Posted by Lazol (Chief Science Officer) in Symbols of Family
Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Symbols of Family
Casela had sent the request for Lazol to come speak to her the day before. All in very round about ways of course. She was conscious of Lazol’s desire to maintain his façade, and she respected that he be allowed to decide when and if to dispose of it.
Today she was lounging on the couch, having moved there before Ryder or Gen left. She’d gotten quite a talking to after being caught at the computer, talking to Octavia, her first day out of sickbay. She was, currently, laying back after having sat up for some time. But she absolutely was not going to have anyone come see her while she sat in bed. She fiddled with the bracelet on her arm. She hadn’t worn it in a very long time, but now, for whatever reason, Casela was feeling extremely sentimental. It was a family piece that she’d gotten when she was very very young, and it had been added to over the years. Her life had changed drastically in the preceding months and contrary to her normal behavior she was feeling…off. She shrugged it off as a result of Knox’s work and the subsequent unburied memories. But giving herself more grace than normal, Casela decided she was going to go ahead with her idea, and had contacted Lazol. When the chime rang she called out for him to enter. “Come in Lazol, forgive my ability to get up, but please help yourself.” She waved toward the replicator and the small bar that was situated near by.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS
Lazol entered the room with conviction, the squat old man had grown to appreciate the counselor and knew that if she were to call on him it would be something more serious than a whim or to complain about yet another NE who had been ‘traumatized’ but his work. He nodded and let a light smile hint at the corner of his lips as he said, “Comfortable I take it? This is the first time I think I’ve seen you actually trying to relax. Shall I replicate some grapes and feed them to you?” Lazol was being about as tongue in cheek as possible but given that they had a growing mutual trust he had hoped the humor would not be lost. He indeed made his way to the replicator and made an order. Swirling into existence was a slice of spore pie and indeed a bunch of purple grapes.
“So what can I do for you Casela?” Lazol asked, sincerity in his voice as he took a seat.
From her spot on the couch she glared towards him. Not at him but just in general. Everyone was acting like she was made of porcelain and would break. Of course they probably were not wrong. “Though I appreciate the grapes it would not be wise to allow yourself to be close enough to feed them to me Lazol. You might lose a finger or three.” She wouldn’t do it intentionally, but her nerves were shot and she found she was reacting to things only seen in resurfaced memories. She grinned though, “Ah I do believe that our original business arrangement did call for me to be pampered and lavished, as befitting a woman of my unique tastes.” Being around Lazol was refreshing. Under normal circumstances she could never read him, so with her mind amok and the telepathic inhibitor she couldn’t read anyone or anything. Which was normal, because she always kept a firm wall up, but without the inhibitor she finally knew what a super sensitive telepath went through.
Casela was not one to beat about the bush and so got right to the point. She carefully removed the bracelet that wrapped around her arm. “Here, but don’t touch the clasp. This is precious to me, Lazol. I could ask the engineers here to make it, but I want discretion. I don’t want it in anyone’s files, I want no record of this. I am willing to pay in bars, not slips, for it. The clasp is programed to my biometrics, and can hold up to three other patterns. If the clasp is opened by any non-synced bio metric it will detonate. The rope is Andorian silk, the strongest and most precious cloth to be found. Intertwined is a tritanium and platinum braided wire. The clasp also holds a subspace tracking device. There are other surprises in it but those are the important ones.” She let him play with it for a bit, examine it.
“There are only 6 of these ever made. I want two more, made to my specifications. I will pay for your silence. Your technical expertise is only rivaled by your scientific accomplishments. I am even willing to allow a 3rd to be made for your brother.”
Lt Synthi-er, CNS
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