Posted Sept. 21, 2021, 8:43 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) (Hjortur Ingi)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Detours - Mess Hall
Peter walked from the shuttlebay where the strange Alien was meeting with the Captain and the rest of the senior staff. The large man nodded amiably and smiled at several of the officers walking by, his unpractised smile made the other smaller officers shrink away uncomfortably but he didn’t seem to mind. He entered the nearest turbolift and his gruff baritone ordered it to head to Deck 8. On the old Viking, he’d used one of the many empty decks for his Intelligence Offices outside his official office near the Office’s and armory. After a few moments, he ordered the lift to halt “Deck 12” He said. Moments later the lift stopped and he stepped out and walked down the corridor and entered the Lounge. He inhaled deeply as he looked around, the room was sparsely populated at this time especially during a mission.He walked up to a replicator “Chicken Salad, no dressing” He hesitated “No cancel that, St Louis smoked bbq ribs, three orders” He waited for the momentary glow before grabbing the warm plate in one large hand “Bourbon, large. Circa 2375” He grabbed the glass and walked to a nearby table and sat down. Peter leaned in and sniffed at his food and once satisfied he used large hands to gently tear one rib away and started eating slowly.
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After some time the plate was filled with well-cleaned bones, all three large orders of ribs had been devoured by the large man. He used a wet cloth to wipe the sauce off his fingers, the staff had stopped working for the past… well he wasn’t sure how long it had taken him. It didn’t matter, it had been absolutely delightful. He grabbed and swirled the half-full glass of bourbon, he rarely drank and he wasn’t much for synthahol but he was still on duty, wasn’t he? He emptied the glass and walked up to the replicator and placed large hands on his hips.
He was not hungry, in fact, he was well satisfied and pleased but there was something missing. After a moment of deliberation he nodded to himself and tapped a few commands and a small wooden box materialized. He grabbed it and looked around, the lounge still only had a handful of people there but this wasn’t good for crowds. He nodded to the waiters and smiled to himself at their dumbfounded expressions, he did have the reputation of being as expressionless and emotionless as a stone. He exited 12 forward and entered the turbo-lift and ordered it to take him to Deck 9. That was close enough to his Office.
Moments later he exited the lift and walked towards the door of a Holosuite. He tapped a few times on the screen and waited for the program to start before entering. When he entered the room he opened his jacket and looked around, it was a balcony overlooking the Capitol of his home Country of Iceland. It was a mishmashed city with old historical buildings and large sleek towers and a sprawling harbor. He sat down in an armchair and opened the box and removed a large grey cigar from the box, it was a mixture of an Orion tobacco-like plant he couldn’t begin to pronounce and Earth leaves. It had been a favorite of an old friend from his Civilian days. He used a match to light it then leaned back in smiling at the view and puffing contentedly.
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