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PostSubject: Marlo/Some rich kid - Shore Leave   Sun May 06, 2012 10:35 pm

|| Idriis, Spaceport
|| Boardwalk Cafe
|| 0807

Idriis had long been an R&R stopover for ship's crews, and so had ample arrangements for recreation throughout the capital city and the planet as a whole. Still, there were plenty of options immediately adjacent to the spaceport for those less inclined to walk too far from their ships. A line of cafes, eateries, and other reasonably classy establishments dotted the walkways of this sector, expensive both because of their proximity to the spaceport and their luxurious views of the beach.

It was morning, and so there was less pedestrian traffic than usual along the walkway's shops and eateries. It was not crowded enough that the noise prevented civilized conversation, but populated enough that such a conversation could still occur with some privacy. One well-appointed cafe featured a few couples engaged in some early morning negotiations, though what exactly they negotiated was anyone's guess.

At one of the cafe's outdoor tables lounged a handsome looking man, his clothes fashionable and his hair roguishly tousled. Most took him to be some rich playboy wandering the galaxy a while before settling down, and his appearance and attitude suggested he did little to discourage such an evaluation. And, true to form, with an avaricious gleam his eyes locked onto the sight of a statuesque Bajoran officer making her way down the boardwalk.

"Hey there, Red!" he called out with a hint of intoxicated confidence, and no wonder given the empty glasses on the table before him, in apparent defiance of the early hour. Or perhaps it was late, for him.

"On shore leave, eh? How 'bout you let me buy you a drink and we make it a memorable one? Or one that you can't remember, those are always the best, amiright?" he offered, lounging in his chair and gesturing to the empty seat next to him suggestively.
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PostSubject: Re: Marlo/Some rich kid - Shore Leave   Wed May 16, 2012 12:37 pm

|| Idriis, Spaceport
|| Boardwalk Cafe
|| 0807

Idriis had long been an R&R stopover for ship's crews, and so had ample arrangements for recreation throughout the capital city and the planet as a whole. Still, there were plenty of options immediately adjacent to the spaceport for those less inclined to walk too far from their ships. A line of cafes, eateries, and other reasonably classy establishments dotted the walkways of this sector, expensive both because of their proximity to the spaceport and their luxurious views of the beach.

It was morning, and so there was less pedestrian traffic than usual along the walkway's shops and eateries. It was not crowded enough that the noise prevented civilized conversation, but populated enough that such a conversation could still occur with some privacy. One well-appointed cafe featured a few couples engaged in some early morning negotiations, though what exactly they negotiated was anyone's guess.

At one of the cafe's outdoor tables lounged a handsome looking man, his clothes fashionable and his hair roguishly tousled. Most took him to be some rich playboy wandering the galaxy a while before settling down, and his appearance and attitude suggested he did little to discourage such an evaluation. And, true to form, with an avaricious gleam his eyes locked onto the sight of a statuesque Bajoran officer making her way down the boardwalk.

"Hey there, Red!" he called out with a hint of intoxicated confidence, and no wonder given the empty glasses on the table before him, in apparent defiance of the early hour. Or perhaps it was late, for him.

"On shore leave, eh? How 'bout you let me buy you a drink and we make it a memorable one? Or one that you can't remember, those are always the best, amiright?" he offered, lounging in his chair and gesturing to the empty seat next to him suggestively.

Marlo looked around, trying to figure out who the man was calling, there were a couple redheads about, but they were presently engaged so she had to assume it was meant for her. As flattered as she was, Marlo still didn't drink, and was spending her time shopping and checking on the crew; it was her duty after all as first officer. She walked over to the blonde man, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink but I'm flattered, really...and by the looks of things you've had too many already."

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PostSubject: Re: Marlo/Some rich kid - Shore Leave   Thu May 17, 2012 12:13 am

|| Idriis, Spaceport
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Idriis had long been an R&R stopover for ship's crews, and so had ample arrangements for recreation throughout the capital city and the planet as a whole. Still, there were plenty of options immediately adjacent to the spaceport for those less inclined to walk too far from their ships. A line of cafes, eateries, and other reasonably classy establishments dotted the walkways of this sector, expensive both because of their proximity to the spaceport and their luxurious views of the beach.

It was morning, and so there was less pedestrian traffic than usual along the walkway's shops and eateries. It was not crowded enough that the noise prevented civilized conversation, but populated enough that such a conversation could still occur with some privacy. One well-appointed cafe featured a few couples engaged in some early morning negotiations, though what exactly they negotiated was anyone's guess.

At one of the cafe's outdoor tables lounged a handsome looking man, his clothes fashionable and his hair roguishly tousled. Most took him to be some rich playboy wandering the galaxy a while before settling down, and his appearance and attitude suggested he did little to discourage such an evaluation. And, true to form, with an avaricious gleam his eyes locked onto the sight of a statuesque Bajoran officer making her way down the boardwalk.

"Hey there, Red!" he called out with a hint of intoxicated confidence, and no wonder given the empty glasses on the table before him, in apparent defiance of the early hour. Or perhaps it was late, for him.

"On shore leave, eh? How 'bout you let me buy you a drink and we make it a memorable one? Or one that you can't remember, those are always the best, amiright?" he offered, lounging in his chair and gesturing to the empty seat next to him suggestively.

Marlo looked around, trying to figure out who the man was calling, there were a couple redheads about, but they were presently engaged so she had to assume it was meant for her. As flattered as she was, Marlo still didn't drink, and was spending her time shopping and checking on the crew; it was her duty after all as first officer. She walked over to the blonde man, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink but I'm flattered, really...and by the looks of things you've had too many already."

He snorted contemptuously at the entirety of her statement. "Well then that's your problem! I'm too far ahead! You gotta catch up, Red." The man signaled to the waiter, ordering two of something, and from across the cafe the waiter silently set about retrieving the order.

"Come on, take seat," he continued, with apparent drunken persistence as he gestured to the empty chair at his table. "Tell me all about that big shiny starship of yours! Have you commenced any enjoyable…docking procedures…lately?" he asked with a lecherous grin, displaying a set of perfect white teeth, perhaps not surprising giving the rest of his well-groomed appearance.
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PostSubject: Re: Marlo/Some rich kid - Shore Leave   Fri May 18, 2012 1:25 am

|| Idriis, Spaceport
|| Boardwalk Cafe
|| 0807

Idriis had long been an R&R stopover for ship's crews, and so had ample arrangements for recreation throughout the capital city and the planet as a whole. Still, there were plenty of options immediately adjacent to the spaceport for those less inclined to walk too far from their ships. A line of cafes, eateries, and other reasonably classy establishments dotted the walkways of this sector, expensive both because of their proximity to the spaceport and their luxurious views of the beach.

It was morning, and so there was less pedestrian traffic than usual along the walkway's shops and eateries. It was not crowded enough that the noise prevented civilized conversation, but populated enough that such a conversation could still occur with some privacy. One well-appointed cafe featured a few couples engaged in some early morning negotiations, though what exactly they negotiated was anyone's guess.

At one of the cafe's outdoor tables lounged a handsome looking man, his clothes fashionable and his hair roguishly tousled. Most took him to be some rich playboy wandering the galaxy a while before settling down, and his appearance and attitude suggested he did little to discourage such an evaluation. And, true to form, with an avaricious gleam his eyes locked onto the sight of a statuesque Bajoran officer making her way down the boardwalk.

"Hey there, Red!" he called out with a hint of intoxicated confidence, and no wonder given the empty glasses on the table before him, in apparent defiance of the early hour. Or perhaps it was late, for him.

"On shore leave, eh? How 'bout you let me buy you a drink and we make it a memorable one? Or one that you can't remember, those are always the best, amiright?" he offered, lounging in his chair and gesturing to the empty seat next to him suggestively.

Marlo looked around, trying to figure out who the man was calling, there were a couple redheads about, but they were presently engaged so she had to assume it was meant for her. As flattered as she was, Marlo still didn't drink, and was spending her time shopping and checking on the crew; it was her duty after all as first officer. She walked over to the blonde man, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink but I'm flattered, really...and by the looks of things you've had too many already."

He snorted contemptuously at the entirety of her statement. "Well then that's your problem! I'm too far ahead! You gotta catch up, Red." The man signaled to the waiter, ordering two of something, and from across the cafe the waiter silently set about retrieving the order.

"Come on, take seat," he continued, with apparent drunken persistence as he gestured to the empty chair at his table. "Tell me all about that big shiny starship of yours! Have you commenced any enjoyable…docking procedures…lately?" he asked with a lecherous grin, displaying a set of perfect white teeth, perhaps not surprising giving the rest of his well-groomed appearance.

