Posted Nov. 11, 2022, 9:52 a.m. by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Civilian Zerbo (Colonial Finance Minister) in Zerbo in the Galaxy Trade Tower (Open to anyone)
Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Zerbo in the Galaxy Trade Tower (Open to anyone)
Posted by Civilian Zerbo (Colonial Finance Minister) in Zerbo in the Galaxy Trade Tower (Open to anyone)
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He bowed back. “Likewise. Do I call you Governor or Captain?” While she answered he motioned for a nice seat for her at the conference table while he went to the bar. “Can I get you anything to drink ma’am?”
Zerbo Colonial Finance Minister
“Actually, just some water if you don’t mind, I’m on the go a lot today.” That and if she had a drink at every meet ‘n greet she did, she’s be plastered for a month!
“Water it shall be.” He fixed his drink and poured her a nice glass of water and brought them over to the table. He put hers right in front of her and then placed his on side where his special chair was. He climbed into his chair and pressed a button and it rose up to be at her level. He was small and fat and regular chairs were hard to get into.
Eela moved over to the table and sat down, resting her folded hands on the table. “Outside of the Starfleet Complex, I prefer not to use Captain, though it’s a hard habit for people to break and I’ll accept it. But I would prefer Lieutenant Governor. Ma’am covers it all when formality is expected,” she said, her hazel eyes studying Zerbo intently.
~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.
“Well Lieutenant Governor. I shall call you madam from now on unless I need to refer to you by title. Then it will be Lieutenant Governor. I use madam because I cannot do contractions. You may do the same with me but replace madam with Zerbo and Lieutenant Governor with Minister of Finance.” He took a sip of his bourbon and sat the crystal glass back down. “Now what can I do for you madam?”
Zerbo
“Nothing more than perhaps give me an overview of the things your ministry is dealing wit,” Dasca said. “I’ve been very adamant that I wanted to meet personally with each cabinet member as I believe it to be important to everyone building a solid working relationship. The colony is growing quickly and there are a lot of moving parts. I can sit in my office and read report after report but that’s boring,” she said, flashing him a smile. “I’d rather hear you own take on matters.”
~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.
“A wise choice. I have been taking care of the overall purchases and making sure that we get the best contracts for the jobs of this colony. That does not necessarily mean the cheapest contractors, but the best ones for the job. I just approved a satellite thing for the Marines. I have only been at the job for a month.”
He took another sip of his drink and looked at her for a bit. “I will be upfront with you Lieutenant Governor and address the Klingon in the room so to speak.” He took a deep breath and continued. “I have a past. I was not a pleasant being to be around. I have changed and am still changing. I will most likely be paying for my past behavior for the remainder of my life. Despite my vast fortune, this will be a debt that I will never be able to pay.” He took another drink.
Eela nodded slowly, listening intently. She might not be able to read his emotions as a Ferengi, but she could read body language, tone and word choice. They told her things that her training and experience then could evaluate.
“The Governor gave me a chance. Am ultimatum really. But still a chance. I am not only trying my best but doing my best. But I am still lonely. Not sexually but I don’t have any friends and have been alone for a month now. In fact we almost did not have this meeting. I was prepared to jump out that window right there.” He pointed to the window in front of her. “Until an impromptu visit from that Marine General that you passed on your way in here. He gave me a renewed vigor to live and to improve myself. He may never know that he saved my life but he did.” He took another breath.
“I say all of that to let you know I am here for the long haul and will use my vast experience of making money and deals to improve this great colony of ours.” He took and drink and them motioned to her to let her know he was finally finished.
Zerbo
Dasca rested her arm on the edge of the desk, gazing at him intently. At length, she nodded, entirely unhurried in the forming of her thoughts. “I am glad you are finding positive things that can help you move forward. Sometimes we just have to find that tiny impetus that propels us in a better direction. It’s something I know very well myself,” she said, a soft smile gracing her face. “We’ll both have to do our best to put ourselves in social situations then, yes? After all, sometimes you have to go to where the people are, rather than wait for them to come to you.” She had to admit that she was surprised at how deeply personal the conversation had turned already, but she was never one to turn away from someone’s genuine bid for connection.
~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.
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