Lieutenant Anton Richards: Post Ceremony Chatter

[Writer Guy]

((The Writer's Room, Deck 8, USS Octavia E. Butler))

Richards: You’ll have to tell me the story some time.

Sherlock looked down at the ribbon Anton was pointing at.

Sherlock: It's not much of a story. In fact...

Sherlock’s eyes looked up and to the side, A grin slowly spread. Anton leaned in curiously. 

Sherlock: ::looking around and quickly finding Nilsen who was approaching the Engineering table and pointing at him:: See that one, it was his fault.

Anton followed Sherlock’s finger until it landed on Lhandon Nilsen. 

Richards: I … Lt. Nilsen?

Anton had thought that Nilsen came across as fairly consistent. Albeit the odd relationship he seemed to share with Toxin Arlill.

Sherlock: Oh yeah. Before they could even get a word out, he promised them anything they wanted ::beat:: so they took us.

Anton wasn’t sure if he should take the story at face value. Granted, that probably wouldn’t have been his first plan. 

Richards: ::smiling:: That doesn’t really seem like that good of a bargain. 

Sherlock: ::sarcastically:: He's no diplomat, that's for sure. But ::beat:: maybe one day, he'll get there.

That was the first nice thing that Anton had heard Sherlock.

Richards: Ahh… It sounds like you might have some faith in the Ops people after all.

Sherlock: Response?

Anton chuckled.

Richards: ::grinning sarcastically:: No really boss. If you like them so much maybe you should join them.

Sherlock: Response?

Anton paused for a moment. Still smiling at his own “clever joke”, he then decided to bring the subject back to the ribbon. 

Richards: So how’d you get out of it?

Sherlock: Response?

=========TAGS & TBC==========

Lieutenant Anton Richards

Security Officer

USS Octavia E. Butler -  NCC-82850

T239802AR1

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