... Yes, I suppose one could call it that. ::Holding his hands wide:: Though surely the working place of a man of such reverence deserves to be identified as such.

Barberra: Oh wait, ::slight smile and excitement:: you’re the Stellae guy!  Right?  I read about you, can I try some of that milk stuff?  I heard it’s real good.  Like, ::eyes open wide:: real real melt your face off good.

Prarim: Do you refer to the Angel’s Milk? ::Smiling:: I’m afraid it may only be used for holy rituals. However, I appreciate your curiosity about our religious customs. If you wish to attend—

Barberra: Only if I get the milk.  But if not, ::hand wave:: I’ll just stick to *my* religious customs and drink a whole bottle of vodka.

Prarim: I see. Then, to the matter at hand. Is the Emissary here? I wish to speak with him most urgently.

Barberra: No, *Professor* Ukinix is on an away mission and won’t be back for three weeks.

The door to the XOs office slid open, and out walked Wil looking down at a PADD that he held in both hands.

Ukinix: Hey Crewman, can you double check my recommendations regarding the Kathesis Pact agreement for-

He stopped when he saw the representative of the Hawlat people standing in front of Annamae’s desk.

Ukinix: Luminary! ::Slightly grimaced smile:: What a pleasant surprise.

There was a pause while Annamae stared at Prarim.

Barberra: Professor Ukinix will see you now.

Prarim: Response

Ukinix: ::Gesturing:: Come in, Luminary, it’s good to see you.

Prarim: Response

Wil gestured for the Luminary to take a seat at the round table that was positioned at the end opposite to where his desk was located.  Wil quickly handed his PADD to Barberra…

Barberra: Ugh.

- then paused for a moment as he looked at something that caught his attention.

Ukinix: By the way crewman, who’s that?

Barberra: Who’s what?

Wil gestured to the young man in civilian clothes that was standing idly in the corner.

Barberra: That’s Sorurk.  He’s my boyfriend.

Sorurk: ::Vulcan salute:: Greetings.

Ukinix: You can’t bring your boyfriend on duty, crewman.

Barberra: Why not?

Ukinix: I can think of at least a dozen Starfleet regulations why.  I’m sorry Crewman, but you’re going to have to ask him to leave.

The young Vulcan male however began to make his own way out towards the exit.

Sorurk: A logical decision.  Live long and prosper.

The calm and dispassionate Annamae looked back at Wil and simply shrugged, before the slightly bewildered XO turned and made his way back into his office.



((XOs Office))

As the door slid shut behind him, Wil took a seat next to Prarim at the round table.

Prarim: Response

Ukinix: Crewman Barberra is an “interesting” soul with a unique perspective on life.  It also turns out she’s brilliant and intelligent.  Anyway, ::rubbing hands together:: what can I do for you, Luminary?

oO Angel’s Milk? Please please please please please please please… Oo

Pararim: Response


Tags/TBC!

 

 

 

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Crewman Second Class Annamae Barberra

Liaison Officer for the Starfleet Attaché

Amity Outpost

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Lieutenant Commander Wil Ukinix

Starfleet attaché and First Officer

Amity Outpost
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