[DSX] MSNPC Maréchal-Ferrant - What one has to work with (no tags)

[Sarah Eccles]

((Docking Section, Deep Space Ten))

 

::Finally leaving the cramped conditions of the Percival - the supply freighter that had brought his team out from Federation space - Francois took a deep breath of air, noting the metallic hints that suggested older scrubbing systems. Combined with the bizarre view they’d had of the station on approach he had to wonder, not for the first time, where they’d got themselves sent now.::

 

::Still, there was no point in despairing of their situation, however much he might like to; they had a job to do.::

 

Maréchal-Ferrant : Alright people, let’s move, chop-chop.

 

::His disembarking crew of techs and artists looked at him expectantly.::

 

Maréchal-Ferrant : Michelle, secure us some accommodations, something decent; Cody find somewhere to store the equipment and Henry, see if you can find us an appropriate space. Preferably not a holodeck if you can possibly manage it, but needs must. ::He sniffed.::

 

::His crew began to sort themselves with more purpose even as a loader trundled up with a large assortment of mis-matched boxes from the freighter’s hold. None of it was fast enough for Francois however.::

 

Maréchal-Ferrant : Today people! Go on, shoo!

 

::Flapping elegant hands half-hidden by lacy cuffs, he watched with satisfaction as they scattered to different parts of the station.::

 

Maréchal-Ferrant : ::To no one in particular.:: I have an appointment with the Captain.

 

((Some time later))

 

Maréchal-Ferrant : Hwhat do you mean, Captain Kells isn’t here?

 

::His Queen’s English diction was perfect despite his outrage.::

 

Crewman: I’m sorry sir, he’s resigned his commission.

 

Maréchal-Ferrant : Well that’s just fine and dandy, isn’t it? What about Commander Herodion?

 

Crewman: On leave sir.

 

::Francois closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Clearly this was going to be one of those days.::

 

Maréchal-Ferrant : Is anyone in charge around here? ::He asked, sounding pained.:: Or are you all just allowed to run amok?

 

::The Crewman looked affronted, but Francois wasn’t looking at him.::

 

Crewman: The Garuda’s just docked. You could try Captain Egan Manno. ::He suggested. The sooner the odd man left him alone, the better.::

 

Maréchal-Ferrant : ::In leaden tones.:: The Garuda.

 

::Francois allowed his hand to slide off his face and gave the crewman a long-suffering look.::

 

Maréchal-Ferrant : Hwhat happened to the Mercury? Or don’t I want to know?

 

Crewman: Probably not. It’s heading back to Federation space for extensive repairs.

 

Maréchal-Ferrant : Then spare me the details, I definitely don’t want to know. Thank you Crewman, I shall find this Captain Egan Manno forthwith.

 

::He turned sharply and stalked away.::

 

TBC

 

Francoise Maréchal-Ferrant

Thespian and Entertainer

United Service Organisations