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Main Sim - Officer's Mess

Posted Sept. 19, 2021, 12:56 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade T'Lara (Chief of Security) (Matt Bongiorno)

Posted by Commander Shedda Mal’athar (Executive Officer) in Main Sim - Officer’s Mess

Posted by Civilian Char’les Harv (Officer’s Mess Chef) in Main Sim - Officer’s Mess

Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) in Main Sim - Officer’s Mess
Posted by… suppressed (5) by the Post Ghost! 👻

Revna took the lift from the bridge down to deck 4 and inspected the rooms she had assigned for the Trabe and Kazon delegations - Deck 4 section D rooms 421 and 422 for the Trabe and Deck 4 section M rooms 497 and 498 for the Kazon. There was the matter of the rescued survivors, but they would be in sickbay for awhile and she could arrange for their accommodations after. Revna made a mental note to check with Cochrane before she did so. They had been ordered 5 representatives each so she would want to double check with him before she gave them rooms close to the official delegation or if they would attempt to have them returned to one of the remaining ships. If that was even a possibility at this point.

Then it was up to deck 3 and she made her way into the Officer’s mess and moved back towards the kitchen and poked her head in. “Hey Chef Harv, you around?”

McKenzie, DA

The familiar voice came from the kitchen door, which was propped open and a delightfully sweet and herbal scent was wafting forth from. “No. I’m on Delta IV getting massaged by beautiful women. Where else would I be?”

Chef Harv

Revna laughed, “Yeah? Got any strapping men there on Delta IV for me?” Of course if they were all clones of Mike that would be awesome and she laughed at herself.
Revna walked into the kitchen inhaling the herbal scent and sighed happily. “That smells amazing. Anyway, Cpt. Cochrane sent me down to have you prepare the Officer’s Mess for the delegations of Trabe and Kazon coming on board. I have to meet him in two hours when they come aboard, but I’m happy to help out if you need it.”

McKenzie, DA

“You’re married. I’m gonna tell your husband.” he said flatly. Tha Bajoran was busy pulling some kind of pastry from the oven: decadently spiraled rolls with cinnamon, sugar, and some kind of heady herbal topping. “Kazon and Trabe, eh?” he said as he set them aside to cool. Wiping his hands on a towel, he looked at the new Diplomatic Attaché. “He knows those two hate each other… right? As in ‘Kill On Sight No Matter What’ hate?”

Harv

“Oh if you will tell him that, he’ll steal a shuttle and show up here, and nothing would make me happier,” Revna chuckled. “I’m certain Cpt Cochrane is aware. We just discussed it at length as we watched them pulverize each other. We responded to a distress call and right now he’s making them behave. The Kazon don’t take to female authority figures, so I hope he knows what he’s doing because I’m not sure I’ll be of much help.” It was a rhetorical comment, Revna had no doubt that Cochrane knew exactly what he was doing. But Revna doubted that the talks would go smoothly.

McKenzie

Harv shook his head and mumbled something about preferring Syndicate Underbosses, but then said “Okay… what do you need from me? Other than disruptor pistols taped the underside of the tables?”

Harv

“Cpt Cochrane just said to get it ready for a delegation. So I would assume if you know of any dishes that would be familiar to both sides. I am sadly lacking in my knowledge of local cuisine. And maybe,” Revna looked out at the dinning area. “Care if I move stuff around? I don’t like the idea of one table, where they are close enough to grab each other, or separate tables so they can ignore each other either. I’m thinking a square configuration, same table, opposite ends.”

McKenzie

“U shape. Kazon on one side, Trabe on the other, you guys in the middle. That way they can’t jump across the table or keep things hidden underneath it.” and he looked at her.

“What? You think this is my first time catering hostile parties?” and he laughed. “I’ll set it up. But get that new Security Chief in here. I want her take on it, too.”

Harv

Revna shook her head, “Nope, just wondering if you would purposely make some biscuits that are like bricks and leave them by my plate. I can use them as projectiles.” She grinned and then nodded, “No problem.”

=/\=McKenzie to Lt T’Lara. Chef Harv and I could use your expert opinion down in the officer’s mess for securing the area of the oncoming delegates.=/\=

Revna looked back at Harv, “What else can I do?”

McKenzie, DA

Harv looked at her, in total seriousness, and said “Start your plan on dealing with the fallout when this goes sideways…” and he walked into the kitchen.

