Lt. Commander Solaris McLaren - Talking Over Drinks.
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Dec 15, 2025, 3:38:20 AM (3 days ago) Dec 15
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(( Taybrim's Office - Starbase 118 ))
McLaren: That was for making me cry in front of the crew... don't you know I have an image to uphold? :: She laughed again. :: Can't rightly do that with tears in my eyes, now can I?
Sol could see the playfullness in his demeanor.
Taybrim: Then I am truly sorry, though I admit I would do it again in a heartbeat.
And he would too. He lived for it.
McLaren: I sure you would... you enjoy it too much...
Taybrim: Let me mix something or us. What’s your poison tonight? I have a few selections from Kinney’s stash.
Sol shifted in that direction, sitting in one of the plush chairs. Sal still had, somehow, the nicest office on the base. The chairs were no exception. She shrugged slightly as she sunk into the plushy chair.
McLaren: Surprise me. :: She paused. :: I take it you heard about our last mission?
Taybrim: Yes, I heard all about Capricalia. Their communication to the Federation representatives is now being routed through Raskor. So if anyone tries to re-route that, or intercept it we’ll be alerted well before it becomes a crisis.
That was for the best. Things had gotten far too out of hand without a central location for things to come from.
McLaren: Thats good... the Free State got far too close to making things a true disaster there.
Sol accepted the glass, swirling it some as Sal joined her in sitting.
Taybrim: I have thoughts on the Romulan incursion, but before we turn to that… ::he lifted his glass in a toast:: cheers! Congratulations on another successful mission!
She raised her own glass.
McLaren: Was very nearly not. But we got there in the end.
Sol sipped her own drink, savoring it for a moment.
Taybrim: Success is always a good thing to celebrate. I think Commander Fairhug and his crew will have a lot to celebrate this leave.
Sol reflected on that for a moment. It hadn't been long ago that Sal would have been included in that statement. He would celebrate anyway, but it was different, in subtle ways.
McLaren: That we do. :: She grinned. :: Saved the planet and a giant space creature...
Neither one of those things sounded normal. Yet one of them seemed to have become far too normal to her. Commanding the Narendra had been a thrill though, even despite the outcome being something mixed in her eyes.
Taybrim: Response?
McLaren: I'm still curious how that station had been built. Those Romulans we rescued aren't too keen on talking. :: She paused. :: They're afraid of something.
Taybrim: Response?
She shrugged, sipping her drink again.
McLaren: If I had to hazard a guess? It's the Tal'Shiar. This reads a lot like what I learned about the old Star Empire from back before Hobus. I think perhaps the Praetor knows not what goes on in the dark corners of his 'free' state.
Or the alternative, left unvoiced, that he knew all too well what went on, and chose to allow it.
Taybrim: Response?
McLaren: What ever it is... its becoming a 'thing'. We've run into them pretty often in recent history.
Taybrim: Response?
McLaren: That was for making me cry in front of the crew... don't you know I have an image to uphold? :: She laughed again. :: Can't rightly do that with tears in my eyes, now can I?
Sol could see the playfullness in his demeanor.
Taybrim: Then I am truly sorry, though I admit I would do it again in a heartbeat.
And he would too. He lived for it.
McLaren: I sure you would... you enjoy it too much...
Taybrim: Let me mix something or us. What’s your poison tonight? I have a few selections from Kinney’s stash.
Sol shifted in that direction, sitting in one of the plush chairs. Sal still had, somehow, the nicest office on the base. The chairs were no exception. She shrugged slightly as she sunk into the plushy chair.
McLaren: Surprise me. :: She paused. :: I take it you heard about our last mission?
Taybrim: Yes, I heard all about Capricalia. Their communication to the Federation representatives is now being routed through Raskor. So if anyone tries to re-route that, or intercept it we’ll be alerted well before it becomes a crisis.
That was for the best. Things had gotten far too out of hand without a central location for things to come from.
McLaren: Thats good... the Free State got far too close to making things a true disaster there.
Sol accepted the glass, swirling it some as Sal joined her in sitting.
Taybrim: I have thoughts on the Romulan incursion, but before we turn to that… ::he lifted his glass in a toast:: cheers! Congratulations on another successful mission!
She raised her own glass.
McLaren: Was very nearly not. But we got there in the end.
Sol sipped her own drink, savoring it for a moment.
Taybrim: Success is always a good thing to celebrate. I think Commander Fairhug and his crew will have a lot to celebrate this leave.
Sol reflected on that for a moment. It hadn't been long ago that Sal would have been included in that statement. He would celebrate anyway, but it was different, in subtle ways.
McLaren: That we do. :: She grinned. :: Saved the planet and a giant space creature...
Neither one of those things sounded normal. Yet one of them seemed to have become far too normal to her. Commanding the Narendra had been a thrill though, even despite the outcome being something mixed in her eyes.
Taybrim: Response?
McLaren: I'm still curious how that station had been built. Those Romulans we rescued aren't too keen on talking. :: She paused. :: They're afraid of something.
Taybrim: Response?
She shrugged, sipping her drink again.
McLaren: If I had to hazard a guess? It's the Tal'Shiar. This reads a lot like what I learned about the old Star Empire from back before Hobus. I think perhaps the Praetor knows not what goes on in the dark corners of his 'free' state.
Or the alternative, left unvoiced, that he knew all too well what went on, and chose to allow it.
Taybrim: Response?
McLaren: What ever it is... its becoming a 'thing'. We've run into them pretty often in recent history.
Taybrim: Response?
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