(( Promenade - Deck 225 - DS224))
Vailani Zoyara considered herself to be one of the galaxy's more simple people. She liked to work, and mind her own business. Her only real interest outside of her duty to Starfleet, was her hobby creating Holodeck walks from scratch. This meant that making friends was never easy for her. It never had been, even when she was a child she found it difficult to play well with others, and it was something she struggled with even more at the Academy.
Until she met Gila. She wasn't quite sure what it was that made the Mizarian more easy to stomach than 90% of the people Zoyara had ever encountered. Of course she always admired Gila’s dedication to her duty, and the many ways she'd find more work to occupy her but Starfleet was full of workaholics.
No, Gila was her constant. Something that she could rely on no matter what life threw at them. That was until she lied.
At first, Zoyara refused to believe it when the confidential comm had come through to all department heads. Gila had been removed from the ship and stripped of her rank. It was so utterly impossible to Zoyara that she checked and rechecked the files herself.
There had to be an explanation, she was certain of it. Which is why she was on DS224 trying to locate the Mizarian who was clearly on the move somehow.
Eventually she found her. Her robe swaddled around her like a shield against the world.
Vailani: Gila!
Sadar: Response
Zoyara rushed through the crowds to get to Gila, almost barreling several civilians to the ground.
She was certain that if Gila could just explain then she could fix it. She could fix whatever mistakes had been made.
Vailani: :: out of breath :: What are you doing? I've been tracking you for the last hour?
Sadar: Response
Vailani: Why do you think I'm here? I'm here to sort this out. Clearly there's been an error made. It happens sometimes. Files get miscategorised or corrupted.
She didn't mention that she'd already discounted both of those reasons.
Sadar: Response
Tags/TBC