Marlo scrunched up her nose...he was obviously not going to take no for an answer, and so she perched precariously on the edge of the seat he'd offered. Something about him irked her, but she couldn't put her finger on it, but he was right;she was on shore leave; she could afford a little relaxation, however she wasn't going to touch a drop a alcohol--wanting to keeps her wits about her.

"It's not that shiny." She admitted. "It's...a little...used."

That was the understatement of the century to say the least.

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PostSubject: Re: Marlo/Some rich kid - Shore Leave   Fri May 18, 2012 7:24 pm

|| Idriis, Spaceport
|| Boardwalk Cafe
|| 0807

Idriis had long been an R&R stopover for ship's crews, and so had ample arrangements for recreation throughout the capital city and the planet as a whole. Still, there were plenty of options immediately adjacent to the spaceport for those less inclined to walk too far from their ships. A line of cafes, eateries, and other reasonably classy establishments dotted the walkways of this sector, expensive both because of their proximity to the spaceport and their luxurious views of the beach.

It was morning, and so there was less pedestrian traffic than usual along the walkway's shops and eateries. It was not crowded enough that the noise prevented civilized conversation, but populated enough that such a conversation could still occur with some privacy. One well-appointed cafe featured a few couples engaged in some early morning negotiations, though what exactly they negotiated was anyone's guess.

At one of the cafe's outdoor tables lounged a handsome looking man, his clothes fashionable and his hair roguishly tousled. Most took him to be some rich playboy wandering the galaxy a while before settling down, and his appearance and attitude suggested he did little to discourage such an evaluation. And, true to form, with an avaricious gleam his eyes locked onto the sight of a statuesque Bajoran officer making her way down the boardwalk.

"Hey there, Red!" he called out with a hint of intoxicated confidence, and no wonder given the empty glasses on the table before him, in apparent defiance of the early hour. Or perhaps it was late, for him.

"On shore leave, eh? How 'bout you let me buy you a drink and we make it a memorable one? Or one that you can't remember, those are always the best, amiright?" he offered, lounging in his chair and gesturing to the empty seat next to him suggestively.

Marlo looked around, trying to figure out who the man was calling, there were a couple redheads about, but they were presently engaged so she had to assume it was meant for her. As flattered as she was, Marlo still didn't drink, and was spending her time shopping and checking on the crew; it was her duty after all as first officer. She walked over to the blonde man, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink but I'm flattered, really...and by the looks of things you've had too many already."

He snorted contemptuously at the entirety of her statement. "Well then that's your problem! I'm too far ahead! You gotta catch up, Red." The man signaled to the waiter, ordering two of something, and from across the cafe the waiter silently set about retrieving the order.

"Come on, take seat," he continued, with apparent drunken persistence as he gestured to the empty chair at his table. "Tell me all about that big shiny starship of yours! Have you commenced any enjoyable…docking procedures…lately?" he asked with a lecherous grin, displaying a set of perfect white teeth, perhaps not surprising giving the rest of his well-groomed appearance.

Marlo scrunched up her nose...he was obviously not going to take no for an answer, and so she perched precariously on the edge of the seat he'd offered. Something about him irked her, but she couldn't put her finger on it, but he was right;she was on shore leave; she could afford a little relaxation, however she wasn't going to touch a drop a alcohol--wanting to keeps her wits about her.

"It's not that shiny." She admitted. "It's...a little...used."

That was the understatement of the century to say the least.

The man seemed to find that statement incredibly amusing, and by the time he had finished laughing the waiter arrived with two fizzy blue drinks.

"A little used, huh? I hear that," he remarked, with some sort of vague double entendre implied. "I'm a little worse for wear from my travels around the galaxy myself. Time for a pick me up, eh? Don't worry, it's not alcoholic...usually." He slid one of the drinks over to her, and rather surprisingly, carefully sipped a bit his own instead of gulping at it like one might expect him to do. As he set the nearly-full drink down on the table, the man fixed Marlo with a curious grin.

"So how's your love life aboard this battered old crate of a starship of yours?" Clearly he wasn't wasting any time.
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PostSubject: Re: Marlo/Some rich kid - Shore Leave   Sun May 20, 2012 4:38 pm

|| Idriis, Spaceport
|| Boardwalk Cafe
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Idriis had long been an R&R stopover for ship's crews, and so had ample arrangements for recreation throughout the capital city and the planet as a whole. Still, there were plenty of options immediately adjacent to the spaceport for those less inclined to walk too far from their ships. A line of cafes, eateries, and other reasonably classy establishments dotted the walkways of this sector, expensive both because of their proximity to the spaceport and their luxurious views of the beach.

It was morning, and so there was less pedestrian traffic than usual along the walkway's shops and eateries. It was not crowded enough that the noise prevented civilized conversation, but populated enough that such a conversation could still occur with some privacy. One well-appointed cafe featured a few couples engaged in some early morning negotiations, though what exactly they negotiated was anyone's guess.

At one of the cafe's outdoor tables lounged a handsome looking man, his clothes fashionable and his hair roguishly tousled. Most took him to be some rich playboy wandering the galaxy a while before settling down, and his appearance and attitude suggested he did little to discourage such an evaluation. And, true to form, with an avaricious gleam his eyes locked onto the sight of a statuesque Bajoran officer making her way down the boardwalk.

"Hey there, Red!" he called out with a hint of intoxicated confidence, and no wonder given the empty glasses on the table before him, in apparent defiance of the early hour. Or perhaps it was late, for him.

"On shore leave, eh? How 'bout you let me buy you a drink and we make it a memorable one? Or one that you can't remember, those are always the best, amiright?" he offered, lounging in his chair and gesturing to the empty seat next to him suggestively.

Marlo looked around, trying to figure out who the man was calling, there were a couple redheads about, but they were presently engaged so she had to assume it was meant for her. As flattered as she was, Marlo still didn't drink, and was spending her time shopping and checking on the crew; it was her duty after all as first officer. She walked over to the blonde man, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink but I'm flattered, really...and by the looks of things you've had too many already."

He snorted contemptuously at the entirety of her statement. "Well then that's your problem! I'm too far ahead! You gotta catch up, Red." The man signaled to the waiter, ordering two of something, and from across the cafe the waiter silently set about retrieving the order.

"Come on, take seat," he continued, with apparent drunken persistence as he gestured to the empty chair at his table. "Tell me all about that big shiny starship of yours! Have you commenced any enjoyable…docking procedures…lately?" he asked with a lecherous grin, displaying a set of perfect white teeth, perhaps not surprising giving the rest of his well-groomed appearance.

Marlo scrunched up her nose...he was obviously not going to take no for an answer, and so she perched precariously on the edge of the seat he'd offered. Something about him irked her, but she couldn't put her finger on it, but he was right;she was on shore leave; she could afford a little relaxation, however she wasn't going to touch a drop a alcohol--wanting to keeps her wits about her.

"It's not that shiny." She admitted. "It's...a little...used."

That was the understatement of the century to say the least.

The man seemed to find that statement incredibly amusing, and by the time he had finished laughing the waiter arrived with two fizzy blue drinks.

"A little used, huh? I hear that," he remarked, with some sort of vague double entendre implied. "I'm a little worse for wear from my travels around the galaxy myself. Time for a pick me up, eh? Don't worry, it's not alcoholic...usually." He slid one of the drinks over to her, and rather surprisingly, carefully sipped a bit his own instead of gulping at it like one might expect him to do. As he set the nearly-full drink down on the table, the man fixed Marlo with a curious grin.

"So how's your love life aboard this battered old crate of a starship of yours?" Clearly he wasn't wasting any time.

Marlo frowned. She didn't know this man at all--he had no right to ask her that kind of question. She eyed the blue drink wondering whether or not she should try it, considering how had the waiter known to make her a non-alcoholic drink, when the man before her was clearly intoxicated already, before she had sat down.

"I'm sorry...you don't get to ask me something like that. You don't even know my name." She told him coldly.

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PostSubject: Re: Marlo/Some rich kid - Shore Leave   Sun May 20, 2012 9:11 pm

|| Idriis, Spaceport
|| Boardwalk Cafe
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Idriis had long been an R&R stopover for ship's crews, and so had ample arrangements for recreation throughout the capital city and the planet as a whole. Still, there were plenty of options immediately adjacent to the spaceport for those less inclined to walk too far from their ships. A line of cafes, eateries, and other reasonably classy establishments dotted the walkways of this sector, expensive both because of their proximity to the spaceport and their luxurious views of the beach.

It was morning, and so there was less pedestrian traffic than usual along the walkway's shops and eateries. It was not crowded enough that the noise prevented civilized conversation, but populated enough that such a conversation could still occur with some privacy. One well-appointed cafe featured a few couples engaged in some early morning negotiations, though what exactly they negotiated was anyone's guess.

