Posted April 15, 2021, 12:43 a.m. by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) (Catt Bennett)
Posted by Commander Stark Nightstalker (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Holodeck 3 (tag: Stark)
Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Holodeck 3 (tag: Stark)
Posted by Commander Stark Nightstalker (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Holodeck 3 (tag: Stark)
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Marishka sighed as she entered the lift glad to be alone for a few seconds.“Computer, stop.”
=^=Commander Stark. I’m sorry to interrupt your day but, if you’re not busy within the next hour, I find myself in desperate need of a dance partner. A meeting at The Parthenon will suffice if that’s all the time you can give me.=^= she said calmly before allowing the computer to resume.
Marishka was going to have answers one way or another.
- Marishka
Seconds later there was a light thud from above and Stark popped down through the emergency hatch of the lift. He had obviously exerted himself recently but was also obviously pleased with his response time as well.
“I was in the neighbourhood” he said depreciatingly, “This ship’s Jeffrey’s tubes are testing my memory but I think I’ve got everything set up the way I had it on the old ship, anyway, enough of my day, you sound a little…” he thought for the right word, “I’m stuck between peeved and pensive, help me out.”
Stark Nightstalker CIO
If anything could have put a smile on Marishka’s face at that moment, it was Stark’s beautiful entrance. She might have even hugged him but didn’t know how he felt about such things.
“Bravo. I need information and it would probably look better if I just asked you for it than try to get it myself. The lift is going to The Parthenon. Would you rather go somewhere else?”
- Marishka
He bowed with a little flourish his eyes twinkling. “I’m at your disposal, The Parthenon will be just fine”.
Stark Nightstalker CIO
OOC for the record Stark would never initiate a hug but essentially if he trusts you to have his back in battle, which he does, he’d be ok with being hugged. Stark Lore, Pg 15, paragraph 3 :-) Sorry for the slow reply, heck of a week.The lift stopped at the Parthenon and Marishka preceded Stark out. She waved Ted down and requested a pitcher of hot tea be brought to her office and whatever Stark wanted.
Stark asked for his usual warm milk topped with nutmeg.
“If you’ll accompany me Commander, I don’t feel like a snake anymore.” she said making her way briskly towards her office.
Her staff was aware of the fact that not very many people were invited into the inner sanctum so, whatever went down with LtCdr Hammor, they surmised it must have been big.
Stepping into her office she offered Stark a comfortable chair or couch before slipping behind the holo-wall to change clothes.
Stepping back out, she sat down.
“So, what do you know about Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor?”
OOC: No worries, I’ve had those weeks.
- Marishka
Stark shifted his position where he had all but curled up in the nice chair and was struggling mightily with the urge to put some scratch marks in it.
“My contacts have come up with little beyond the already known. Toughened through the slave markets but surprisingly used his brain more than his brawn to get ahead. Touch of controlling and OCD which isn’t surprising considering and I’ll bet my fur he has connections with the Syndicate although the jury is out on whether we worked with them or against and what his standing is now”.
He paused and took in her demeanor in full. “The tension between you hasn’t escaped my notice and that the both of you are keeping score points. Tell me what you’re thinking, I can offer sympathy, advice, or both”.
Stark Nightstalker CIO
Marishka sat down and poured a cup of tea topped of with a bit of whiskey. She felt much more comfortable in her Grecian garb which she had grown surprisingly fond of.
“I’m thinking that there’s a lot you don’t know about me right now or, maybe, you’d surprise me. I would have been very content with him being here if it didn’t look like he was making it his personal business to tear everything I’ve built here apart. I’d like to know if he came by this position honestly or if somebody pulled strings for him.”
She paused and downed the hot liquid, one hand reaching up to idly play with the opal hanging at her neck.
“If he’s here because of me, you won’t find that out through Star Fleet channels and I can’t reach out to find out for myself.”
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