Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2012 6:25:48 GMT -8
"Fair enough."
Good. She was not so ladylike as to be unreasonable about her safety.
"Who would I speak to regarding proficiency with such a weapon?"
"Well, obviously you wouldn't carry something as big as this," he said, patting his blaster. "Normally, I would suggest someone on the security force to train you, but I'm not too happy with what I've seen so far." He thought for a moment. "Richards seems to have a level head. Why don't you ask him." He would have offered to do it himself, but he was quite sure Etheron would object.
"It's a busy time, and a time of change for Etimon. I don't have nearly as many employees on the station as I do down on Etimon, but they should be arriving somewhat shortly. I will not be living in the dark for much longer, I can assure you of that."
"Time of change is the time you need to be extra vigilant," he advised. "People get nervous about their futures, they act without thinking things through, and they sometimes do things they wouldn't normally do. All the more reason to stay informed, and stay armed." He gestured to her quarters. "Have you surveyed the room? Do you know if it's being monitored?" A diplomat's quarters would be a key place to house surveillance equipment. He pulled out his communicator and flipped it open. "Fargo... beam my kit to the Midhara's quarters."
As the small, black box materialized, Tazer walked over and picked it up. Setting it on a small table, he opened it and pulled out several devices. "Give me a second," he said to Zakhara. He moved slowly through the apartment, room by room, then returned to her. "This room's hot." Returning to his kit, he pulled out another device, including several tools, and walked the room, sweeping the survey instrument side to side until he found what he sought. "Midhara Zakhara is not pleased," he said to the light fixture. Removing the decorative cover, he nodded, then squinted. "Nice," he said. Rummaging in his pocket, he retrieved a tool and inserted it into the light fixture. He looked over his shoulder at her briefly, then went back to work.
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Good. She was not so ladylike as to be unreasonable about her safety.
"Who would I speak to regarding proficiency with such a weapon?"
"Well, obviously you wouldn't carry something as big as this," he said, patting his blaster. "Normally, I would suggest someone on the security force to train you, but I'm not too happy with what I've seen so far." He thought for a moment. "Richards seems to have a level head. Why don't you ask him." He would have offered to do it himself, but he was quite sure Etheron would object.
"It's a busy time, and a time of change for Etimon. I don't have nearly as many employees on the station as I do down on Etimon, but they should be arriving somewhat shortly. I will not be living in the dark for much longer, I can assure you of that."
"Time of change is the time you need to be extra vigilant," he advised. "People get nervous about their futures, they act without thinking things through, and they sometimes do things they wouldn't normally do. All the more reason to stay informed, and stay armed." He gestured to her quarters. "Have you surveyed the room? Do you know if it's being monitored?" A diplomat's quarters would be a key place to house surveillance equipment. He pulled out his communicator and flipped it open. "Fargo... beam my kit to the Midhara's quarters."
As the small, black box materialized, Tazer walked over and picked it up. Setting it on a small table, he opened it and pulled out several devices. "Give me a second," he said to Zakhara. He moved slowly through the apartment, room by room, then returned to her. "This room's hot." Returning to his kit, he pulled out another device, including several tools, and walked the room, sweeping the survey instrument side to side until he found what he sought. "Midhara Zakhara is not pleased," he said to the light fixture. Removing the decorative cover, he nodded, then squinted. "Nice," he said. Rummaging in his pocket, he retrieved a tool and inserted it into the light fixture. He looked over his shoulder at her briefly, then went back to work.
Tag Zakhara