At one of the cafe's outdoor tables lounged a handsome looking man, his clothes fashionable and his hair roguishly tousled. Most took him to be some rich playboy wandering the galaxy a while before settling down, and his appearance and attitude suggested he did little to discourage such an evaluation. And, true to form, with an avaricious gleam his eyes locked onto the sight of a statuesque Bajoran officer making her way down the boardwalk.

"Hey there, Red!" he called out with a hint of intoxicated confidence, and no wonder given the empty glasses on the table before him, in apparent defiance of the early hour. Or perhaps it was late, for him.

"On shore leave, eh? How 'bout you let me buy you a drink and we make it a memorable one? Or one that you can't remember, those are always the best, amiright?" he offered, lounging in his chair and gesturing to the empty seat next to him suggestively.

Marlo looked around, trying to figure out who the man was calling, there were a couple redheads about, but they were presently engaged so she had to assume it was meant for her. As flattered as she was, Marlo still didn't drink, and was spending her time shopping and checking on the crew; it was her duty after all as first officer. She walked over to the blonde man, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink but I'm flattered, really...and by the looks of things you've had too many already."

He snorted contemptuously at the entirety of her statement. "Well then that's your problem! I'm too far ahead! You gotta catch up, Red." The man signaled to the waiter, ordering two of something, and from across the cafe the waiter silently set about retrieving the order.

"Come on, take seat," he continued, with apparent drunken persistence as he gestured to the empty chair at his table. "Tell me all about that big shiny starship of yours! Have you commenced any enjoyable…docking procedures…lately?" he asked with a lecherous grin, displaying a set of perfect white teeth, perhaps not surprising giving the rest of his well-groomed appearance.

Marlo scrunched up her nose...he was obviously not going to take no for an answer, and so she perched precariously on the edge of the seat he'd offered. Something about him irked her, but she couldn't put her finger on it, but he was right;she was on shore leave; she could afford a little relaxation, however she wasn't going to touch a drop a alcohol--wanting to keeps her wits about her.

"It's not that shiny." She admitted. "It's...a little...used."

That was the understatement of the century to say the least.

The man seemed to find that statement incredibly amusing, and by the time he had finished laughing the waiter arrived with two fizzy blue drinks.

"A little used, huh? I hear that," he remarked, with some sort of vague double entendre implied. "I'm a little worse for wear from my travels around the galaxy myself. Time for a pick me up, eh? Don't worry, it's not alcoholic...usually." He slid one of the drinks over to her, and rather surprisingly, carefully sipped a bit his own instead of gulping at it like one might expect him to do. As he set the nearly-full drink down on the table, the man fixed Marlo with a curious grin.

"So how's your love life aboard this battered old crate of a starship of yours?" Clearly he wasn't wasting any time.

Marlo frowned. She didn't know this man at all--he had no right to ask her that kind of question. She eyed the blue drink wondering whether or not she should try it, considering how had the waiter known to make her a non-alcoholic drink, when the man before her was clearly intoxicated already, before she had sat down.

"I'm sorry...you don't get to ask me something like that. You don't even know my name." She told him coldly.

Something about that made him smirk, and he waved away her disapproval with a flick of his hand. "Come on beautiful, try and keep an open mind. Seems an innocent enough question to me. But we can talk about other things if you like." The man slid the drinks out of the way and put his hand on hers. "How's your career? How's the food on board?" How do you like your co-workers?" The questions were quick, and without apparent interest in an answer.

His air of intoxicated arrogance had disappeared, replaced by a more intense aura of relentless determination, physically evident in his suddenly clenched jaw and steely gaze. The stranger leaned close then, whispering into her ear with an ominously familiar drawl. "How's that lizard of yours…Melon?"
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PostSubject: Re: Marlo/Some rich kid - Shore Leave   Mon May 21, 2012 2:38 am

|| Idriis, Spaceport
|| Boardwalk Cafe
|| 0807

Idriis had long been an R&R stopover for ship's crews, and so had ample arrangements for recreation throughout the capital city and the planet as a whole. Still, there were plenty of options immediately adjacent to the spaceport for those less inclined to walk too far from their ships. A line of cafes, eateries, and other reasonably classy establishments dotted the walkways of this sector, expensive both because of their proximity to the spaceport and their luxurious views of the beach.

It was morning, and so there was less pedestrian traffic than usual along the walkway's shops and eateries. It was not crowded enough that the noise prevented civilized conversation, but populated enough that such a conversation could still occur with some privacy. One well-appointed cafe featured a few couples engaged in some early morning negotiations, though what exactly they negotiated was anyone's guess.

At one of the cafe's outdoor tables lounged a handsome looking man, his clothes fashionable and his hair roguishly tousled. Most took him to be some rich playboy wandering the galaxy a while before settling down, and his appearance and attitude suggested he did little to discourage such an evaluation. And, true to form, with an avaricious gleam his eyes locked onto the sight of a statuesque Bajoran officer making her way down the boardwalk.

"Hey there, Red!" he called out with a hint of intoxicated confidence, and no wonder given the empty glasses on the table before him, in apparent defiance of the early hour. Or perhaps it was late, for him.

"On shore leave, eh? How 'bout you let me buy you a drink and we make it a memorable one? Or one that you can't remember, those are always the best, amiright?" he offered, lounging in his chair and gesturing to the empty seat next to him suggestively.

Marlo looked around, trying to figure out who the man was calling, there were a couple redheads about, but they were presently engaged so she had to assume it was meant for her. As flattered as she was, Marlo still didn't drink, and was spending her time shopping and checking on the crew; it was her duty after all as first officer. She walked over to the blonde man, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink but I'm flattered, really...and by the looks of things you've had too many already."

He snorted contemptuously at the entirety of her statement. "Well then that's your problem! I'm too far ahead! You gotta catch up, Red." The man signaled to the waiter, ordering two of something, and from across the cafe the waiter silently set about retrieving the order.

"Come on, take seat," he continued, with apparent drunken persistence as he gestured to the empty chair at his table. "Tell me all about that big shiny starship of yours! Have you commenced any enjoyable…docking procedures…lately?" he asked with a lecherous grin, displaying a set of perfect white teeth, perhaps not surprising giving the rest of his well-groomed appearance.

Marlo scrunched up her nose...he was obviously not going to take no for an answer, and so she perched precariously on the edge of the seat he'd offered. Something about him irked her, but she couldn't put her finger on it, but he was right;she was on shore leave; she could afford a little relaxation, however she wasn't going to touch a drop a alcohol--wanting to keeps her wits about her.

"It's not that shiny." She admitted. "It's...a little...used."

That was the understatement of the century to say the least.

The man seemed to find that statement incredibly amusing, and by the time he had finished laughing the waiter arrived with two fizzy blue drinks.

"A little used, huh? I hear that," he remarked, with some sort of vague double entendre implied. "I'm a little worse for wear from my travels around the galaxy myself. Time for a pick me up, eh? Don't worry, it's not alcoholic...usually." He slid one of the drinks over to her, and rather surprisingly, carefully sipped a bit his own instead of gulping at it like one might expect him to do. As he set the nearly-full drink down on the table, the man fixed Marlo with a curious grin.

"So how's your love life aboard this battered old crate of a starship of yours?" Clearly he wasn't wasting any time.

Marlo frowned. She didn't know this man at all--he had no right to ask her that kind of question. She eyed the blue drink wondering whether or not she should try it, considering how had the waiter known to make her a non-alcoholic drink, when the man before her was clearly intoxicated already, before she had sat down.

"I'm sorry...you don't get to ask me something like that. You don't even know my name." She told him coldly.

Something about that made him smirk, and he waved away her disapproval with a flick of his hand. "Come on beautiful, try and keep an open mind. Seems an innocent enough question to me. But we can talk about other things if you like." The man slid the drinks out of the way and put his hand on hers. "How's your career? How's the food on board?" How do you like your co-workers?" The questions were quick, and without apparent interest in an answer.

His air of intoxicated arrogance had disappeared, replaced by a more intense aura of relentless determination, physically evident in his suddenly clenched jaw and steely gaze. The stranger leaned close then, whispering into her ear with an ominously familiar drawl. "How's that lizard of yours…Melon?"

Marlo's eyes went wide as she felt the blood draining from her face. She wrenched her hand away and stood up quickly, backing away from the table. Just the fact that he knew that about her when she could reasonably say that she knew nothing about him could only mean one thing--they'd met before. Then it hit her, the perfect white teeth, the familiar drawl...she knew with full certainty who he was and she knew she should've listened to her gut before.

