Commodore Taybrim - Plain Clothes Commodore
Jamie LeBlanc
((Commodore Coffee – StarBase 118))
Commodore Coffee.
It had started as a protest to the Starfleet leadership, trying to ridicule the station’s command staff. Except Sal Taybrim, diplomat that he was, found it funny. He visited the place, endorsed it and brought a lot of legitimate business to the café. Suddenly they were known for their excellent variety of colony grown coffee, supporting trinity sector farmers and their insanely intricate latte art.
The original protest faded into an alliance with Starfleet, while remaining an open forum for debate of policies and politics. Sometimes profit and partnership outweighed vitriol and commitment to an agenda – at least for two out of the three founding members.
Rumor had it that the third founding member still hated Starfleet, even more so that Starfleet had “corrupted” his partners and brought “dirty money” into a now thriving establishment.
But all of that was hidden well under the surface. Commodore Coffee had now become a mainstay of the promenade, a favored cuppa for citizens and Starfleet alike.
Barista: And what can I get you, Sir?
Stated in a professional, if mechanical way. She was young – maybe eighteen Terran years – and likely an assistant. This was just a job to get her feet wet. She had no clue who she was talking to.
And the person she was talking to had no desire to reveal himself.
Taybrim: Raktajino latte, unsweet, lantha milk, please.
Barista: Coming right up.
It was a newer offering and Sal of course had to sample the newest. He was in plain clothes, no sign of uniform or rank, just a bearded redhead in slacks, of modest height and quiet expression.
He let his eyes sweep over the shop, taking in the folks working from their PADDs or meeting their dates. It was not overly busy, but not dead either.
And he was enjoying the amount of anonymity that one year out of the big seat was giving him. There was a simple, wonderful pleasure of just being a person in a sea of people, not standing out, just being regular like everyone else.
Ross: ?
Taybrim: Evan? ::He smiled, that warm, ready welcoming smile.:: Fancy seeing you here!
Ross: ?
He leaned in almost conspiratorially. Almost. He always enjoyed a flair for the dramatic.
Taybrim: You did not miss anything. I am here unannounced. Enjoying a bit of shore leave myself.
Ross: ?
Nodding, he retrieved his cup when his number was called and then came to stand by Ross’ side.
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.
His dark eyes sparkled. Despite his role as sector command, he would always make time for StarBase 118.
Ross: ?
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tags/tbc
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Commodore Sal Taybrim
Sector Command
~Julian Beck
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