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Getting 'cleared' by the CNS

Posted Nov. 9, 2020, 12:40 p.m. by Lazol (Chief Science Officer) (Brian Richards)

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Getting ‘cleared’ by the CNS

Posted by Lazol (Chief Science Officer) in Getting ‘cleared’ by the CNS

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Getting ‘cleared’ by the CNS
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Lazol strolled up and down the corridors of Deck 4, his outfit seeming to be in stark contrast to those around him. He did modify the color pallet of his own Ferengi uniform to match the yellows and grey’s of the Starfleet uniforms but he maintained his distinct Ferengi trappings such as his headband and badge signaling that he was a DaiMon, in the Ferengi Alliance and as such, above everyone else onboard this ship, even her captain. While a ship’s captain might be in control of a crew, a DaiMon was able to enter alliances and negotiations on behalf of the entire Alliance, as such Lazol was indeed the superior above all onboard. He ran his fingers on the wall as he walked before heading back to his quarters, still on Deck 4 but the most lavish of the science crew. He knew just how to make sure he was comfortable and he relaxed on a lounge chair enjoying a pinch of beetle snuff before grabbing a stack of PADD’s, all of which contained the files on each senior staff member onboard. He needed to meet with the CNS next and grabbed her file, and read:

“Lets see what it has to say about Lt Casela Synthi-er.” He started as he took a crooked finger and began to skim, “Hmm, a hot head with total disrespect to ALL rank and authority. An admiral once pissed her off and she dropped him off on a paradise abandoned planet while she went and finished her mission then came back and got him. She’s been disgraced and been put on Levi to keep her out of the way, but will do anything to get back into their good graces hmm? ” Lazol put the PADD down and tapped his fingers on the table as he thought “Perhaps it’s time I give the good counselor a visit and perhaps we’ll see just what the price a disgraced counselor can be bought for?”

Lazol said loudly, “Computer send a message to the good Lieutenant Synthi-er. I am on my way.”

Lazol, CSO

Casela saw the notice and a very evil and wicked grin crossed her face. She stepped out into the lobby and down to her patient room. She returned, looking…different? She changed the duty nurse at the desk because she knows how Ferengi view women. So instead of her sure steady male admin was her Alpha shift female counselor. She grinned, “This should be fun. If anything happens contact CoS Surda. Tell her I’m in session with a male Ferengi. She’ll understand.”

Casela was now wearing knee high black boots and the old fashioned female dress style uniform, and her hair was down. She entered her office and opened a file, that she hadn’t had much time to create. She sent out requests as soon as she heard there was a new officer coming on board, a high ranking DaiMon:

He’s a powerful Ferengi merchant within the Alliance who came to his fortune selling objects and anomalies to the highest bidder. That is the public knowledge. The private knowledge (found through contacts high in the Alliance’s intel circles) is that he has ben placed on a watch list with nearly every government for his unorthodox methods of procuring and selling his goods, and that within the Alliance he is seen as an outcast, seeking to understand and research the anomalies before he sells them. He did much of this work on his own and has been injured many times by the anomalies. He doesn’t prize wealth above all else he sees it as a way to further his ability to research and understand. He wants to seek understanding first and it’s caused issues with creditors in the past because of his refusal to just turn around and sell something he procured. That being said he is still a corrupt, cold hearted, greedy man who will sell what he finds, he just wants to understand it first

Casela reached into a locker in a hidden panel behind her wall and took out a can of very rare and very rich aroma beetle snuff. She placed it under several of the mess on her desk so he could smell it but not see it. She sat back and waited.
Lt. Synth-er, CNS

Lazol strolled down the halls towards the counseling office and smiled as he entered the room and saw a lovely female. Clothed sadly but he knew better than to say anything given how this was a Starfleet vessel. He looked at her dismissively and said, “Let the counselor know that I’m here”. He didn’t bother making eye contact as he was distracted, there was something in the air that he wanted, he lusted after, it was hard not to identify it as it was a specific beetle snuff from a shaded forest on northern Hupyria, a very rare commodity indeed.

Lazol, CSO

The Alpha shift counselor nodded, “Of course right this way.” She stood up and though a pretty face she was earing a standard pant and tunic uniform. Very unisex and boring. She walked around the desk and opened the door. “Lt. Synthi-er, your appointment is here.” The woman sounded positivly nervous. Giving the indication that she was afraid of Synthi-er. She quickly scurried back to her desk as the door closed behind Lazol.

