Posted Jan. 13, 2021, 5 p.m. by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) (Jennifer Ward)
‘Juliet’ The name bounced around in Casela’s head, back and forth and up and down and round and round. Juliet Anders WAS her cousin, Juliet Arur. She was guarded and she had secrets, and Casela could respect that. And as far as she could she didn’t want to pry. But it was her job to judge the intentions of the crew, and given her unique talents, skills, and position within Star Fleet, (okay that made it sound like she was important, but being a S31 operative did give her some unique ways of finding out information) she could find out a lot. But that wasn’t her job exactly. That was Remington’s job and Cobb had said to let him handle the background checking on Juliet.
Casela sighed, she HATED leaving the work to someone else, to rely on someone else. But there was personal information she wanted that wasn’t covered by Juliet’s Star Fleet record. If she was there, after someone, herself or otherwise, then Remington would find out. He was good even though he was relatively ‘young’ experience wise, officially anyway. And Casela knew how much that ‘unofficial’ experience was really worth.
With a press of a button she locked her office up tight and unable to be monitored by prying eyes. She sat down at her desk and after entering a secure encryption code…and she laughed because these codes were unknown to anyone on the ship or the Federation, except for those they were intended for. And it drove the other ‘sneaks’ on board crazy. She sent a message and waited to connect. She smiled as a familiar face appeared, reminding her of simpler days, despite the gruelling nature of the work. “I found her, or she found me–Juliet.” There were scare minutes that the situation was described and questions and conjectures given and made. “She doesn’t go by Juliet Arur anymore, but Juliet Anders, security officer. She’s listed as human with blue eyes. Juliet was born with the traditional all black Betazoid eyes. I’m not concerned with her official record. I want to know where she was all those years and what happened to her.”
“And you want me to do what, girl?” Casela grinned at the half Klingon. “You? Nothing. T’Jal I was hoping would run a records check.”
“You’ve got the skills, I taught you, you do it.” Casela shook her head. “I can’t. I can’t risk drawing undo attention to the ship. I’ve done that enough, T’Jal knows, I briefed her about it. If she can’t or she won’t, then she can tell me.” Her voice was a little too hard and rude for the half-Klingon’s taste and she raised a brow at Casela. She knew, the next time those two met, she’d be in for a sparing session that would make Mad Man look like a bubble bath. The screen went blank.
A few days later, Casela received the encrypted response. Once she had a free moment, office locked up tight again, she accepted the message, entered the encryption key and began to read.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS
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