Lt. Cmdr. Ian O'Connor- Fake ID
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((Tahiti Targ’s Grill and Bar, right beside the Harmony Shores Collaborative Resort, Lolagi IV ))
The large Bolian at the front door stopped Ian as he tried to enter.
Bouncer: Whoa kid, where do you think you’re going?
O’Connor: I’m meeting a friend inside. I’m actually a few minutes late so if you wouldn’t mind…
The bouncer;s glare stopped him. He pointed at a sign in numerous languages listing the adult ages for several species.
O’Connor: Fine, fine.
Ian dug a small device from his pocket and clicked it on producing a hologram of himself. Himself at his full adult age.
The bouncer snagged it from him and inspected it closer.
Bouncer: Really? You swipe some Starfleet officers ID and you think that’ll get you into the clubs?
O’Connor: No really. This is me. It’s kinda a long story but I’ve been struck by chroniton and sencha radiation, I de-aged about 10 years and…
The large blue man on the stool shook his head.
Bouncer: Okay, just stop kid. Get outta here before I have to call the authorities.
O’Connor: Look, Just run the scan. My DNA will match
The Bouncer stood up off his stool towering over Ian.
Bouncer: Don’t make me get physical with your scrawny little a…
Ian backed off holding his hands out gesturing
O”Connor: All right, All right. Going, going.
The bouncer crushed the ID in one meaty hand.
Bouncer: Don’t forget this and absolutely don’t come back here.
Ian scowled as the Bolian dropped the pieces of the crushed ID into his hands. He sighed as he walked away..
O’Connor: Can’t wait to explain to Raga how this happened.
Then he turned his head back toward the doorway.
O’Connor:They're called chronitons. C-H-R-O-
Some sort of beverage container struck Ian in the shoulder.
Bouncer: That’s to show you I have good aim.
The big man drew a disruptor pistol and aimed it. Ian threw his arms up in surrender and back rapidly away toward the front of the resort area.
As he rounded a corner along the pathway he first heard and then saw something in the distance.
There was some sort of commotion on the other side of a large greenspace. A number of local police officers were escorting two women away from the resort in stun cuffs. It was hard to tell at this distance but there was something familiar about…
oO Rox. Holy $4!+, that’s Rox. Oo
Ian began to run across the lawn as the two captives were not so gently helped into the back of the security cruiser. Ian tried to shout out
O’Connor: Hey, wait. Where are you…
No one paid heed and the cruiser began to pull away just as Ian got close.
Looking around, he hailed one of the rent-a-rides that was waiting just outside the resort's entranceway. An old yellow areo-car quickly pulled up and Ian hopped in.
A middle aged Ferengi with a stubby cigar greeted him.
Cabbie: Where to, Mac?
O’Connor: Follow that police car.
Rox/de la Croix: Response
TBC/Tags
((also possible tag to anyone who wants to be inside Tahiti Targ’s and stood up by Ian and possible tag to Vomek if he sees Ian chase after the security crew))
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Lieutenant Commander Ian O’Connor
HCO
USS Ronin NCC-34523
R240009IO4