Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2014 16:27:29 GMT -8
Tazer had placed himself near the center of much of the action, a hub of activity swarming around him as people moved quickly from duty station to duty station or on some other mission. There were tourists, Feds, traders, and more and Tazer found a special kind of peace amongst the chaos. It reminded him of his last station and the energy that filled it each and every day. Starfleet had a way of stomping on some of that, especially the more interesting characters. Still, Tazer was not there to relax, he had a job to do. Not that anyone breezing past knew that.
Wearing his standard black on black, it was always hard to tell when the Governor was on or off duty. However, the huge meal on his lap would be a good indicator that it was the latter. In a bag that had been plopped near his hip, though, the real work was being done. Scans on many levels penetrated the crowd and the results were sent to the PADD that rested on top of the bag. The data scrolled in code at the bottom of the screen, barely even visible to the casual viewer. What they would see, though, was a display of this month's issue of "Alien Babes." A Trill, barely clothed, grinned from the screen.
With the discovery of the faux Vulcan, Tazer had taken it upon himself to do a more indepth search of the rest of the station's patrons, discretely, before Desan decided to demand each and every one of them submit themselves to DNA anal probes. The fact that many of the visitors were hybrids made it difficult, but Tazer had time. If he could prevent one more incident, it would be worth it.
Picking up the turkey leg, he took a huge bite from it, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Need beer," he grumbled.
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Wearing his standard black on black, it was always hard to tell when the Governor was on or off duty. However, the huge meal on his lap would be a good indicator that it was the latter. In a bag that had been plopped near his hip, though, the real work was being done. Scans on many levels penetrated the crowd and the results were sent to the PADD that rested on top of the bag. The data scrolled in code at the bottom of the screen, barely even visible to the casual viewer. What they would see, though, was a display of this month's issue of "Alien Babes." A Trill, barely clothed, grinned from the screen.
With the discovery of the faux Vulcan, Tazer had taken it upon himself to do a more indepth search of the rest of the station's patrons, discretely, before Desan decided to demand each and every one of them submit themselves to DNA anal probes. The fact that many of the visitors were hybrids made it difficult, but Tazer had time. If he could prevent one more incident, it would be worth it.
Picking up the turkey leg, he took a huge bite from it, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Need beer," he grumbled.
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