#6 Here and there

Posted on Wed Jun 22nd, 2022 @ 6:38am by Captain Rogue Green {Meji}

Mission: A Patrol and Supply mission

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Green had been a busy little bee with catching up on all her XO duties. One thing about Kelliza was that she was efficient, which was to be expected from a Symbiont who had commanded their own starship at one time. Departments not slotted with a department head were now hers to run, as per the duty of the XO, so she had to skim through messages for each and acknowledge those that needed it. Her screen gave a light bleep and she saw a Security report waiting so she opened it and read the contents, grinning to herself as she finished. "The right people in the right positions makes all the difference," she said out loud to herself. "Oh, great," Ro continued as she stood up from her desk and stretched. "Now you're talking to yourself, Commander. Might be time to go see the Counselor. And, the Counselor will need more counseling." She giggled to herself and smoothed out her uniform. Female Starfleet personnel got to wear the form fitting jumpsuit style uniform, where as the males tended to go with the two oiece trousers and tunic. As always she had on her utility belt simply to carry her saber, but she hooked a tricorder to it on the other hip to balance out the look. Over the past few days she and Zenni had spent a great amount of time together, both learning from each other as much as Zenni learned from Rogue.

With Rogue it came down to a simple decision. Since the Meji were newly formed and not even recognized yet, then it was logical that she would include Zenni's moral characteristics into those of the Order. With each new sentient there would be amendments and changes to accomadate all who desired entry. The screening would be intense, for the wrong sort could spell doom for a great many innocents if unleashed on the galaxy with evil intent. Green had been forthcoming about her use of the dark side and how she had reveled in the power her anger invoked. But, afterwords she felt guilt over what she had done and would meditate on all that had transpired, to learn from it and prevent it in the future. Every life she took was a stain upon her spirit. In time it will fade but it can never be washed completely away. So, seeing as how they were arriving at Tython Green left her office on Deck Two and returned to the Bridge.

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Down below on the planet Tython, in the colony city of Calikori, Mayor Lucas Jones was standing in his office, his back to the door as he looked out the window and out over Central Park. He could see the people milling about their day, some at the ice skating rink, which thanks to modern technology stayed frozen even in the heat. Lucas had his arms crossed over his chest with one hand up playing with his face as he watched, seeing children playing in the park and crashing into each other in tag or something. He quietly chuckled to himself as he could see them all laying about laughing. Life in Cali was good and he intended to keep it that way even if it meant asking the Federation for help. He heard the door open behind him. A door with an actual lever handle. So, he spun and dropped his arms to face whoever was entering. Today he was casual in faded jeans and button up denim shirt, faded blue. His feet wore cowboy boots with a hiking tread and squared toes and tan in color. He saw his assistant enter, a Caitian by the name of Rasha. Even being very feline in appearance the Caitians were anatomically correct like any other humanoid, and quite attractive on both sides. The tail waving around behind her only added to the allure. "What is it, Rasha?" He asked in a deep voice, his tone commanding respect without demanding it since it was always friendly and trusting with a southern gentleman's drawl.

"It's Starfleet, Sir," said Rasha, informing her boss. "Our cloaked sensor grid did it's job. They are achieving standard orbit directly over the city."

Lucas unbuckled his belt and unzipped to tuck his shirt in, nothing Rasha hadn't seen him do before. Getting tucked and buckled back up he then grabbed his gunrig from the hat rack and strapped it on, buckling it down at the thigh in a tactical holster. He put on the suede leather short coat with the Marshal badge on the left breast and topped it all off with a suede leather cowboy hat with a concha hat band. Yep, one look said this man was, originally, from Texas. "Alright, I'll head over to the pavilion. Have them beam in there and have a few of my deputies present. We'll use Dotty's." It was an upscale eatery and pub with a nice parmacrete dock built for going out on the lake. Attached to the pub was Dotty's Hotel since there were many freighter crews that came and stayed when delivering supplies. And Dotty believed in nice things so the Hotel was very upscale and very steampunk in style.

"Okay, Mayor. I'll head over after I finish."

"See ya then," said Jones as he stepped into the turbolift and headed for the lobby.

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