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Meeting with the counselor

Posted Oct. 15, 2020, 3:05 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Surda (Chief of Security / RTF) (Leonora V)

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Meeting with the counselor

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Surda (Chief of Security / RTF) in Meeting with the counselor

OOC: Appearing as requested, we have one (1) slightly amoral Orion Starfleet officer with a penchant for sassing everyone.

That morning Casela entered her office, and pulled up her list of appointments that day. Surda: 0945 Casela broke into a huge grin. The new CoS had made quite the impression on Casela. She understood the Orion uniform was more than a costume, but reflected her pride. Casela had already decided she liked her. Respect was yet to be seen, she was new on board, but she liked the woman’s gumption. She immediately booked a holodeck. She preprogrammed the scenario. =^=Synthi-er to Cobb. Just wanted to let you know, I’ll be the holodeck sparing all morning.=^= Her voice held too much amusement and had a lilting quality that would probably scare Cobb to death.

Surda pressed the chime on the Counselor’s office somewhat reluctantly. She hadn’t gone to a ship’s counselor since her interrogation at the beginning of her Starfleet career, but rules were rules. At least she seemed… Interesting. Surda grinned at the memory of the holodeck.
-Surda, CoS

Casela stepped out of her office. “Hello Lt. Come on let’s go.” And she led the way off the counseling deck and back towards deck 24 and the training holodeck. When they entered the scene was not anything that anyone on the ship would expect. It was a bar, a full out, edge of civilization, smokey, dirty, falling apart and held together by the dirt, bar. Casela walked to a table by a window that barely let in filter light through the dirt that was mostly on the inside and not from the dirty street outside. She waved to a chair. “Have a seat Lt. and order a drink.” Casela ordered a strong cider, non alcoholic, she was on duty after all.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“Dare I say we’re skipping your office?” She looked around the holodeck with a raised eyebrow. “Looks like home.” She sniffed the air lightly. “Some mandisa and blood and it would smell like home too.” She grinned at Casela, ordering the same. “So counselor, what fun do you have for us today?”
-Surda, CoS

Casela waited for their drinks and then sat back, relaxed. Truly relaxed. She’d obviously spent a lot of time in a place like this. “Just a meet and greet. I know you’ve been recently promoted, congratulations, and you have the job of running security, which on this boat is a daunting task. AND your RTF. Many of the DH are both, myself included. I’ve been trying since we left dry dock to get RTF and Star Fleet to get along. It’s a slow process.” Casela rolls her eyes. “The previous CoS was going to do some dual training with me. I’m in charge of tactical/combat training for RTF. We were going to alternate weeks between Security and RTF, but it never happened.”

“Aaaannnndd I saw your uniform the other night. I’m impressed.”
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

Surda smiled, a bit flattered. Anyone accustomed to Orions might detect a faintly orange blush. “Many dislike that I keep it, but I take great pride in it. I made the designs myself, by hand.” She leaned forward and rubbed her hands together in an overblown display of excitement. “Andon the topic of Starfleet/RTF cohesion… I managed to get permission to do some… fun teamwork exercises to foster friendship between the two groups. I’d be honored if you would join me.” She grinned. “And if you’re interested, I love to spar.” Surda wasn’t even exaggerating that. Fighting, for real or practice, was relaxing to her. She may be far removed from her own people, but she still held much of what she had learned as a child close to her heart.
-Surda, CoS

“If it bring you pride, warmth, happy memories, or whatever it is, keep it. Don’t let anyone else tell you differently.” Casela hid a smile. By the four gods didn’t she know how important those things were. “Now, rumor has it that you did black ops? Is that true?” Another female special forces, Casela was almost over the moon. She’d been dealing with Remington and McHarrie this whole time. And all the other over bearing males with a far too personal sense of humor. Time to turn the tables. And Quinn wasn’t too far from having those skills either. Sparing! Maybe Hampton had managed to kill her and she was actually in Heaven instead of suffering eternal torture. She kept her face calm though. In a few minutes the whole bar was going to erupt in a giant free for all, and it was going to be fun.
“I would love to join. In fact I’ll make sure the RTF response teams are there. I can’t say for the rest of the RTF, but talk to Manhattan. He’s actually trying really hard to stop this nonsense, but I think at times he might be overwhelmed by the administrative paperwork.”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Surda laughed. “You hear some very interesting rumors.” She raised an eyebrow, suddenly seeming like a particularly green Vulcan. The she broke out into a grin, and the effect disappeared. “Yes, it’s true.” She rubbed her hands together, a bit sheepishly. “It’s about all I’ve ever done honestly.” She thought back for a moment, remembering all the spying, the acting as bait. and stealing. It hadn’t changed much after entering Starfleet, except, she supposed, for the stealing. “I’ll have to set up a meeting. I hope he’ll take the opportunity to get away from the paperwork.”
-Surda, CoS

“Manhattan loves weapons. A man after my own heart. But offer to show him something unique or old and no force filed will stop him from leaving that tiny closet of an office he has.” She glances around the room, it was still quiet except for the murmur of voices here and there from the holographic patrons. “You will find yourself in very good company here, or maybe not depending on your point of view. This ship is full of specialist, intelligence, covert ops, and section 31. We have a large group of misfit officers, disillusioned with the Federation, their own lives, the enemy (whoever they choose that to be), but damn good at their jobs. We have a captain, well take a look at Cobbs service record sometime. He’s a man to be admired, but he chases his demons with alcohol every night. All this to say, emotions run high, reactions are reflexive, and fights happen when we bump each other by accident. You and I will have our work cut out for us.” Surda’s being to break up the fights and wade into that. Not that Casela wouldn’t, but her job as CNS was to try and find it and stop it before it happened. And on a ship that big and personalities as they were, she’d have to be a god to see and catch it all before hand.

Casela nodded, “It’s all I’ve ever done as well.” She grins, “Section 31, now attached to the Leviathan as the ship’s counselor.” Casela raises a single brow, much as Surda had just done, looking for all the world like a Vulcan. Probably because she’d picked the personality quirk up from her half Vulcan/half Human mentor. There was a sound of a chair scraping back across the floor. Like many others, but this one was slightly harsher and faster than the others. A knife came flying from across the room at their table. Casela simply swayed to the side, ready to yell “freeze” to the computer if Surda didn’t move.

And then…a bar fight would break out.
OOC: Please please please feel free to write out a fight scene. I promise I’ll join in with my own. :P
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Surda’s ears caught the familiar sound of a knife in the air and grinned. “The fun begins.” she said under her breath. She leaned backwards, grabbing a small, ornate knife from behind her back in each hand. The knife went directly through where her head had been, and she laughed. “Risky, risky, Counselor! What if I had been drinking?” Her chiding was false of course, but fun nonetheless. She straightened back up, spinning around and throwing both knives as she did so. One landed in the fabric above the shoulder, effectively pinning him against the wall, and the other landed just above his head. She turned back towards Casela almost lazily, and smiled. “Did I meet your expectations?
OOC: Take it away!
-Surda, CoS


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