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PostSubject: Re: Marlo/Some rich kid - Shore Leave   Mon May 21, 2012 12:01 pm

|| Idriis, Spaceport
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|| 0807

Idriis had long been an R&R stopover for ship's crews, and so had ample arrangements for recreation throughout the capital city and the planet as a whole. Still, there were plenty of options immediately adjacent to the spaceport for those less inclined to walk too far from their ships. A line of cafes, eateries, and other reasonably classy establishments dotted the walkways of this sector, expensive both because of their proximity to the spaceport and their luxurious views of the beach.

It was morning, and so there was less pedestrian traffic than usual along the walkway's shops and eateries. It was not crowded enough that the noise prevented civilized conversation, but populated enough that such a conversation could still occur with some privacy. One well-appointed cafe featured a few couples engaged in some early morning negotiations, though what exactly they negotiated was anyone's guess.

At one of the cafe's outdoor tables lounged a handsome looking man, his clothes fashionable and his hair roguishly tousled. Most took him to be some rich playboy wandering the galaxy a while before settling down, and his appearance and attitude suggested he did little to discourage such an evaluation. And, true to form, with an avaricious gleam his eyes locked onto the sight of a statuesque Bajoran officer making her way down the boardwalk.

"Hey there, Red!" he called out with a hint of intoxicated confidence, and no wonder given the empty glasses on the table before him, in apparent defiance of the early hour. Or perhaps it was late, for him.

"On shore leave, eh? How 'bout you let me buy you a drink and we make it a memorable one? Or one that you can't remember, those are always the best, amiright?" he offered, lounging in his chair and gesturing to the empty seat next to him suggestively.

Marlo looked around, trying to figure out who the man was calling, there were a couple redheads about, but they were presently engaged so she had to assume it was meant for her. As flattered as she was, Marlo still didn't drink, and was spending her time shopping and checking on the crew; it was her duty after all as first officer. She walked over to the blonde man, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink but I'm flattered, really...and by the looks of things you've had too many already."

He snorted contemptuously at the entirety of her statement. "Well then that's your problem! I'm too far ahead! You gotta catch up, Red." The man signaled to the waiter, ordering two of something, and from across the cafe the waiter silently set about retrieving the order.

"Come on, take seat," he continued, with apparent drunken persistence as he gestured to the empty chair at his table. "Tell me all about that big shiny starship of yours! Have you commenced any enjoyable…docking procedures…lately?" he asked with a lecherous grin, displaying a set of perfect white teeth, perhaps not surprising giving the rest of his well-groomed appearance.

Marlo scrunched up her nose...he was obviously not going to take no for an answer, and so she perched precariously on the edge of the seat he'd offered. Something about him irked her, but she couldn't put her finger on it, but he was right;she was on shore leave; she could afford a little relaxation, however she wasn't going to touch a drop a alcohol--wanting to keeps her wits about her.

"It's not that shiny." She admitted. "It's...a little...used."

That was the understatement of the century to say the least.

The man seemed to find that statement incredibly amusing, and by the time he had finished laughing the waiter arrived with two fizzy blue drinks.

"A little used, huh? I hear that," he remarked, with some sort of vague double entendre implied. "I'm a little worse for wear from my travels around the galaxy myself. Time for a pick me up, eh? Don't worry, it's not alcoholic...usually." He slid one of the drinks over to her, and rather surprisingly, carefully sipped a bit his own instead of gulping at it like one might expect him to do. As he set the nearly-full drink down on the table, the man fixed Marlo with a curious grin.

"So how's your love life aboard this battered old crate of a starship of yours?" Clearly he wasn't wasting any time.

Marlo frowned. She didn't know this man at all--he had no right to ask her that kind of question. She eyed the blue drink wondering whether or not she should try it, considering how had the waiter known to make her a non-alcoholic drink, when the man before her was clearly intoxicated already, before she had sat down.

"I'm sorry...you don't get to ask me something like that. You don't even know my name." She told him coldly.

Something about that made him smirk, and he waved away her disapproval with a flick of his hand. "Come on beautiful, try and keep an open mind. Seems an innocent enough question to me. But we can talk about other things if you like." The man slid the drinks out of the way and put his hand on hers. "How's your career? How's the food on board?" How do you like your co-workers?" The questions were quick, and without apparent interest in an answer.

His air of intoxicated arrogance had disappeared, replaced by a more intense aura of relentless determination, physically evident in his suddenly clenched jaw and steely gaze. The stranger leaned close then, whispering into her ear with an ominously familiar drawl. "How's that lizard of yours…Melon?"

Marlo's eyes went wide as she felt the blood draining from her face. She wrenched her hand away and stood up quickly, backing away from the table. Just the fact that he knew that about her when she could reasonably say that she knew nothing about him could only mean one thing--they'd met before. Then it hit her, the perfect white teeth, the familiar drawl...she knew with full certainty who he was and she knew she should've listened to her gut before.

"Sully."

The handsome features contorted into a sneer. "Guilty as charged. You didn't think anyone here would actually hit on you, did you? Well, you can still tell people you had a date if you like," he said nastily. "But right now we have matters to discuss." His tone changed again, now sounding detached and professional as he reached for his drink and sipped it again.

"So why don't you have a seat and talk with me, Marlo? By which I mean sit down now, or my concealed associate across the way will shoot a micro-point disruptor beam to the back of your spinal cord, dropping you like a sack of spanners," he said casually, but still watched her intently.

"And I am damned unhappy to have to deal with you this way, but you remain obstinately unconvinced of my good intentions in all this and force me to be so…blunt," Sully sighed.
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PostSubject: Re: Marlo/Some rich kid - Shore Leave   Tue May 22, 2012 12:59 am

|| Idriis, Spaceport
|| Boardwalk Cafe
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Idriis had long been an R&R stopover for ship's crews, and so had ample arrangements for recreation throughout the capital city and the planet as a whole. Still, there were plenty of options immediately adjacent to the spaceport for those less inclined to walk too far from their ships. A line of cafes, eateries, and other reasonably classy establishments dotted the walkways of this sector, expensive both because of their proximity to the spaceport and their luxurious views of the beach.

It was morning, and so there was less pedestrian traffic than usual along the walkway's shops and eateries. It was not crowded enough that the noise prevented civilized conversation, but populated enough that such a conversation could still occur with some privacy. One well-appointed cafe featured a few couples engaged in some early morning negotiations, though what exactly they negotiated was anyone's guess.

At one of the cafe's outdoor tables lounged a handsome looking man, his clothes fashionable and his hair roguishly tousled. Most took him to be some rich playboy wandering the galaxy a while before settling down, and his appearance and attitude suggested he did little to discourage such an evaluation. And, true to form, with an avaricious gleam his eyes locked onto the sight of a statuesque Bajoran officer making her way down the boardwalk.

"Hey there, Red!" he called out with a hint of intoxicated confidence, and no wonder given the empty glasses on the table before him, in apparent defiance of the early hour. Or perhaps it was late, for him.

"On shore leave, eh? How 'bout you let me buy you a drink and we make it a memorable one? Or one that you can't remember, those are always the best, amiright?" he offered, lounging in his chair and gesturing to the empty seat next to him suggestively.

Marlo looked around, trying to figure out who the man was calling, there were a couple redheads about, but they were presently engaged so she had to assume it was meant for her. As flattered as she was, Marlo still didn't drink, and was spending her time shopping and checking on the crew; it was her duty after all as first officer. She walked over to the blonde man, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink but I'm flattered, really...and by the looks of things you've had too many already."

He snorted contemptuously at the entirety of her statement. "Well then that's your problem! I'm too far ahead! You gotta catch up, Red." The man signaled to the waiter, ordering two of something, and from across the cafe the waiter silently set about retrieving the order.

"Come on, take seat," he continued, with apparent drunken persistence as he gestured to the empty chair at his table. "Tell me all about that big shiny starship of yours! Have you commenced any enjoyable…docking procedures…lately?" he asked with a lecherous grin, displaying a set of perfect white teeth, perhaps not surprising giving the rest of his well-groomed appearance.

Marlo scrunched up her nose...he was obviously not going to take no for an answer, and so she perched precariously on the edge of the seat he'd offered. Something about him irked her, but she couldn't put her finger on it, but he was right;she was on shore leave; she could afford a little relaxation, however she wasn't going to touch a drop a alcohol--wanting to keeps her wits about her.

"It's not that shiny." She admitted. "It's...a little...used."

That was the understatement of the century to say the least.

The man seemed to find that statement incredibly amusing, and by the time he had finished laughing the waiter arrived with two fizzy blue drinks.

"A little used, huh? I hear that," he remarked, with some sort of vague double entendre implied. "I'm a little worse for wear from my travels around the galaxy myself. Time for a pick me up, eh? Don't worry, it's not alcoholic...usually." He slid one of the drinks over to her, and rather surprisingly, carefully sipped a bit his own instead of gulping at it like one might expect him to do. As he set the nearly-full drink down on the table, the man fixed Marlo with a curious grin.

