Private Link Jenson - Not The Lead They Were Expecting
Lhandon Nilsen
((OOC: Lhandon's sim coming soon, just a bit slow today, Come down with the a cold or flu or something gross...so very blegh right now.))
(( Promenade, Deep Space 14 … A Short Time Later ))
Link felt frustrated. Security had been less than helpful, merely taking the two Chey'd into custody and recording brief statements from the marines. After a mere 15 minutes, they'd released the marines to their own devices. Now, he sat with Teddy at a pub on the outskirts of the promenade, waiting for their meals to arrive with cold drinks resting before them.
Link was on the Synthehol. While he could drink real alcohol, he didn't like the chaos that it brought to his Betazoid abilities. His gloves were on again, allowing him to see things normally, like any other humanoid.
O’Reilly: Well now what do we do?
Jenson: I don’t know.
O’Reilly: I mean we don’t have any… ummm (beat) Dammit what are they called.. (beat) leads. (beat) It’s a wonder I didn’t go down the Star Fleet security career path ::letting out a small snicker::
Jenson: Imagine us two as security officers.
O’Reilly: We could just leave it to security (beat) But I feel like it’s not a top priority for them. (beat) At least that’s what I got when…
Teddy was then interrupted by a random person who approached them.
The Girl: Umm…. Excuse me…
Teddy turned on his bar stool, and Link had known him long enough to know that he was about to be volunteered as the mouthpiece of their pair.
The Girl: You two were the ones following those guys (beat) right? (beat) I think I need some help.
Jenson: Yeah…that us….I think.
He wasn't sure if he should confirm or not, so Link started to take off his gloves as an air of suspicion came over him. This was the person that the two Chey'd had been after, and now she had just shown up here after finding them.
The girl/Teddy: Response
He saw her aura. It was clear, at least in terms of deceit. There was some dull grey, which wasn't very strong, but Link knew that to be fear.
Jenson: That’s one of the senior staff, the ops chief?
The girl/Teddy: Response
Jenson: What do you want with the chief?
The girl/Teddy: Response
Jenson: Why were they chasing you? Are you in trouble? Do you need help?
He really wanted to know the answers to these questions, keeping an eye on her aura as he did so. He was subtle enough that likely only those who knew him well would know what he was doing, and they would also see the tattoo on his hand which appeared as geometric circles where two lines crossed as compass points.
The girl/Teddy: Response
Tags/TBC
Private Link Jenson
As simmed by
Lieutenant JG Lhandon Joseph Nilsen
Assistant Chief of Operations.
USS Octavia E Butler
O240007LN1
He/Him/His (Both player and character)