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Start Log
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=/\= Promenade - Security Office =/\=
Rowan sat next to Constantine in front a small screen. Brian had gotten a Lassie Movie and had sat down next Rowan, who still scooted closer to Con. She took a bite of her hot dog that was covered with onions and ketchup and smiled up at Con as she chewed. AS the movie began Rowan took another bite of her hot dog and one of the other guards had joined in watching the movie.
"I haven't seen this one yet," stated Joe. "Have you made the popcorn?"
Leaning a bit more toward Con, "Popcorn," Rowan asked.
Con handed over a bowl and said "Yes here, its a snack food made from a staple food crop on Earth. It's tasty, try some?" Con knew he had to earn some trust with Rowan before questioning her.
Rowan stuck her hand in the bowl and then pulled it out empty, "Its greasy..... b..but it smells good." She bit her lip and looked at the dog on the small screen.
"Sounds like you're talking about a KFC." Con held up his free hand to forestall another question. "I'll explain what that is later."
Joe asked "What about drinks? Want a soda or a float?"
Rowan blinked at Joe, looked at Brian for a couple of seconds before turning her gaze to Constantine. "Float?" {I hope that's the right answer.} She put her hand back in the put corn bowl and pulled out a couple of pieces. She examined them carefully before putting them in her mouth. "Its salty and there's butter on it." The screen seemed to bark at her and her gaze fell back to the screen.
"Orange soda for me Joe." Con replied then refocused his attention on Rowan "You know I originally came here to work construction on this station. I guess I must have liked it as I've been here almost twenty years. So what about you ? What brings you to our station?"
"Momma is sick .... really sick," Rowan said and took another bite of hot dog.
"Do you think we should feed her a fruit or vegetable," Brian asked as Joe returned with drinks.
"Sick how?" Con asked.
"In bed... how's come you didn't say a k...ka...nine was a dog," Rowan asked and then added, "they watch the sheep."
"I didn't want you to think I was feeding you Lassie. Where is your momma?" Con asked with concern.
"At home," Rowan answered. Taking a sip of the float she was confused for a second. {Creamy and fizzy and.... good.}
There was a loud knocking on the door that seemed to startle them for a moment. Outside the door a tall lanky grey haired man stood with one hand impatiently on his waist as the other checked the chronometer on his wrist. His name was Constable Nerso, and he was in charge of Promenade Security on UNITY long before the Federation turned her over to the First Taskforce. He was one of the first settlers on Aeran III, having moved there a little under 150 years ago, back when it was a small farming settlement. He advocated for the building of the station to improve the colony's economy, and spent his time since it's construction as it's Chief of Promenade Security.
Now, however, the old hermit El-Aurian was checking up on one of his officers who didn't report in after his patrol. Normally it wouldn't be a big deal, but after the assassination of some Starfleet big wig Nerso had been forced to step up Security Protocol. Constantine would know this, he'd been around long enough.
Con had to suppress a wince when he noticed his boss standing in the doorway. He wasn't the type who particularly liked being out of the loop for very long...which was more than likely why he was the Chief.
Rowan's eyes were large as show looked over the new comer who had made the room seem very small and quiet. She swallowed the last bit of her hot dog as she leaned in toward Constantine and whispered, "Scary."
"Tell me about it, that's my boss. Watch the movie with Joe for a minute whilst I go over there and talk to him. I'll be right back." Con said quietly back before getting up, patting her on the head and walking over to his boss.
Rowan sat next to Constantine in front a small screen. Brian had gotten a Lassie Movie and had sat down next Rowan, who still scooted closer to Con. She took a bite of her hot dog that was covered with onions and ketchup and smiled up at Con as she chewed. AS the movie began Rowan took another bite of her hot dog and one of the other guards had joined in watching the movie.
"I haven't seen this one yet," stated Joe. "Have you made the popcorn?"
Leaning a bit more toward Con, "Popcorn," Rowan asked.
Con handed over a bowl and said "Yes here, its a snack food made from a staple food crop on Earth. It's tasty, try some?" Con knew he had to earn some trust with Rowan before questioning her.
Rowan stuck her hand in the bowl and then pulled it out empty, "Its greasy..... b..but it smells good." She bit her lip and looked at the dog on the small screen.
"Sounds like you're talking about a KFC." Con held up his free hand to forestall another question. "I'll explain what that is later."
Joe asked "What about drinks? Want a soda or a float?"
Rowan blinked at Joe, looked at Brian for a couple of seconds before turning her gaze to Constantine. "Float?" {I hope that's the right answer.} She put her hand back in the put corn bowl and pulled out a couple of pieces. She examined them carefully before putting them in her mouth. "Its salty and there's butter on it." The screen seemed to bark at her and her gaze fell back to the screen.
"Orange soda for me Joe." Con replied then refocused his attention on Rowan "You know I originally came here to work construction on this station. I guess I must have liked it as I've been here almost twenty years. So what about you ? What brings you to our station?"
"Momma is sick .... really sick," Rowan said and took another bite of hot dog.
"Do you think we should feed her a fruit or vegetable," Brian asked as Joe returned with drinks.
"Sick how?" Con asked.
"In bed... how's come you didn't say a k...ka...nine was a dog," Rowan asked and then added, "they watch the sheep."
"I didn't want you to think I was feeding you Lassie. Where is your momma?" Con asked with concern.
"At home," Rowan answered. Taking a sip of the float she was confused for a second. {Creamy and fizzy and.... good.}
There was a loud knocking on the door that seemed to startle them for a moment. Outside the door a tall lanky grey haired man stood with one hand impatiently on his waist as the other checked the chronometer on his wrist. His name was Constable Nerso, and he was in charge of Promenade Security on UNITY long before the Federation turned her over to the First Taskforce. He was one of the first settlers on Aeran III, having moved there a little under 150 years ago, back when it was a small farming settlement. He advocated for the building of the station to improve the colony's economy, and spent his time since it's construction as it's Chief of Promenade Security.
Now, however, the old hermit El-Aurian was checking up on one of his officers who didn't report in after his patrol. Normally it wouldn't be a big deal, but after the assassination of some Starfleet big wig Nerso had been forced to step up Security Protocol. Constantine would know this, he'd been around long enough.
Con had to suppress a wince when he noticed his boss standing in the doorway. He wasn't the type who particularly liked being out of the loop for very long...which was more than likely why he was the Chief.
Rowan's eyes were large as show looked over the new comer who had made the room seem very small and quiet. She swallowed the last bit of her hot dog as she leaned in toward Constantine and whispered, "Scary."
"Tell me about it, that's my boss. Watch the movie with Joe for a minute whilst I go over there and talk to him. I'll be right back." Con said quietly back before getting up, patting her on the head and walking over to his boss.
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End of Part 1
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Rowan (NPC Jass)
Lost Child
Constantine (NPC Ixus)
Promenade Security
SB 234: Unity
Constable Nerso (NPC Rojac)
Chief of Promenade Security
SB 234: Unity
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