"So how's your love life aboard this battered old crate of a starship of yours?" Clearly he wasn't wasting any time.

Marlo frowned. She didn't know this man at all--he had no right to ask her that kind of question. She eyed the blue drink wondering whether or not she should try it, considering how had the waiter known to make her a non-alcoholic drink, when the man before her was clearly intoxicated already, before she had sat down.

"I'm sorry...you don't get to ask me something like that. You don't even know my name." She told him coldly.

Something about that made him smirk, and he waved away her disapproval with a flick of his hand. "Come on beautiful, try and keep an open mind. Seems an innocent enough question to me. But we can talk about other things if you like." The man slid the drinks out of the way and put his hand on hers. "How's your career? How's the food on board?" How do you like your co-workers?" The questions were quick, and without apparent interest in an answer.

His air of intoxicated arrogance had disappeared, replaced by a more intense aura of relentless determination, physically evident in his suddenly clenched jaw and steely gaze. The stranger leaned close then, whispering into her ear with an ominously familiar drawl. "How's that lizard of yours…Melon?"

Marlo's eyes went wide as she felt the blood draining from her face. She wrenched her hand away and stood up quickly, backing away from the table. Just the fact that he knew that about her when she could reasonably say that she knew nothing about him could only mean one thing--they'd met before. Then it hit her, the perfect white teeth, the familiar drawl...she knew with full certainty who he was and she knew she should've listened to her gut before.

"Sully."

The handsome features contorted into a sneer. "Guilty as charged. You didn't think anyone here would actually hit on you, did you? Well, you can still tell people you had a date if you like," he said nastily. "But right now we have matters to discuss." His tone changed again, now sounding detached and professional as he reached for his drink and sipped it again.

"So why don't you have a seat and talk with me, Marlo? By which I mean sit down now, or my concealed associate across the way will shoot a micro-point disruptor beam to the back of your spinal cord, dropping you like a sack of spanners," he said casually, but still watched her intently.

"And I am damned unhappy to have to deal with you this way, but you remain obstinately unconvinced of my good intentions in all this and force me to be so…blunt," Sully sighed.

"If you really wanted me to trust you, you wouldn't threaten me at every turn...so I'm not going to sit down, or come any closer, but let's say I do decide to talk with you what then?" Marlo said defiantly.

She crossed her arms across her chest, and turned ever so slightly as she backed up so that her back was against a wall. He didn't seem unhappy in the slightest...in fact he seemed to enjoy his job. She shook her head. How did he keep finding her, and why didn't he leave her alone? He had to have more promising people at his disposal who tolerated...maybe even liked him, so why did he keep hounding her of all people, someone who wanted nothing less then to put a gun to his head and pull the trigger?

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PostSubject: Re: Marlo/Some rich kid - Shore Leave   Tue May 22, 2012 11:43 am

|| Idriis, Spaceport
|| Boardwalk Cafe
|| 1407

Idriis had long been an R&R stopover for ship's crews, and so had ample arrangements for recreation throughout the capital city and the planet as a whole. Still, there were plenty of options immediately adjacent to the spaceport for those less inclined to walk too far from their ships. A line of cafes, eateries, and other reasonably classy establishments dotted the walkways of this sector, expensive both because of their proximity to the spaceport and their luxurious views of the beach.

It was afternoon, and so there was a reasonable amount of pedestrian traffic along the walkway's shops and eateries. It was not crowded enough that the noise prevented civilized conversation, but populated enough that such a conversation could still occur with some privacy. One well-appointed cafe featured a few couples engaged in some early morning negotiations, though what exactly they negotiated was anyone's guess.

At one of the cafe's outdoor tables lounged a handsome looking man, his clothes fashionable and his hair roguishly tousled. Most took him to be some rich playboy wandering the galaxy a while before settling down, and his appearance and attitude suggested he did little to discourage such an evaluation. And, true to form, with an avaricious gleam his eyes locked onto the sight of a statuesque Bajoran officer making her way down the boardwalk.

"Hey there, Red!" he called out with a hint of intoxicated confidence, and no wonder given the empty glasses on the table before him, in apparent defiance of the hour. Or perhaps it was late, for him.

"On shore leave, eh? How 'bout you let me buy you a drink and we make it a memorable one? Or one that you can't remember, those are always the best, amiright?" he offered, lounging in his chair and gesturing to the empty seat next to him suggestively.

Marlo looked around, trying to figure out who the man was calling, there were a couple redheads about, but they were presently engaged so she had to assume it was meant for her. As flattered as she was, Marlo still didn't drink, and was spending her time shopping and checking on the crew; it was her duty after all as first officer. She walked over to the blonde man, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink but I'm flattered, really...and by the looks of things you've had too many already."

He snorted contemptuously at the entirety of her statement. "Well then that's your problem! I'm too far ahead! You gotta catch up, Red." The man signaled to the waiter, ordering two of something, and from across the cafe the waiter silently set about retrieving the order.

"Come on, take seat," he continued, with apparent drunken persistence as he gestured to the empty chair at his table. "Tell me all about that big shiny starship of yours! Have you commenced any enjoyable…docking procedures…lately?" he asked with a lecherous grin, displaying a set of perfect white teeth, perhaps not surprising giving the rest of his well-groomed appearance.

Marlo scrunched up her nose...he was obviously not going to take no for an answer, and so she perched precariously on the edge of the seat he'd offered. Something about him irked her, but she couldn't put her finger on it, but he was right;she was on shore leave; she could afford a little relaxation, however she wasn't going to touch a drop a alcohol--wanting to keeps her wits about her.

"It's not that shiny." She admitted. "It's...a little...used."

That was the understatement of the century to say the least.

The man seemed to find that statement incredibly amusing, and by the time he had finished laughing the waiter arrived with two fizzy blue drinks.

"A little used, huh? I hear that," he remarked, with some sort of vague double entendre implied. "I'm a little worse for wear from my travels around the galaxy myself. Time for a pick me up, eh? Don't worry, it's not alcoholic...usually." He slid one of the drinks over to her, and rather surprisingly, carefully sipped a bit his own instead of gulping at it like one might expect him to do. As he set the nearly-full drink down on the table, the man fixed Marlo with a curious grin.

"So how's your love life aboard this battered old crate of a starship of yours?" Clearly he wasn't wasting any time.

Marlo frowned. She didn't know this man at all--he had no right to ask her that kind of question. She eyed the blue drink wondering whether or not she should try it, considering how had the waiter known to make her a non-alcoholic drink, when the man before her was clearly intoxicated already, before she had sat down.

"I'm sorry...you don't get to ask me something like that. You don't even know my name." She told him coldly.

Something about that made him smirk, and he waved away her disapproval with a flick of his hand. "Come on beautiful, try and keep an open mind. Seems an innocent enough question to me. But we can talk about other things if you like." The man slid the drinks out of the way and put his hand on hers. "How's your career? How's the food on board?" How do you like your co-workers?" The questions were quick, and without apparent interest in an answer.

His air of intoxicated arrogance had disappeared, replaced by a more intense aura of relentless determination, physically evident in his suddenly clenched jaw and steely gaze. The stranger leaned close then, whispering into her ear with an ominously familiar drawl. "How's that lizard of yours…Melon?"

Marlo's eyes went wide as she felt the blood draining from her face. She wrenched her hand away and stood up quickly, backing away from the table. Just the fact that he knew that about her when she could reasonably say that she knew nothing about him could only mean one thing--they'd met before. Then it hit her, the perfect white teeth, the familiar drawl...she knew with full certainty who he was and she knew she should've listened to her gut before.

"Sully."

The handsome features contorted into a sneer. "Guilty as charged. You didn't think anyone here would actually hit on you, did you? Well, you can still tell people you had a date if you like," he said nastily. "But right now we have matters to discuss." His tone changed again, now sounding detached and professional as he reached for his drink and sipped it again.

"So why don't you have a seat and talk with me, Marlo? By which I mean sit down now, or my concealed associate across the way will shoot a micro-point disruptor beam to the back of your spinal cord, dropping you like a sack of spanners," he said casually, but still watched her intently.

"And I am damned unhappy to have to deal with you this way, but you remain obstinately unconvinced of my good intentions in all this and force me to be so…blunt," Sully sighed.

"If you really wanted me to trust you, you wouldn't threaten me at every turn...so I'm not going to sit down, or come any closer, but let's say I do decide to talk with you what then?" Marlo said defiantly.

She crossed her arms across her chest, and turned ever so slightly as she backed up so that her back was against a wall. He didn't seem unhappy in the slightest...in fact he seemed to enjoy his job. She shook her head. How did he keep finding her, and why didn't he leave her alone? He had to have more promising people at his disposal who tolerated...maybe even liked him, so why did he keep hounding her of all people, someone who wanted nothing less then to put a gun to his head and pull the trigger?

