Private Link Jenson - Gloves Back On
Lhandon Nilsen
((OOC: finishing off the shore leave sims))
(( Promenade, Deep Space 14 … A Short Time Later ))
It was one of the most surreal moments of that day. The person who had been chased by the two Chey'd's that Link and Teddy had apprehended suddenly approached them and wanted to know what their role was in this whole situation. Link, perhaps his instincts giving him a hint that something was up, took off his gloves to read her aura. It was clear—there was no deceit. The grey itself was more indicative of fear, or at least a fear that had now dulled down.
Jenson: What do you want with the chief?
Sandra: I really ::looking around apprehensively:: I really can’t say, at least not here.
O’Reilly: You can trust us, I swear.
Jenson: Why were they chasing you? Are you in trouble? Do you need help?
She identified herself as someone called Sandra who seemed to have somewhat of a connection to the chief of operations. This, of course, piqued Teddy's curiosity even more.
Sandra: They know why I’m here and they want to stop me.
O’Reilly: Stop you from doing what?
Jenson: Who are they?
Sandra: I swear, I just need to… ::interrupted by the overhead intercom::
Computer: =/\= Transport for Zet Alpha departing in 10 minutes. =/\=
Still with his gloves off, he saw the grey get a little more intense as her anxiety grew. Why would that announcement set her off, and what did she have to do with Zet Alpha?
Sandra: Frack, is it already that late? I don’t have any time left. ::grabbing onto both their wrists:: You must help me!
Security Officer: Hey you, over there, we have some questions for you.
Both Link and Teddy looked up to see the two officers that were heading their way. Link remained with his gloves off; he was starting to feel a little bit of pain in his head, and the colours of everyone's auras around him were becoming more intense. This wasn't due to a major event, but rather due to Link starting to slowly get overwhelmed by all of the input. Despite this, he kept the gloves off just for a little bit longer.
Meanwhile, Sandra placed something into Link's hand and closed it tight
Sandra: Here ::shoving something into Link's hand:: take this.
Sandra made her exit and Link couldn't work out where she went. o0 As soon as these two “security officers” are gone. I'm putting the gloves on for a week. 0o
O’Reilly: :: meeting Links eyes :: What did she give you.
Link opened his hand slowly. Teddy was curious if the contact she made had any effect on him, or if it meant nothing to Link. As his hand opened, there lay a single isolinear chip.
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Jenson: This data chip.
O’Reilly: We need to get that to the chief ::looking around:: and fast.
He noded in response and then the two officers approached.
Security Officer: Where did that girl go?
O’Reilly: What girl?
Jenson: We've no idea who you're talking about.
As he lied, he put his gloves back on, palming the datachip in his glove so he wouldn't attract attention to his pockets. He'd gotten enough of a reading of the officers to know that they were up to something.
End Scene
Private Link Jenson
As simmed by
Lieutenant Lhandon Joseph Nilsen
Assistant Chief of Operations.
USS Octavia E Butler
O240007LN1
He/Him/His (Both player and character)