Lt. Commander Solaris McLaren - Work Chat? Here?
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9:12 AM (5 hours ago) 9:12 AM
to StarBase 118 Ops a Star Trek PBEM RPG
(( B’hala Sacred Waters Retreat - Little Risa - StarBase 118 ))
Ross: Seems people like us are a booming business.
McLaren: Perhaps theres even massages... :: she rubbed her temple some. :: Which admittedly doesn't sound bad right now...
Ross: Massage, really? You sound like you're starting to enjoy this.
Sol chuckled.
McLaren: Maybe... but you cant tell me there you dont have a few aching muscles that could use some attention.
He sighed.
Ross: Fine. I'll join you for a massage if we check out those open baths afterwards.
Like she was really going to turn down a soak in a nice hot bath. She nodded to him.
McLaren: Deal.
Sol followed alongside him, sipping her own drink as they scanned the area.
Ross: So... are we allowed to discuss work here at all or is someone gonna throw us out?
Sol shrugged, rolling her eyes.
McLaren: Like they can stop us?
And indeed no one appeared to be rushing to tackle them to the ground for having a conversation.
Ross: I heard they're having an Intel summit on the USS Thor. Do you plan on going?
She half nodded.
McLaren: HQ sent notice of it a few days ago. Unfortunately I'm unable to make the trip currently.
Sol had no way of knowing if the station or the sector would fall to pieces without her, but so much of her life had been spent there, so it wasn't something she really wanted to chance. Was that her ego talking? Probably. A little bit anyway.
Ross: Response?
She cast a sidelong glance to Evan.
McLaren: Something you might be interested in, I take it?
Ross: Response?
McLaren: It's being hosted by Commander Promontory, the Director of Gamma Quadrant Intelligence. I've never met him personally, but from all indications he is an exceptionally competent agent. You don't rise to such a position if you aren't.
Ross: Response?
Sol nodded, sipping her fruity drink again. It really did have a calming effect. Were they being drugged? Was that why they had needed so much medical info? Did she care right now? She mentally shrugged.
McLaren: Mmhmm, you have access to most of the pertinent information to put together a detailed brief on the goings on here in Trinity... I'll inform the Thor to expect you instead.
Ross: Response?
Ross: Seems people like us are a booming business.
McLaren: Perhaps theres even massages... :: she rubbed her temple some. :: Which admittedly doesn't sound bad right now...
Ross: Massage, really? You sound like you're starting to enjoy this.
Sol chuckled.
McLaren: Maybe... but you cant tell me there you dont have a few aching muscles that could use some attention.
He sighed.
Ross: Fine. I'll join you for a massage if we check out those open baths afterwards.
Like she was really going to turn down a soak in a nice hot bath. She nodded to him.
McLaren: Deal.
Sol followed alongside him, sipping her own drink as they scanned the area.
Ross: So... are we allowed to discuss work here at all or is someone gonna throw us out?
Sol shrugged, rolling her eyes.
McLaren: Like they can stop us?
And indeed no one appeared to be rushing to tackle them to the ground for having a conversation.
Ross: I heard they're having an Intel summit on the USS Thor. Do you plan on going?
She half nodded.
McLaren: HQ sent notice of it a few days ago. Unfortunately I'm unable to make the trip currently.
Sol had no way of knowing if the station or the sector would fall to pieces without her, but so much of her life had been spent there, so it wasn't something she really wanted to chance. Was that her ego talking? Probably. A little bit anyway.
Ross: Response?
She cast a sidelong glance to Evan.
McLaren: Something you might be interested in, I take it?
Ross: Response?
McLaren: It's being hosted by Commander Promontory, the Director of Gamma Quadrant Intelligence. I've never met him personally, but from all indications he is an exceptionally competent agent. You don't rise to such a position if you aren't.
Ross: Response?
Sol nodded, sipping her fruity drink again. It really did have a calming effect. Were they being drugged? Was that why they had needed so much medical info? Did she care right now? She mentally shrugged.
McLaren: Mmhmm, you have access to most of the pertinent information to put together a detailed brief on the goings on here in Trinity... I'll inform the Thor to expect you instead.
Ross: Response?
McLaren: Just make sure you say hi to Sasch for me.
118's former helmswoman had transferred tot he Thor when it had launched, and she was sure they were benefitting from her skills greatly.
Ross: Response?
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