"Suit yourself…just don't go getting any ideas about causing a scene." He said the last few words in a loud voice, and at that the half-dozen other patrons of the cafe turned as one and stared coldly at Marlo for a long instant before returning to their apparently mundane conversations, though it seemed likely that they were still monitoring the situation. It was a rare show of force by Sully and his shadowy organization, and it gave a hint as to the gravity of the situation.

He nodded in acknowledgement that the others were in fact his people, and then promptly ignored them as he got down to business. "I'm here today to talk to you about that ship of yours, even if it isn't too shiny. Specifically, it's about your captain. Events of late have cast doubts upon her loyalty to the Federation, and I think you can guess what we do with traitors when we find them." His tone was harsh, dominating; his smile remained pristine.

"Now, that should be enough of an incentive for you: if you don't want Lillian to wind up the victim of an unfortunate 'transporter accident,' then you'll tell me what you know about her recent involvement with this Marshall Frost character," Sully demanded.



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PostSubject: Re: Marlo/Some rich kid - Shore Leave   Tue May 22, 2012 1:27 pm

|| Idriis, Spaceport
|| Boardwalk Cafe
|| 1407

Idriis had long been an R&R stopover for ship's crews, and so had ample arrangements for recreation throughout the capital city and the planet as a whole. Still, there were plenty of options immediately adjacent to the spaceport for those less inclined to walk too far from their ships. A line of cafes, eateries, and other reasonably classy establishments dotted the walkways of this sector, expensive both because of their proximity to the spaceport and their luxurious views of the beach.

It was afternoon, and so there was a reasonable amount of pedestrian traffic along the walkway's shops and eateries. It was not crowded enough that the noise prevented civilized conversation, but populated enough that such a conversation could still occur with some privacy. One well-appointed cafe featured a few couples engaged in some early morning negotiations, though what exactly they negotiated was anyone's guess.

At one of the cafe's outdoor tables lounged a handsome looking man, his clothes fashionable and his hair roguishly tousled. Most took him to be some rich playboy wandering the galaxy a while before settling down, and his appearance and attitude suggested he did little to discourage such an evaluation. And, true to form, with an avaricious gleam his eyes locked onto the sight of a statuesque Bajoran officer making her way down the boardwalk.

"Hey there, Red!" he called out with a hint of intoxicated confidence, and no wonder given the empty glasses on the table before him, in apparent defiance of the hour. Or perhaps it was late, for him.

"On shore leave, eh? How 'bout you let me buy you a drink and we make it a memorable one? Or one that you can't remember, those are always the best, amiright?" he offered, lounging in his chair and gesturing to the empty seat next to him suggestively.

Marlo looked around, trying to figure out who the man was calling, there were a couple redheads about, but they were presently engaged so she had to assume it was meant for her. As flattered as she was, Marlo still didn't drink, and was spending her time shopping and checking on the crew; it was her duty after all as first officer. She walked over to the blonde man, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink but I'm flattered, really...and by the looks of things you've had too many already."

He snorted contemptuously at the entirety of her statement. "Well then that's your problem! I'm too far ahead! You gotta catch up, Red." The man signaled to the waiter, ordering two of something, and from across the cafe the waiter silently set about retrieving the order.

"Come on, take seat," he continued, with apparent drunken persistence as he gestured to the empty chair at his table. "Tell me all about that big shiny starship of yours! Have you commenced any enjoyable…docking procedures…lately?" he asked with a lecherous grin, displaying a set of perfect white teeth, perhaps not surprising giving the rest of his well-groomed appearance.

Marlo scrunched up her nose...he was obviously not going to take no for an answer, and so she perched precariously on the edge of the seat he'd offered. Something about him irked her, but she couldn't put her finger on it, but he was right;she was on shore leave; she could afford a little relaxation, however she wasn't going to touch a drop a alcohol--wanting to keeps her wits about her.

"It's not that shiny." She admitted. "It's...a little...used."

That was the understatement of the century to say the least.

The man seemed to find that statement incredibly amusing, and by the time he had finished laughing the waiter arrived with two fizzy blue drinks.

"A little used, huh? I hear that," he remarked, with some sort of vague double entendre implied. "I'm a little worse for wear from my travels around the galaxy myself. Time for a pick me up, eh? Don't worry, it's not alcoholic...usually." He slid one of the drinks over to her, and rather surprisingly, carefully sipped a bit his own instead of gulping at it like one might expect him to do. As he set the nearly-full drink down on the table, the man fixed Marlo with a curious grin.

"So how's your love life aboard this battered old crate of a starship of yours?" Clearly he wasn't wasting any time.

Marlo frowned. She didn't know this man at all--he had no right to ask her that kind of question. She eyed the blue drink wondering whether or not she should try it, considering how had the waiter known to make her a non-alcoholic drink, when the man before her was clearly intoxicated already, before she had sat down.

"I'm sorry...you don't get to ask me something like that. You don't even know my name." She told him coldly.

Something about that made him smirk, and he waved away her disapproval with a flick of his hand. "Come on beautiful, try and keep an open mind. Seems an innocent enough question to me. But we can talk about other things if you like." The man slid the drinks out of the way and put his hand on hers. "How's your career? How's the food on board?" How do you like your co-workers?" The questions were quick, and without apparent interest in an answer.

His air of intoxicated arrogance had disappeared, replaced by a more intense aura of relentless determination, physically evident in his suddenly clenched jaw and steely gaze. The stranger leaned close then, whispering into her ear with an ominously familiar drawl. "How's that lizard of yours…Melon?"

Marlo's eyes went wide as she felt the blood draining from her face. She wrenched her hand away and stood up quickly, backing away from the table. Just the fact that he knew that about her when she could reasonably say that she knew nothing about him could only mean one thing--they'd met before. Then it hit her, the perfect white teeth, the familiar drawl...she knew with full certainty who he was and she knew she should've listened to her gut before.

"Sully."

The handsome features contorted into a sneer. "Guilty as charged. You didn't think anyone here would actually hit on you, did you? Well, you can still tell people you had a date if you like," he said nastily. "But right now we have matters to discuss." His tone changed again, now sounding detached and professional as he reached for his drink and sipped it again.

"So why don't you have a seat and talk with me, Marlo? By which I mean sit down now, or my concealed associate across the way will shoot a micro-point disruptor beam to the back of your spinal cord, dropping you like a sack of spanners," he said casually, but still watched her intently.

"And I am damned unhappy to have to deal with you this way, but you remain obstinately unconvinced of my good intentions in all this and force me to be so…blunt," Sully sighed.

"If you really wanted me to trust you, you wouldn't threaten me at every turn...so I'm not going to sit down, or come any closer, but let's say I do decide to talk with you what then?" Marlo said defiantly.

She crossed her arms across her chest, and turned ever so slightly as she backed up so that her back was against a wall. He didn't seem unhappy in the slightest...in fact he seemed to enjoy his job. She shook her head. How did he keep finding her, and why didn't he leave her alone? He had to have more promising people at his disposal who tolerated...maybe even liked him, so why did he keep hounding her of all people, someone who wanted nothing less then to put a gun to his head and pull the trigger?

"Suit yourself…just don't go getting any ideas about causing a scene." He said the last few words in a loud voice, and at that the half-dozen other patrons of the cafe turned as one and stared coldly at Marlo for a long instant before returning to their apparently mundane conversations, though it seemed likely that they were still monitoring the situation. It was a rare show of force by Sully and his shadowy organization, and it gave a hint as to the gravity of the situation.

He nodded in acknowledgement that the others were in fact his people, and then promptly ignored them as he got down to business. "I'm here today to talk to you about that ship of yours, even if it isn't too shiny. Specifically, it's about your captain. Events of late have cast doubts upon her loyalty to the Federation, and I think you can guess what we do with traitors when we find them." His tone was harsh, dominating; his smile remained pristine.

"Now, that should be enough of an incentive for you: if you don't want Lillian to wind up the victim of an unfortunate 'transporter accident,' then you'll tell me what you know about her recent involvement with this Marshall Frost character," Sully demanded.

"Her involvement with Marshall isn't recent--it's actually really old news. They hadn't spoken since the academy until a couple months ago when he kidnapped Taylor and I to get to her. So why don't you shove your threats up your ass and go get some accurate information?" Marlo growled in a tone so low only Sully could hear her.

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PostSubject: Re: Marlo/Some rich kid - Shore Leave   Tue May 22, 2012 11:04 pm

|| Idriis, Spaceport
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Idriis had long been an R&R stopover for ship's crews, and so had ample arrangements for recreation throughout the capital city and the planet as a whole. Still, there were plenty of options immediately adjacent to the spaceport for those less inclined to walk too far from their ships. A line of cafes, eateries, and other reasonably classy establishments dotted the walkways of this sector, expensive both because of their proximity to the spaceport and their luxurious views of the beach.