The aroma of northern Hupyria was subtle but powerful in the room. Creating a subtle distraction for the poor DaiMon. The source of the aroma could not be seen however. Casela in her dress style uniform cut a very attractive figure. She had the legs to go with the boots too. Her eyes, all black like any Betazoid, were like obsidian diamonds. She was reclined, relaxed in her chair. But she knew that Lazol would want his ego pampered a bit and she was up for the farce. Though he wouldn’t know it. Casela had had many dealings with Ferengis and as far as business went she didn’t mind working with them. As long as she kept her head about her.

She rose slowly, gracefully and seemed to float across the room. “Ah DaiMon Lazol. I have been eager for our appointment. Please come sit with me. We have much to discuss.” Her tone indicated the desire for the kind of business Ferengi chase years for. Though she knew he was more interested in science, but the profit by science. She also knew what was in that fake file ARU had. In the back of her mind she shuddered, she’d need a good long shower and pray no one found out about this particular interrogation.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Lazol was taken aback, but downright positive about how this was already managing to exceed his expectations, “Now Lieutenant those are words I’m very glad to hear. Especially from a female of your position.” Lazol said with an eager smile knowing not to play his cards immediately, but showing enough enthusiasm for the deal about to be made, whatever that deal may be. This was a dance of sorts the pursuit of profits always is, and it takes a bit of deft maneuvering to get what you want out of a deal. Entering the room Lazol was distracted by the snuff, he couldn’t find it and didn’t want to bring it up but it was obvious by his looking around he knew the prize was somewhere close by. Then there was the counselor herself, cutting a lovely figure, even if she was still clothed, Lazol couldn’t help but let his guard down a little farther than he probably should.

“I know that you’re a woman with shall we say, a strong since of her own path? What can I provide for you?” Lazol said, the words snaking from his lips as he joined the Lieutenant.

Lazol, CSO

Casela didn’t need telepathy know what Lazol was thinking. And at the moment she was again glad Betazoids couldn’t hear Ferengi thoughts. If their thoughts matched the looks on their faces, it would be rather disgusting. She moved over towards the couch, working the boots incasing her legs to her advantage as she sat and crossed her ankles oh so demurely. She also knew the one thing a Ferengi male loved, even if they didn’t admit it, was a woman who knew the rules of acquisition. “I am quite impressed of your ability to make rule of acquisition 92 (ooc: there are many paths to profit) work so well for you. I can admire a man who can manipulate the situation around him to his own use.” She leaned forward just slightly towards him. Working in her favor was the air flow in the room that kept the smell of the snuff subtly wafting in his direction. “Now I know rule of acquisition 94 says females and finances don’t mix, but…” she shrugs delicately. “A woman in my position doesn’t have the luxury to procure a man for such things.” Her hand, in a very femininely gesture, waves about the room. “I grow so tired of this…holding cell I find myself assigned to. I’m used to … much better luxury.” The implication that a man like Lazol could, perhaps, be the man to help her with her business dealings. In the very back of her mind, Casela was gagging at the smell and the deception she was working.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Lazol listened to the words drip out her mouth like honey, a soothing feast for his lobes that any Ferengi man wanted to hear even if they didn’t want to admit it. A smart female, whether his people accepted it or not, was a force to be reckoned with. He knew that there was an opportunity, nay, a golden opportunity as the rules of acquisition fell from her lips Lazol began to run through the countless ideas springing up. He looked at her and said, “My dear counselor, all you need to do is ask any any treasure, luxury, or trinket can be yours. Carsilean Mink perhaps? Andorian velour suit your fancy? I know a wonderful tailor on Bajor that can twist fabric into something that would show off your....assets perfectly all you need to do is ask.” Lazol said falling right into her trap. “My darling if you have the latinum I have what you want, no I have what you need. A woman such as yourself deserves a life and the trappings of royalty. You obviously know how to play the game so lets cut the chatter, I know all about you and why you’re here and I’m guessing by the way you hid a treasure of snuff in the room you know a little about me. What can I do for you?” Lazol said bluffing, not knowing that she had any information on him at all but hoping to pull it out of her in time.

Lazol, CSO


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