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One Of Those Days

Posted on Tue Apr 5th, 2016 @ 3:35pm by Lieutenant JG Wakeham Paul Alasia PhD & Lieutenant JG Julian Winterstorm

Mission: Anarchy among us
Location: Officer's Lounge
Timeline: TBD

Julian was in good health. He rarely got sick and it was even more rare for him to get migraines. In fact he could count such occurrences on one hand. When he did get one they could be bad. Today was one of those times.

It had all started with his meeting with Delvok. His cover, cursory as it was, had been blown, the whole situation with the mutiny on the Kelstar and the security nightmare it was creating were no doubt major contributing factors to the pain that radiated from the back of his skull, to the front, and down into his shoulders, and the sensitivity to light. Organizing security details for all senior staff wouldn't be too difficult, but getting everyone on board to use the buddy system and not go anywhere alone was not going to be an easy task and no doubt contributed as well. [OOC: contributed to what?] Not to mention the absence of Taylor, whom he realized he had pretty much already fallen for.

But now he was off duty. Well, as off duty as he would ever be, so after stopping by sickbay for some meds that dulled the pain just enough to be manageable, he made his way to the lounge. He was dressed in a pair of grey chinos and black short-sleeved tee shirt that fit rather snugly on his lithe frame.

The place was crowded which, with everything going on, didn't surprise him. He found a stool on the end of the bar, next to a bearded man he'd never seen before. After ordering himself a Rum and Coke, with real alcohol and a bacon cheeseburger with an order of onion rings, he took a sideways glance at the man beside him.

For his part, Paul was recovering from a long and strange day, his mind swimming with the details of his investigation into the Kelstar's activities. Still in his work uniform, was nursing a water, and deciding whether to order food at the bar or replicate something back in his room. It occurred to him that frequenting the officers clubs rarely helped him to make friends in the manner he hoped. He was about to leave when he noticed the small man in gray pants and a t-shirt.

"Bacon cheeseburger." Paul smiled and lifted his glass in salutation. "A man after my own heart."

Julian turned to face him more fully. He was easy on the eyes and with just a twinge of guilt he said, "I'm a growing boy, I have to keep up my strength."

At that moment the bartender returned to the pair. Paul raised his hand "May I please have the same thing this gentleman is having minus the rum?"

The bartender nodded at the order and chuckled.

"You know," Paul added gesturing to the tow of them. "Growing boys."

Paul extended his hand to the young man on his left. "Paul Alasia. I'm the new Diplomatic Officer."

Julian maintained his smile as he took the other man's hand, though his eyes narrowed slightly, "Good evening Paul, I'm Julian Winterstorm, I am the Captain's yeoman, among other things. I'd heard we were getting a new one. You actually saved me the trouble of having to track you down."

"A-ha, very serendipitous, then. So, if you were going to have to track me down does that mean that Captain uses you as a liaison to diplomatic?"

By this time his drink had arrived, he picked it up and drained half of it in one long swallow. "No, not really, but I'm little more than just PADD juggler. Hell, everyone else aboard knows by now, I suppose you should too. My real job is to watch the Captain's uh... six. And with you, I guess I'm going to have to watch yours too. Not that I'm complaining."

"Watch his six... like literally? He uses his Yeoman as a bodyguard?"

"More like he uses his bodyguard as a yeoman."

"Oh, that's interesting. Unusual." Paul took a gulp of his newly delivered cola. "So, do you have any administrative responsibilities?"

"Actually, I do, "Julian responded as he ran a finger around the rim of the drink that had been sat down in front of him, "it's not just a front. This is my first stint as a yeoman, and I'm kind of learning on the fly. But I am pretty organized, so that helps."

"What about yourself? How long have you been a diplomat. Your name sounds familiar."

"Oh, really? I guess my nonexistent fame precedes me." Paul chuckled softly. "So, how long have I been a diplomat? I guess it depends on how you define 'diplomat.' I'm actually an academic by training, so I've done a lot of research in an interstellar relations context. I worked on Bajor, Ferenginar. I worked in a thinktank that advised the Federation as to how we could improve relations with the Dominion. But, I've only actively participated in negotiations and scored treaties within the last five years or so. Diplomats are usually people with high-level family connections or aristocratic backgrounds - at least in societies where aristocracies still exist. I kinda fell backward into this job."

"Interesting. So I assume you like what your doing now better than your time in academia?"

