Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Surprising Surprises

Posted by Lazol (Chief Science Officer) in Surprising Surprises

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Surprising Surprises
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Casela paced him as he moved about the room. The door was locked and he wouldn’t be able to leave with out her releasing the lock. The beauty of her security system was that when the door lock activated it put the whole room into isolation: force fields at every access point (door, ventilation, jeffries tubes hatches, all of them), communications jamming unless accessed through her console and her security clearance, as well as a dampening field that prevented basic old fashioned ease dropping techniques at her door. And all recording devices were turned off. Ship’s communications would be stopped before reaching her office and none could get out without her approval. “Computer, direct subspace message to Starship Opaka, for Captain Ch’otok. Priority, emergency message. Sigma 9527 zeta security clearance.” She tapped the console on her desk, encrypting the message. Only one other person alive could decode it, and he should be on his ship. She turned to Lazol. “It’s time to find out, DaiMon Lazol. If you are the honorable Ferengi I hope you are, or someone that is as depraved as Kazakor (OOC: going to pretend this is some famous guy who ran a horrible fake orphanage). If you have harmed, or attempted to, one hair on any child’s head from Caspian…” She let the threat hang in the air.

The console came to life and Ch’otok appeared and she turned his attention to Lazol. “Ch’otok. Do you know this man? And do you vouch for him? Because otherwise he’s put me and this ship at grave risk and I need to know it.”

Lt Synthi-er, CNS

The screen would flicker on to a bridge that looked a little off, it was an old D12 that was well lit and the paint was opposed to the standard Klingon brown and stood out as a gentle silver. Purple accents took the place of any red accent and there was no haze in the air, and it might otherwise be considered cheerful if it wasn’t for the mission of the ship. An older Klingon man came into view as he blinked and smiled. He was wearing his old armor from the Dominion war, one of the rare times that he donned the old suit as it conveyed the seriousness of what he was doing. “Like a mother hen checking on her chicks Casela? I don’t know anything yet and I will let you know what I can, as soon as I… Lazol? Is that…” He paused and strode around the bridge for a little before sitting down in the captain’s chair and rubbed his temples with fingers as he looked up. “Casela, Lazol, how do you two even know each other?” He surveyed the situation as Lazol stood fuming still. “You know her Ch’otok?” The Klingon chuckled and said, “Look you two, I don’t know what circumstance you’ve gotten into where you’re obviously at each other’s throats but understand that Casela” He said, turning his head to her, “I trust Lazol implicitly. I would vouch for him as I would vouch for you” He said, letting her know that there was no shadow of a doubt in his mind about the man. “And Lazol” Ch’otok said as he turned to his old Ferengi friend, “Casela and I have a long history and I have trusted her with my life more times than I can count.”

The familiar scene of the bridge of the Opaka came into view. It wasn’t her Valkyrja but she loved that ship. And the sight of Ch’otok in his armor never failed to create a feeling of awe. He always considered himself a simple warrior and now a simple farmer. But Ch’otok may not have been high ranking, but he was elite, and the way he carried himself when he wore his armor showed that. Casela tamped down her hot headed temper and listened, very quietly. She also knew that Ch’otok wouldn’t put up with her flying off at the mouth. She’d called him so she’d better have the patience to listen. “Lazol has somehow been placed as the Chief Science Officer on the ship I’m assigned to,” she answered his question. She sent a quelling glance to Lazol. Obviously he knew her, she had the security code to contact his ship. A more appropriate question would be ‘did he trust her.’ But then she’d asked Ch’otok the same thing about him.

Ch’otok stood up and processed that he had heard Kazakor mentioned and he sighed. “Is this about Pied Piper? In the words of the Prophets you two....” He walked closer to the screen, filling more of the screen, “Casela. Lazol is the one businessman I could trust back during the time of the governor. He risked his ship and crew to help keep the village supplied and has kept working with us to this day. He has his reasons, but he donates large sums directly to the orphanage and makes sure that it’s not tracable because he doesn’t want any appreciation, he just wants the kids to have it better than he… they have it.” Ch’otok said slipping a little before he continued, “And Lazol. Casela is the closest to a patron saint of that orphanage that they have. She is their benefactor, is a primary funding source as well, and was there on the ground when the governor fell and set up the stage for a better life for those kids. She is the reason that place exists and devotes herself to keeping it safe and secure. I love and respect both of you in your own way, now get over whatever the hell is going on and work together. Whether you see it or not your missions have a very similar goal. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to not get shot out of the sky and every minute I’m on this channel the more likely they will find me through my cloak. I will let you know when I can bangwl’“

Ch’otok

There was no one she trusted more than Ch’otok when it came to Pied Piper and Caspian. If Ch’otok trusted Lazol to have their best interest at his Ferengi heart then that was good enough for her. The knife disappeared from where ever she had pulled it from. She stared at the black screen. So many questions, but ones she didn’t need answered. What she wanted to know was why he wasn’t back on Delotha by now and who was trying to shoot him out of the sky. She should never had let him go.

She turned and leaned back against her desk reappraising the DaiMon in front of her. “So you are the anonymous donor, Karra told me about.” She reached behind her for the box with the knife she’d had him acquire. She walked over and placed it on the table, reaching just far enough to hint at a bow of respect. “I was going to have Karra sell that for the orphanage. You’ll get a better price.”
Lt. Synthi-er

Lazol, though still fuming, was relieved to know that Ch’otok approved of Casela and he took a gulp as he nodded in understanding at her slight bow and upon grabbing the box he returned the bow before sitting back down. “Karra would have gotten a fine price herself. She is one of the best negotiators I have ever met.” Casela would note that he didn’t say female negotiators, but that he gave no regard to gender when it came to business. A sharp mind was just that and Lazol knew well enough not to downplay someone because of what is in their pants. He took another breath and cleared his throat as he exhaled and said, “You know this changes everything now” He said with a chuckle. “I suppose I can soften how I come across because you now know that I’m not just the heartless businessman that I want everyone to think of me as. And as for you? Well I still have no idea if anything you told me about position or desire to do business was true but I can say that I have never heard Ch’otok speak so highly of anyone before and that means a great deal more to me than I can describe.” He held out his hand and said, “I suppose this new found understanding stays within these walls? As it probably should. Please feel free to ask me any question. I will answer as best as I can for you. I owe a friend of Ch’otok at least that much.”

Lazol, CSO