MSNPC Minister Casavel Ifra: Bad Days
Sarah Terry
((Main Office, Ivory Tower, StarBase 118))
As he stared down the *third* empty hallway behind the *fourth* door he’d pried open in as many minutes, Ifra found himself briefly wondering where this day ranked in terms of overall Bad Days he’d experienced. There was the day he’d finally pushed Major Vestala too far and had gotten the living daylight beaten out of him for the pleasure. The day his recon plane had to make an emergency landing and they ended up trekking eight miles through a freezing, stinking swamp. Maybe the day Raeth had turned down his invitation to dinner with such a withering look that he still occasionally had nightmares about it? Regardless, this day was angling to become part of some very elite company.
When he turned back to Commander Ross and the captain, he could only put his hands on his hips in frustrated disbelief.
Ifra: ::with a tight voice and an exasperated expression:: Well, gentleman. Suffice it to say we’ve had better days. Now how the hell are we going to track them down in the dark?
Ross: If Bryce is still carrying her commbadge, we can locate her. But I can't get hold of Ops. We'd need to check the systems ourselves... and that means leaving.
Ifra heaved a sigh as he moved his arms from his hips to cross them over his chest. The commander was still holding his captain’s arm like he was afraid the man would wander off. Which did, unfortunately, seem like a distinct possibility.
Ifra: It seems like whatever has ::with a pointed look at Fairhug:: …addled… our compatriots hasn’t affected everyone. At least not yet. Perhaps we can set up search parties for these corridors while we investigate the disturbance.
Fairhug: ?
Ross: What's the chancellor like? Would he hurt a young woman without reason?
Ifra’s nostrils flared, but he had to tamp down his flush of defensiveness for his friend. After what he had seen, the commander had every right to ask such a question.
Ifra: I know he’s made a poor first impression, but I promise you that Athemir is a man of good conscience. We… he seems to have forgotten a great deal, but despite his fear, he would not hurt anyone without cause. I’ve known him now for over twenty years - he can be distrustful and stubborn as hell, but he is not… he can be reasoned with. I wouldn’t be standing here if that wasn’t true.
He wasn’t sure how far his evaluation of Sael would go in Ross’s eyes, but he meant every word of it. Athemir was a warrior, and yes, he was certainly acquainted with violence, but he was not a violent man. He was a vigilant man who wanted to have a tight hold on the reins, maybe too tight sometimes, in Ifra’s opinion, but he would never hurt another unless he was given a very good reason. Ifra knew that without doubt.
Fairhug: ?
Ross: We don't know who of us is gonna be hit next by this... regress. We need to work together in this, alright? ::he locked eyes with Ifra:: We both want the same. Get our people back unhurt. And it looks like we are the only ones we can count on right now.
A grim but accurate assessment. Ifra nodded sharply.
Ifra: You’ll get no disagreement from me, Commander.
He looked at Fairhug next. Despite the captain’s own regression, hopefully they had impressed upon him the severity of the situation.
Fairhug: ?
Ifra: Right. ::clapping his hands together once:: Then let’s stop standing in this hallway like lost kedans and get started. ::he strode back into the tower’s central space and addressed the rest of the Ameoneian delegation:: My friends! As you’ve seen, we are experiencing some kind of unexplained event that robs us of our memories. The Chancellor has been affected, as have many Starfleet personnel. We do not know if more of us will experience symptoms, but we cannot afford to wait around and find out. Those of you who are already symptomatic will stay here for evaluation. Those of you who are not: we will be forming search parties to find the Chancellor and the counselor. At least one Ameoneian and one Starfleet officer in each. That is… if you don’t object, Commander.
He turned belatedly to Ross as it dawned on him that he may have overstepped. He was the type who always jumped in with both feet, but this was not his base. Not his command.
Ross: ?
Ifra turned back to his people.
Ifra: The Chancellor is confused, but you know him. He is not unreasonable. We must do anything we can to get both Sael and Ensign Dylan back unharmed. ::to Ross and Fairhug:: Do you still have access to a map of this section of the station? Sergeant Larell ::he pointed out an Ameoneian woman in armor:: can assist with creating a search grid while we attempt to get to the bottom of this blackout?
Ross/Fairhug: ?
Ifra: Do you know if this incident is isolated to the tower? When was the last time you were able to contact someone elsewhere on the station?
Ross/Fairhug: ?
Ameoneian Minister of Extraglobal Affairs
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