LtCmdr. Talos Dakora - Exactly What It Looks Like
Travis
((Transporter Room - Deck 04 - USS Artemis))
Talos had always enjoyed the gentle hum of the transporter room, a familiar, comforting sound that was always one of the last things he heard before a mission and the first thing he heard when he returned home. Today though, it grated on him like the crackle of a malfunctioning commbadge after a Bajoran Whiskey hangover. His red uniform was crisp– but hastily thrown on– and the faint scent of Risian jasmine still clung to his collar from the massage he’d been in the middle of when he’d gotten the call.
He’d only just transitioned back into the XO role the day prior, just in time to make it his problem when an old Marine buddy in the Risian Security forces had tipped him off that one of his– a crewman in the Operations division was in a holding cell down there. He’d reluctantly cut his massage short and returned to the ship, only to find that someone else had intercepted the official notification from the RSF and had informed them they’d be on the way to recover the wayward crewman shortly. Now, he had the added headache of getting to the bottom of just who in the four hells was trying to get their buddy out of jail without notifying Command or their department head.
The transporter room doors whooshed open and the Artemis’ new Ops Chief stepped in. Talos bowed his head a little in greeting. His surly demeanor was a big departure from their last encounter at Temtibi Lagoon.
Dakora: Lieutenant. :: He frowned.:: You’re read up on the situation?
Vailani: Response
With a nod, he motioned to the transporter pad.
Dakora: Good. Let’s go find out which one of our knuckleheads made me waste a perfectly good massage reservation.
Vailani: Response
As the pair stepped up onto the transporter pad, Talos nodded to the Transporter Chief and a few moments later, the blue, tingly wave of transporter light rose up and whisked them away.
((Outside RSF Headquarters - Risa))
Talos and Zoyara rematerialized in a picturesque town square, with a gorgeously crafted fountain in the center. Several administrative buildings formed the perimeter of the square with the northernmost side dominated by the Risian Security Forces HQ. In the couple of times he’d been to Risa, he’d never had a reason to visit their lockup, he wondered if it was as luxurious as everywhere else on the pleasure planet.
He let out a low descending whistle.
Dakora: Fancy.
Vailani: Response
Together, they rounded the fountain and were approaching the front steps of the building when they saw a couple of gold-uniformed Artemis personnel. He recognized the older Bajoran woman as the Chief Petty Officer who had shown up– seemingly from nowhere– and blasted the Borgified Chevalier near the end of the F-Day disaster. Her companion– a young-looking Andorian– he didn’t recognize. He called out to them from a few meters behind.
Dakora: Ahem. Good afternoon, Chief Ral. ::He checked the Andorian’s collar as he turned.:: Ensign. ::His brow furrowed.:: I sincerely hope this isn’t exactly what it looks like…
He shifted his gaze to the Ensign.
Dakora: Who are you, by the way?
Tho’Bi/Ral: Response
Talos’ brows were momentarily confused as to whether to continue scowling or raise in confused surprise.
Vailani: Response
He held up a hand to halt the conversation.
Dakora: Wait, hold on. Let me get this straight. ::He pointed a bladed hand at Ral.:: You ordered him ::His hand shifted to the Andorian:: to gear up and accompany you on a prisoner retrieval excursion?
He screwed up his face despite himself. The kid wouldn’t have been the first greenhorn officer to get bulldozed by a grizzled old NCO, but he was an Engineer. Was he even trained and certified for this duty? And then there was the fact that it was all being done outside the proper channels without notifying their Department Heads or Artemis Command.
Tho’Bi/Ral: Response
Vailani: Response
LtCmdr. Talos Dakora
USS Artemis-A
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