Post by Deleted on May 9, 2012 20:09:29 GMT -8
“A cloaked infiltrator, a Starfleet official nearly killed and a bug in an Ambassador’s quarters? All is not as well in this sector as we would like to think.”
"Don't forget about the docking clamp or the device in the wormhole that caused vessels to lower their shields." They prepared to transport and Tazer looked at Lin with curiosity as she mentioned her prior bachelor status. This worm thing was still confusing to him.
As soon as they materialized in his quarters, he took stock of the debris. Dirty socks, empty alcohol containers...was that a bra tucked into the leather couch? Nothing too out of the ordinary. He shrugged and immediately shucked off the irritating white shirt, tossing it aside. Walking to an overstuffed chair, he picked up a black t-shirt, sniffed it, then put it on. Next, he kicked off the loafers and left them where they fell.
Opening the fridge, he pulled out a beer and dispatched with the cap. He took a long swallow and sat down in the large chair, leaving the couch to her. "Make yourself at home." He set aside the bottle. "Computer, standard sweep."
"Acknowledged." Seconds later, there was a beep. "Status is Green."
"Location of the Phoenix?"
A panel near him opened up and an image of Tazer's ship popped onto the screen. "Lovely." At least it hadn't blown up.
"You have twenty-three messages."
"Any urgent?"
"Twelve."
Tazer sighed and rose from his chair. "Excuse me a second," he said to Etaera. "Display." The list of messages scrolled down the screen. He quickly took care of two of them and ignored the rest for now. "I think Jon's next video should be about the definition of 'urgent'," he muttered. Plopping back down into the chair, he stared into space for a second.
"I don't know what to make of this whole thing," he admitted. "Etheron trusted Esohn. Believe me, that trust is not an easy thing to gain."
Tag Etaera
"Don't forget about the docking clamp or the device in the wormhole that caused vessels to lower their shields." They prepared to transport and Tazer looked at Lin with curiosity as she mentioned her prior bachelor status. This worm thing was still confusing to him.
As soon as they materialized in his quarters, he took stock of the debris. Dirty socks, empty alcohol containers...was that a bra tucked into the leather couch? Nothing too out of the ordinary. He shrugged and immediately shucked off the irritating white shirt, tossing it aside. Walking to an overstuffed chair, he picked up a black t-shirt, sniffed it, then put it on. Next, he kicked off the loafers and left them where they fell.
Opening the fridge, he pulled out a beer and dispatched with the cap. He took a long swallow and sat down in the large chair, leaving the couch to her. "Make yourself at home." He set aside the bottle. "Computer, standard sweep."
"Acknowledged." Seconds later, there was a beep. "Status is Green."
"Location of the Phoenix?"
A panel near him opened up and an image of Tazer's ship popped onto the screen. "Lovely." At least it hadn't blown up.
"You have twenty-three messages."
"Any urgent?"
"Twelve."
Tazer sighed and rose from his chair. "Excuse me a second," he said to Etaera. "Display." The list of messages scrolled down the screen. He quickly took care of two of them and ignored the rest for now. "I think Jon's next video should be about the definition of 'urgent'," he muttered. Plopping back down into the chair, he stared into space for a second.
"I don't know what to make of this whole thing," he admitted. "Etheron trusted Esohn. Believe me, that trust is not an easy thing to gain."
Tag Etaera