Commodore Taybrim - Stakeout
Jamie LeBlanc
((Commodore Coffee - StarBase 118))
Sal Taybrim loved the anonymity of just arriving unannounced.
Of course this had its drawbacks. For every amount of pleasure he gained from strolling the promenade as just another face in the crowd, he would take his lumps from Commander Fairhug when the station’s commanding officer found out. Though Gogi was both a jovial man and a busy man. Sal had already sent a message stating he would be arriving at some unplanned time but certainly would plan a nice meeting with Gogi when the latter had a free period in his schedule.
But for now he was still enjoying the anonymity.
Taybrim: You did not miss anything. I am here unannounced. Enjoying a bit of shore leave myself.
Ross was nervous.
Ross was generally nervous. Nervousness and Ross went together like peanut butter and jelly.
And yet those nerves indicated that something else was going on.
Ross: It's... good to see you, Sir. What a coincidence, too.
Taybrim: I did get all of the reports and some of the updates from your fellow crew. You might say I take an interest in you and your companions.
Perhaps his little enjoyment of wandering around unannounced and out of uniform was more disruptive than anything else? Which was rather hilarious when you thought of it. Everyone else got to walk around and enjoy their time off in whatever they wanted to wear.
But Sal Taybrim? Well, this was a better target on his back than the assassination attempts from some years ago. But a benign target was a target nonetheless.
Ross: That's... good. Nice. Yeah, we've just come back from a mission, and... - ::another glance over his shoulder:: Sir, would you mind joining me at my table?
His empathy was pinging a wash of emotions. He knit his brows.
Taybrim: If it’s not a good time I apologize. I can always carry onwards.
Sal merely liked catching up.
Ross: No, it's just... I'm kind of... in the middle of something here.
Taybrim: Ah, I see. Terrible timing.
Sal was about ready to just take his cup and head out, but Evan pointed at the table with an expression that clearly said ‘sit down.’
Which was noticed and taken seriously. Sal headed over and sat.
Ross: Well, officially, I am not even here - but I've been having an eye on this place for a while now... If you understand?
Intel work. Ah. Now it made more sense.
Taybrim: I do understand.
Perhaps all too much. Most people on the station didn’t have anything coming close to an intel clearance. Only Sol and Gogi would best Evan’s access.
And yet Sal’s clearances were, well, some of the reports he received were mind boggling.
Ross: ?
Taybrim: Truly terrible timing.
He allowed with grace. But now here was here, and just leaving would seem even more suspicious.
Fortunately one year had given everyone some time to adjust to seeing Gogi everywhere, and Sal faded back into memory. And given that he had a new haircut and was styled differently after a year in the Raskorian sunshine, he didn’t immediately ping on the stretched too thin, mussy hair, overly thin, overly stressed our Commodore people remembered from the years prior.
Now he looked like some sort of jovial aging beach bum who resembled a Commodore, which was not a bad aesthetic.
Ross: ?
Well, if he was here, he might as well make himself useful.
Taybrim: Funny enough I do have access to that information. Do you know exactly what you need?
Ross: ?
Leaning back, he contemplated the situation.
Taybrim: Alright, I can stay here a while and you tell me what you need done.
Ross: ?
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tags/tbc
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Commodore Sal Taybrim
Sector Commander
~Julian Beck
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