It was afternoon, and so there was a reasonable amount of pedestrian traffic along the walkway's shops and eateries. It was not crowded enough that the noise prevented civilized conversation, but populated enough that such a conversation could still occur with some privacy. One well-appointed cafe featured a few couples engaged in some early morning negotiations, though what exactly they negotiated was anyone's guess.

At one of the cafe's outdoor tables lounged a handsome looking man, his clothes fashionable and his hair roguishly tousled. Most took him to be some rich playboy wandering the galaxy a while before settling down, and his appearance and attitude suggested he did little to discourage such an evaluation. And, true to form, with an avaricious gleam his eyes locked onto the sight of a statuesque Bajoran officer making her way down the boardwalk.

"Hey there, Red!" he called out with a hint of intoxicated confidence, and no wonder given the empty glasses on the table before him, in apparent defiance of the hour. Or perhaps it was late, for him.

"On shore leave, eh? How 'bout you let me buy you a drink and we make it a memorable one? Or one that you can't remember, those are always the best, amiright?" he offered, lounging in his chair and gesturing to the empty seat next to him suggestively.

Marlo looked around, trying to figure out who the man was calling, there were a couple redheads about, but they were presently engaged so she had to assume it was meant for her. As flattered as she was, Marlo still didn't drink, and was spending her time shopping and checking on the crew; it was her duty after all as first officer. She walked over to the blonde man, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink but I'm flattered, really...and by the looks of things you've had too many already."

He snorted contemptuously at the entirety of her statement. "Well then that's your problem! I'm too far ahead! You gotta catch up, Red." The man signaled to the waiter, ordering two of something, and from across the cafe the waiter silently set about retrieving the order.

"Come on, take seat," he continued, with apparent drunken persistence as he gestured to the empty chair at his table. "Tell me all about that big shiny starship of yours! Have you commenced any enjoyable…docking procedures…lately?" he asked with a lecherous grin, displaying a set of perfect white teeth, perhaps not surprising giving the rest of his well-groomed appearance.

Marlo scrunched up her nose...he was obviously not going to take no for an answer, and so she perched precariously on the edge of the seat he'd offered. Something about him irked her, but she couldn't put her finger on it, but he was right;she was on shore leave; she could afford a little relaxation, however she wasn't going to touch a drop a alcohol--wanting to keeps her wits about her.

"It's not that shiny." She admitted. "It's...a little...used."

That was the understatement of the century to say the least.

The man seemed to find that statement incredibly amusing, and by the time he had finished laughing the waiter arrived with two fizzy blue drinks.

"A little used, huh? I hear that," he remarked, with some sort of vague double entendre implied. "I'm a little worse for wear from my travels around the galaxy myself. Time for a pick me up, eh? Don't worry, it's not alcoholic...usually." He slid one of the drinks over to her, and rather surprisingly, carefully sipped a bit his own instead of gulping at it like one might expect him to do. As he set the nearly-full drink down on the table, the man fixed Marlo with a curious grin.

"So how's your love life aboard this battered old crate of a starship of yours?" Clearly he wasn't wasting any time.

Marlo frowned. She didn't know this man at all--he had no right to ask her that kind of question. She eyed the blue drink wondering whether or not she should try it, considering how had the waiter known to make her a non-alcoholic drink, when the man before her was clearly intoxicated already, before she had sat down.

"I'm sorry...you don't get to ask me something like that. You don't even know my name." She told him coldly.

Something about that made him smirk, and he waved away her disapproval with a flick of his hand. "Come on beautiful, try and keep an open mind. Seems an innocent enough question to me. But we can talk about other things if you like." The man slid the drinks out of the way and put his hand on hers. "How's your career? How's the food on board?" How do you like your co-workers?" The questions were quick, and without apparent interest in an answer.

His air of intoxicated arrogance had disappeared, replaced by a more intense aura of relentless determination, physically evident in his suddenly clenched jaw and steely gaze. The stranger leaned close then, whispering into her ear with an ominously familiar drawl. "How's that lizard of yours…Melon?"

Marlo's eyes went wide as she felt the blood draining from her face. She wrenched her hand away and stood up quickly, backing away from the table. Just the fact that he knew that about her when she could reasonably say that she knew nothing about him could only mean one thing--they'd met before. Then it hit her, the perfect white teeth, the familiar drawl...she knew with full certainty who he was and she knew she should've listened to her gut before.

"Sully."

The handsome features contorted into a sneer. "Guilty as charged. You didn't think anyone here would actually hit on you, did you? Well, you can still tell people you had a date if you like," he said nastily. "But right now we have matters to discuss." His tone changed again, now sounding detached and professional as he reached for his drink and sipped it again.

"So why don't you have a seat and talk with me, Marlo? By which I mean sit down now, or my concealed associate across the way will shoot a micro-point disruptor beam to the back of your spinal cord, dropping you like a sack of spanners," he said casually, but still watched her intently.

"And I am damned unhappy to have to deal with you this way, but you remain obstinately unconvinced of my good intentions in all this and force me to be so…blunt," Sully sighed.

"If you really wanted me to trust you, you wouldn't threaten me at every turn...so I'm not going to sit down, or come any closer, but let's say I do decide to talk with you what then?" Marlo said defiantly.

She crossed her arms across her chest, and turned ever so slightly as she backed up so that her back was against a wall. He didn't seem unhappy in the slightest...in fact he seemed to enjoy his job. She shook her head. How did he keep finding her, and why didn't he leave her alone? He had to have more promising people at his disposal who tolerated...maybe even liked him, so why did he keep hounding her of all people, someone who wanted nothing less then to put a gun to his head and pull the trigger?

"Suit yourself…just don't go getting any ideas about causing a scene." He said the last few words in a loud voice, and at that the half-dozen other patrons of the cafe turned as one and stared coldly at Marlo for a long instant before returning to their apparently mundane conversations, though it seemed likely that they were still monitoring the situation. It was a rare show of force by Sully and his shadowy organization, and it gave a hint as to the gravity of the situation.

He nodded in acknowledgement that the others were in fact his people, and then promptly ignored them as he got down to business. "I'm here today to talk to you about that ship of yours, even if it isn't too shiny. Specifically, it's about your captain. Events of late have cast doubts upon her loyalty to the Federation, and I think you can guess what we do with traitors when we find them." His tone was harsh, dominating; his smile remained pristine.

"Now, that should be enough of an incentive for you: if you don't want Lillian to wind up the victim of an unfortunate 'transporter accident,' then you'll tell me what you know about her recent involvement with this Marshall Frost character," Sully demanded.

"Her involvement with Marshall isn't recent--it's actually really old news. They hadn't spoken since the academy until a couple months ago when he kidnapped Taylor and I to get to her. So why don't you shove your threats up your ass and go get some accurate information?" Marlo growled in a tone so low only Sully could hear her.

"You're cute when you're riled up like that," he responded jovially. "But that's exactly what I'm doing: gathering accurate information from one of my best operatives." Sully clasped his hands behind his head and grinned at her. "Come on now. You must have realized even then that I'd be interested the Doctor's sudden reappearance and contact with the Fenris."

He sniffed. "Now let's stop with the pointless bickering, and you tell me why he wants to get to Lillian so bad that he'll kidnap you and her fiancee and attack a Starfleet vessel and its crew, all according to a carefully designed plan that ultimately fails. Lucky break for you all, maybe? Because it all sounds a little suspicious to me, how he had her in his power but she miraculously escaped at the end. I really want to hear you say that she's not secretly working for him, I really do, but I sometimes wonder if all this isn't a big act to make us think that he's the only one we have to worry about…" he said as a slight frown creased his surgically created good looks "…when we really have another traitor in our midst."
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PostSubject: Re: Marlo/Some rich kid - Shore Leave   Wed May 23, 2012 1:16 pm

|| Idriis, Spaceport
|| Boardwalk Cafe
|| 1407

Idriis had long been an R&R stopover for ship's crews, and so had ample arrangements for recreation throughout the capital city and the planet as a whole. Still, there were plenty of options immediately adjacent to the spaceport for those less inclined to walk too far from their ships. A line of cafes, eateries, and other reasonably classy establishments dotted the walkways of this sector, expensive both because of their proximity to the spaceport and their luxurious views of the beach.

It was afternoon, and so there was a reasonable amount of pedestrian traffic along the walkway's shops and eateries. It was not crowded enough that the noise prevented civilized conversation, but populated enough that such a conversation could still occur with some privacy. One well-appointed cafe featured a few couples engaged in some early morning negotiations, though what exactly they negotiated was anyone's guess.