Harv, Chef

Revna looked at him dead serious, “That’s why I asked for the fake biscuits. Cochrane told them no weapons, and it would be in bad form for me to show up armed.” Revna moved back towards the dinning area, “Thanks, Harv.” Revna moved over toward a table and sat, pulling the PaDD out of her pocket. She would work with what information she had until T’Lara got there. Revna wanted to hear what she had to say.

McKenzie, DA

T’Lara perked an eyebrow while she listened to McKenzie’s Comm and responded with a firm tone of voice.
=/\= I will be there momentarily. =/\=
She then put the final touches on her daily security report and began her journey towards the officer’s mess to provide her ‘expert’ opinion on something.

-T’Lara, CoS

=^=Thank you, Lt.=^= Revna closed the com and stared around at the mess. What she wouldn’t give for 20 shield-maidens, just in case. A basic honor guard, trained in hand to hand, obviously. She really liked her Harv’s idea for disruptor pistols taped underneath the table. She sighed, violence was not her usual go to, and not her job either, but Revna was realistic. There was no record of any attempts to negotiate between the Trane and Jason since Cot Janeway’s attempt. Repirations were needed but getting there would be a long road.

McKenzie, DA

Bump

The entry doors swished open and T’Lara entered the Officers Mess. Her green eyes scanned the room for Revna and then approached her walking in a professional manner. To other species they would probably think that she was literally uptight by the way she walked and needed to relax. She stood there making direct eye contact with Revna and tilted her head slightly, “Greetings, what did you need my expert opinion on?” Her expression was calm and it was clear that T’Lara was invested in assisting Revna with whatever inquiry she was had for her to resolve at the time. She held her hands behind back and stood with excellent posture as she waited. T’Lara definitely had other tasks to accomplish that day, but remained patient. It was something that she had to constantly be when working with different species.

  • Lt. j.g. T’Lara, CoS

Revna looked up. Ah Vulcan’s so wonderfully formally polite! The warm smile she greeted T’Lara with may be lost on her or not. Revna wasn’t familiar enough with her to know either way. But Revna had yet to meet a species she didn’t like. Wary of, yes, but not outright dislike. And she liked Vulcans. That’s one reason they sent her to work with Ambassador S’Tek. “Thank you Lt. Chef Harv and I were discussing arrangements for the delegates. We are thinking a u shape for the tables. Trabe and Kazon on opposite sides, the captain and whomever else he chooses at the head middle table. But we would like your input as far as security measures.” Then she got up and walked over the door to the kitchen. “Hey Chef Harv. Security chief is here. What questions comments concerns do you have for her?”

McKenzie, DA

The Bajoran chef stuck his head out of the kitchen and said “You know the Kazons and Trabe, L-T?”

Chef Harv

=^=Mal’athar to security. I need two teams to report immediately. One to the shuttle bay and the other to transporter room one.=^=

=^=Mal’athar to McKenzie and T’Lara, our guests are arriving.=^=

Mal’athar, XO

T’Lara peaked a brow appearing to be interested and focused on Mckenzie’s question in regards to the table set up along with what security measures would be most effective in their current predicament. She was about to respond, but paused as she observed Mckenzie move on to ask Chef Harv to ask her a second question. She thought about the fact that humans can be all over the place at times in regards to these types of issues and should preferably be more relaxed. She preferred to have one legitimate question at a time. T’Lara had a soft sigh as she listened to Chef Harv’s question and then heard Commander Mal’athar on the intercom as well. She was visibly un-phased by being pulled along in three different directions being unreadable emotionally as acknowledged her Executive Officers orders, since her sense of duty always came first.

=^= Acknowledged Commander. In addition to that, I will post two security officers outside of the Officers Mess Hall to ensure that every potential scenario is covered effectively. =^=

T’Lara then pressed her communications badge once again demonstrating her high sense of urgency to fulfill her orders immediately as requested.

=^= Ensign Gruver form a security team at transporter room one. Ensign Marshall place a security team at the shuttle bay. Ensigns Black and Rudd report to the Officer’s Mess Hall to provide a security detail effective immediately.=^=

Every member of the security team that T’Lara had reached out to responded almost instantaneously, the young Vulcan ran a tight department that was clearly evident in this case. She then fixed her gaze on Mckenzie, “The security measures that I just put in place are strategically logical in addressing this predicament. Your table set up is acceptable for the event.” Her head shifted to the door way where Chef Harv was in response, “Yes, I have an understanding of both species.” T’Lara answered their questions as they were simple enough to her and then politely paused as she awaited any further inquiries or concerns from Mckenzie or Chef Harv.

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