"Yes and no. Doing this still affords me the opportunity to research, which is great. What it doesn't afford me is the opportunity to teach, so part of me feels like I'd have been better off just getting a job at a university. But maybe the bigger thing is that my general outlook seems to run me afoul of a lot of people in Starfleet. It seems like I have a tendency to piss people off just by being me, just by advocating for the things I believe in, just by reminding people what the Federation is supposed to stand for. It can be disconcerting. I didn't go to the Academy and I've only been in Starfleet - I guess it's been 3 and half years now. Maybe people like me are winnowed out if they're forced to go to the Academy. I don't know. Regardless, I haven't seemed to meet a lot of like-minded people since joining up."

The bartender appeared again this time carrying two plates with mountainous burgers dropping with melted cheese. He placed them respectively in front of the two men.

"You, sir - " Paul turned to Julian "have helped us both to make an excellent choice." Paul lifted his food and took a heaping bite. With his mouth still half full he asked "So what about you? What about taking a blast to the chest in order to save a starship Captain appealed to you?"

Julian took a bite of his own food, but chewed and swallowed it before talking again. "Well you're welcome for helping to make a good food choice. But I'm afraid we have something in common. I tend to piss people off too. I used to be a Lieutenant, on the fast track and I... I made a mistake, trusting the wrong person and got people killed because of it. I got court-martialed and I guess this is Starfleet's idea of penance."

"Sounds like there's a story there. Who was the wrong person you trusted?"

"My handler, we were...roommates back at the Academy."

"Your handler?"

"Yes, my handler, "a lot of what I did was undercover work, so I had what they call handler. Someone I reported to, who gave me my assignments. That kind of thing."

"That's awful... and kind of interesting, actually." Paul furrowed his brow in curiosity. "I would have thought, for Intel purposes, your handler would have to be someone you don't know."

"Well, he was a rising star at the time, had all the right connections, and he didn't want people to know just how well we knew each other."

"So, are you hoping to get back in the Intel game at some point or are you enjoying being detailed to the CO?"

"I'm happy for now anyway and I've found someone I like here, I want to stick around and this still safer than Intel work."

"Safer than a bodyguard, huh? I always thought of Intelligence work as kind of boring."

"It can be, "Julian agreed, but I was mostly doing infiltration and undercover work, not just sitting behind desk."

"Oh, real spy shit." Paul covered his mouth and chuckled. "Real spy stuff. Sorry. I'm supposed to carry myself with a certain amount of gravitas now."

"I have heard worse, don't worry about it. I've even said worse. Your secret is safe with me."

"Thanks. So, what have you been doing this mission? Any insights on Kelstar situation? Because if you knew who the murderer was and why they did it, that would be a huge help." Paul chuckled.

"I wish I did know, but unfortunately, I am pretty much clueless. I don't know a lot of the details, only that the CO was murdered, and when the XO took over there was something of a mutiny.

As to what am doing about it not much, at least as far as the investigation is concerned. I've basically been put in charge of keeping our crew safe. So all senior officers like yourself will be assigned a couple of bodyguard, security or marines more than likely. And all junior officers are going to have to team up, the buddy system."

"A buddy system?!" Paul enthused with a wide smile. "When do we get our buddies?"

"Well, I'd be your buddy," Julian replied with a smile, "but I'm pretty sure we don't swim on the same team. But seriously, you don't get one. You're considered a department head. I'm afraid you get your own contingent of professionals."

"Jesus, seriously? That is... inconvenient. Is there really that much of a perceived threat to individual members of the Gladiator crew or is this just security people throwing their weight around?"

"Well someone did kill the Captain of the Kelstar, and they then incited a mutiny, at least that's the working theory. So, yes there is at least a perceived threat I'm afraid you'll just have to put up with the inconvenience."

"Are we bringing people from the Kelstar aboard Gladiator or are they staying other there?"

"As far as I know, they are staying over there, but that's above my pay grade."

"Fair enough." Paul took the final bite of his burger. "I very much appreciate what you guys do but giving senior staff an escort simply because things have gone bad aboard someone else's ship seems like a strong reaction."

Julian nodded his head, "again that's not my call. I am simply a messenger."

"Yep." Paul replied absently, sipping the last bit of his soda. "Well, if you have any say at all, see if you can get one of the lazier, less effective escorts assigned to me, yeah?"

"And have a passive aggressive Vulcan Marine chew my ass if something happens to you? I don't think so."

"Ok..." Paul sighed. "This detail's going to be a pain in the ass" He mumbled to himself. He brightened as he stood from his stool, and extended his hand. "It was a pleasure to meet you though, Julian."

"And a pleasure to meet you as well Paul. I am sure I will see you around."

 

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