PNCPs Gavin and Colin MacLaren To Snoop or Not to Snoop tag Clifton
Meredith Lahmann
(( Circe’s Lounge USS Odyssey))
::The three officers kept their voices down as they talked about the visiting senator whom they all distrusted.::
Colin: If the two of you are here, that good stuff ye’re drinking. :: He held out his drink to Gavin, who laughed and discreetly pulled out the flask again and added to his brother’s drink:: So are we drinking to anything in particular?
Clifton: Yes, the woman who just beamed abaord.
Colin: That’s enough to curdle a man’s stomach to be sure.
Clifton: Or should I say, to finding out out what she's up to. Doesn't it strike you as odd that a "former" Senator, and one with a record like hers, would be taking part in negotiations with a newly contacted race?
Gavin: Most likely to have her face back in the media of the Federation. She has an insatiable need to be seen and heard.
Colin::taking a sip:: And is that not grand given her complete lack of wisdom or morality?
Clifton: I'd also like to know what's so important about that one case she was carrying. The way she clung to it, you'd think she had the last Ty Cobb baseball card in the galaxy locked up in there.
Colin: Ty Cobb?
Clifton: Oh, you've maybe never heard of him. For many years on earth a game called baseball was very popular. They produced small cards of many popular players and they were nighly sought after by collectors. Ty Cobb was a very famous baseball player. If you did have a card in good condition, there would be people in this galaxy who would pay a pile of latinum for it.
Colin:: rolling his eyes:: I ken about Ty Cobb; I even ken about baseball cards, but the idea of Silva and Ty Cobb in the same sentence was odd.
Gavin: chuckling: Did ye forget we grew up on Terra, Chief?
Clifton: I realize that you two as Betzoids have special ethical rules. I respect that and I don't plan on asking either one of you to break any of your own rules, just to help me.
Colin: Half Betazoid. ::the brothers exchanged a look as well as some communication that Clifon seemed to miss.::
:: Clifton lowered his voice to a conspiratorial tone. ::
Clifton: I do have a plan B in mind, but it might be in a somewhat gray area, legally speaking. As Security Chief I have ways of monitoring anything on this ship, but if either of you would rather not be involved, then say so now. Even if this thing should go sideways, I want you to know that the entire responsibility will rest on my shoulders, I'll see to it that you are in the clear, should you decide to be involved.
Colin:: Look, Chief, ye are asking my brother to risk his entire career. That isna fair. Say what ye will, if he is implicated, ye willna have the ability to to take all the responsibility. He’s a senior diplomat, for the Laird’s sake!
Gavin:: standing up:: I really have some correspondence to see to. Here, keep the flask and return it to me later, Colin:
Colin: Taking the flask and nodding to Gavin, he waited until Gavin was out the door.:: Gavin will consult his considerable sources to find out about this, but he absolutely canna go beyond that. I, on the other hand, have no such problem. Ye’d be surprised how easily people speak to doctors. Ye dinna even have to read their thoughts or emotions, and they’ll tell ye a lot.
Clifton?
Colin: Look, I dinna mind reading her if I can. I can say that she needs to do a medical check because there had been an outbreak of Zoola virus where she left. And then I’ll have chance to chat and charm her a bit.
Clifton?
Colin: laughing: There isna such a thing as Zoola virus. But if presented as a kind of pox that can leave our favorite narcissist badly scarred without quick, preventative treatment, I suspect she’ll come. She’s vain as peacock, and what does she have besides her face?
Clifton?
Colin: What did you have in mind?
PNCPs Gavin and Colin MacLaren simmed by
Captain Johanna MacLaren
CO USS Odyssey