#6 Familiar

Posted on Fri Jan 14th, 2022 @ 8:13pm by Taavis {SF Capt. Ret.} {S.S. Harbinger}

Mission: Character Development
Location: Starbase Mercury
Timeline: current

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Holding a tricorder in hand Taavis casually sidestepped on occasion as she scanned each cargo container. She wore her powder blue catsuit adorned with all the necessary Starfleet regalia. In 'uniform' the often stoic Vulcan/Romulan officer scanned a container's data plate. Doing so provided for the contents within. So far she had scanned in 3,000 units of yamok sauce, 3,000 units of grapok sauce, and 3,000 bottles of kali-fal. Kali-fal? Taavis rescanned the plate and it came up the same. Kali-fal was the next step down from Romulan Ale, and still legal within Federation borders. Where the ale was just that, an ale, the kali-fal was a Romulan equivalent to Earth Brandy.

Over on the other side of the cargo compartment, and thinking they were safe from prying ears, the two Security officers aiding her were talking low and whispering amongst themselves. They had been discussing their most recent female conquests, not being overtly disgusting when telling each other about it. Making her way quietly to their side of the compartment Taavis had to take several twists and turns in the walkways allowed by the number of cargo containers in the room.

"Are you two finished," asked taavis, having come around and approaching from behind them. Both men, Humans, stood up straighter and spun around as she continued speaking. "Thank you for airing your sexual exploits."

Both men stammered for a few moments before getting themselves under control. Ensign Braddock responded. "You could hear us? We were across the room."

"Never underestimate Vulcanoid hearing, Ensign." Taavis almost grinned. Almost. "Can either of you explain to me why we have sauces for both Klingons and Cardassians, and enough Romulan alcohol to get the Federation Council drunk, sitting in our cargo hold?"

Braddock gave a shrug. "Mister Silk said it wasn't against the rules, so he ordered in bulk."

"Mister Silk?" That caught Taavis's attention, and she recognized the surname. "This Mister Silk you know wouldn't happen to be named Sean Silk, would he?"

The other, quiet Ensign finally looked at his friend with a defeated stance. "Holy shit, she knows everything!"

"Jensen, shut up. Let me handle this." Said Braddock. He then looked at Taavis. "Yes, that's his name. New merchant in town, looking to set up several businesses. Said it would come in handy."

Taavis let her stoic demeanor subside somewhat. "I'm sure he did." She saw the two men share a look, and glad that her interest had shifted from them to this guy Silk. "Has he been granted quarters?"

"Yes, Commander," answered Braddock. "He has purchased two VIP suites, with a connecting door. Apparently, he likes his space." He tapped his own tricorder a few times. "There, his quarters have been sent to you."

Taavis eyed the data, content with what she had. The Bohr was out seeing to a freight issue. Maybe Silk could aid, or at least shed some light on the problem. "Carry on, here. Everything in our cargo gets scanned. If there is an issue, you check it manually. Good evening, gentlemen." After saying her last piece Taavis exited this particular cargo bay and began to make her way across the station.

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