Posted Nov. 8, 2020, 2:34 p.m. by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) (Sharon Miller)
Posted by Lazol (Chief Science Officer) in Ready Room, a meeting of the CO and XO
Posted by Lazol (Chief Science Officer) in Ready Room, a meeting of the CO and XO
Lazol made sure his DaiMon pins were extra shiny today and his Ferengi uniform extra crisp as he took his box of beetle snuff and had a rather heavy pinch before sneezing. He always hated that part but the wave of narcotic bliss that washed over him was always a welcome relief. He had been reading the files on the personnel and did have PADDs for the XO and CO, but he wanted to try to come at this a different way. The DaiMon looked at the clock and said, “Computer, tell Zachariah Cobb and Ryder Raauhl to meet me in the ready room. And make it fast!” Lazol snapped at the terminal as he made his way to deck 23 where the three person room would be a perfect place to conduct business. He replicated himself a bottle of Ferengi wine and three glasses as well as three plates of spore pie and set them out, this was a meeting of men in high status, and Lazol would make sure that they knew he was a good host. On his ship.Lazol, CSO
(Fixed my spelling. Good host… not god host…)
Perception could be a funny thing at times, especially where disparate cultures were concerned. Cobb’s experience with Ferengi had been surprisingly limited over the years, although they were present throughout the war and a handful of them even served. Although not on his own ship. Of course, he’d managed to gain the measure of them sufficiently to bend DaiMon Olash to his will in their recent negotiations and had learned even more from Dr Kastil’s expert bartering with his men.
Still, his new Chief Science Officer, Lazol, remained something of a conundrum to him. For example, when the DaiMon had sent out his request for the captain’s attention, it had almost sounded as if he were demanding that Cobb attend his own ready room! A ridiculous move for anyone on the ship to make, obviously!
But stepping into his ready room and finding the Ferengi scientist already inside, and about ready to tuck into lunch it seemed, did nothing to quell the old man’s suspicions. So it was with a more sarcastic tone than was appropriate for one in his position that he announced, “Comfortable, Mr Lazol? Perhaps I can rearrange my furniture to suit you better? Have my Yeoman come and see to your needs?”
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