At one of the cafe's outdoor tables lounged a handsome looking man, his clothes fashionable and his hair roguishly tousled. Most took him to be some rich playboy wandering the galaxy a while before settling down, and his appearance and attitude suggested he did little to discourage such an evaluation. And, true to form, with an avaricious gleam his eyes locked onto the sight of a statuesque Bajoran officer making her way down the boardwalk.

"Hey there, Red!" he called out with a hint of intoxicated confidence, and no wonder given the empty glasses on the table before him, in apparent defiance of the hour. Or perhaps it was late, for him.

"On shore leave, eh? How 'bout you let me buy you a drink and we make it a memorable one? Or one that you can't remember, those are always the best, amiright?" he offered, lounging in his chair and gesturing to the empty seat next to him suggestively.

Marlo looked around, trying to figure out who the man was calling, there were a couple redheads about, but they were presently engaged so she had to assume it was meant for her. As flattered as she was, Marlo still didn't drink, and was spending her time shopping and checking on the crew; it was her duty after all as first officer. She walked over to the blonde man, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink but I'm flattered, really...and by the looks of things you've had too many already."

He snorted contemptuously at the entirety of her statement. "Well then that's your problem! I'm too far ahead! You gotta catch up, Red." The man signaled to the waiter, ordering two of something, and from across the cafe the waiter silently set about retrieving the order.

"Come on, take seat," he continued, with apparent drunken persistence as he gestured to the empty chair at his table. "Tell me all about that big shiny starship of yours! Have you commenced any enjoyable…docking procedures…lately?" he asked with a lecherous grin, displaying a set of perfect white teeth, perhaps not surprising giving the rest of his well-groomed appearance.

Marlo scrunched up her nose...he was obviously not going to take no for an answer, and so she perched precariously on the edge of the seat he'd offered. Something about him irked her, but she couldn't put her finger on it, but he was right;she was on shore leave; she could afford a little relaxation, however she wasn't going to touch a drop a alcohol--wanting to keeps her wits about her.

"It's not that shiny." She admitted. "It's...a little...used."

That was the understatement of the century to say the least.

The man seemed to find that statement incredibly amusing, and by the time he had finished laughing the waiter arrived with two fizzy blue drinks.

"A little used, huh? I hear that," he remarked, with some sort of vague double entendre implied. "I'm a little worse for wear from my travels around the galaxy myself. Time for a pick me up, eh? Don't worry, it's not alcoholic...usually." He slid one of the drinks over to her, and rather surprisingly, carefully sipped a bit his own instead of gulping at it like one might expect him to do. As he set the nearly-full drink down on the table, the man fixed Marlo with a curious grin.

"So how's your love life aboard this battered old crate of a starship of yours?" Clearly he wasn't wasting any time.

Marlo frowned. She didn't know this man at all--he had no right to ask her that kind of question. She eyed the blue drink wondering whether or not she should try it, considering how had the waiter known to make her a non-alcoholic drink, when the man before her was clearly intoxicated already, before she had sat down.

"I'm sorry...you don't get to ask me something like that. You don't even know my name." She told him coldly.

Something about that made him smirk, and he waved away her disapproval with a flick of his hand. "Come on beautiful, try and keep an open mind. Seems an innocent enough question to me. But we can talk about other things if you like." The man slid the drinks out of the way and put his hand on hers. "How's your career? How's the food on board?" How do you like your co-workers?" The questions were quick, and without apparent interest in an answer.

His air of intoxicated arrogance had disappeared, replaced by a more intense aura of relentless determination, physically evident in his suddenly clenched jaw and steely gaze. The stranger leaned close then, whispering into her ear with an ominously familiar drawl. "How's that lizard of yours…Melon?"

Marlo's eyes went wide as she felt the blood draining from her face. She wrenched her hand away and stood up quickly, backing away from the table. Just the fact that he knew that about her when she could reasonably say that she knew nothing about him could only mean one thing--they'd met before. Then it hit her, the perfect white teeth, the familiar drawl...she knew with full certainty who he was and she knew she should've listened to her gut before.

"Sully."

The handsome features contorted into a sneer. "Guilty as charged. You didn't think anyone here would actually hit on you, did you? Well, you can still tell people you had a date if you like," he said nastily. "But right now we have matters to discuss." His tone changed again, now sounding detached and professional as he reached for his drink and sipped it again.

"So why don't you have a seat and talk with me, Marlo? By which I mean sit down now, or my concealed associate across the way will shoot a micro-point disruptor beam to the back of your spinal cord, dropping you like a sack of spanners," he said casually, but still watched her intently.

"And I am damned unhappy to have to deal with you this way, but you remain obstinately unconvinced of my good intentions in all this and force me to be so…blunt," Sully sighed.

"If you really wanted me to trust you, you wouldn't threaten me at every turn...so I'm not going to sit down, or come any closer, but let's say I do decide to talk with you what then?" Marlo said defiantly.

She crossed her arms across her chest, and turned ever so slightly as she backed up so that her back was against a wall. He didn't seem unhappy in the slightest...in fact he seemed to enjoy his job. She shook her head. How did he keep finding her, and why didn't he leave her alone? He had to have more promising people at his disposal who tolerated...maybe even liked him, so why did he keep hounding her of all people, someone who wanted nothing less then to put a gun to his head and pull the trigger?

"Suit yourself…just don't go getting any ideas about causing a scene." He said the last few words in a loud voice, and at that the half-dozen other patrons of the cafe turned as one and stared coldly at Marlo for a long instant before returning to their apparently mundane conversations, though it seemed likely that they were still monitoring the situation. It was a rare show of force by Sully and his shadowy organization, and it gave a hint as to the gravity of the situation.

He nodded in acknowledgement that the others were in fact his people, and then promptly ignored them as he got down to business. "I'm here today to talk to you about that ship of yours, even if it isn't too shiny. Specifically, it's about your captain. Events of late have cast doubts upon her loyalty to the Federation, and I think you can guess what we do with traitors when we find them." His tone was harsh, dominating; his smile remained pristine.

"Now, that should be enough of an incentive for you: if you don't want Lillian to wind up the victim of an unfortunate 'transporter accident,' then you'll tell me what you know about her recent involvement with this Marshall Frost character," Sully demanded.

"Her involvement with Marshall isn't recent--it's actually really old news. They hadn't spoken since the academy until a couple months ago when he kidnapped Taylor and I to get to her. So why don't you shove your threats up your ass and go get some accurate information?" Marlo growled in a tone so low only Sully could hear her.

"You're cute when you're riled up like that," he responded jovially. "But that's exactly what I'm doing: gathering accurate information from one of my best operatives." Sully clasped his hands behind his head and grinned at her. "Come on now. You must have realized even then that I'd be interested the Doctor's sudden reappearance and contact with the Fenris."

He sniffed. "Now let's stop with the pointless bickering, and you tell me why he wants to get to Lillian so bad that he'll kidnap you and her fiancee and attack a Starfleet vessel and its crew, all according to a carefully designed plan that ultimately fails. Lucky break for you all, maybe? Because it all sounds a little suspicious to me, how he had her in his power but she miraculously escaped at the end. I really want to hear you say that she's not secretly working for him, I really do, but I sometimes wonder if all this isn't a big act to make us think that he's the only one we have to worry about…" he said as a slight frown creased his surgically created good looks "…when we really have another traitor in our midst."

There were things Marlo didn't understand, like why when they got the Fenris, Lilly had disappeared without reason, and once again left her son with his grandparents, but she sure as hell wasn't going to tell Sully any of this. She would talk to Lilly about it, but with all the distrust of Sully, the one person she actually wanted to kill, and would probably be okay with it. She shrugged nonchalantly, keeping her expression level, so Sully couldn't read into anything.

"I don't know why Marshall does anything. I didn't even really talk to him back when I knew him. Why don't you ask Marshall? You seem to have unlimited resources and if anyone could find him it's probably you. But believe me when I say we don't have a traitor in our midst when it comes to Lilly."

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PostSubject: Re: Marlo/Some rich kid - Shore Leave   Wed May 23, 2012 10:48 pm

|| Idriis, Spaceport
|| Boardwalk Cafe
|| 1407

Idriis had long been an R&R stopover for ship's crews, and so had ample arrangements for recreation throughout the capital city and the planet as a whole. Still, there were plenty of options immediately adjacent to the spaceport for those less inclined to walk too far from their ships. A line of cafes, eateries, and other reasonably classy establishments dotted the walkways of this sector, expensive both because of their proximity to the spaceport and their luxurious views of the beach.

It was afternoon, and so there was a reasonable amount of pedestrian traffic along the walkway's shops and eateries. It was not crowded enough that the noise prevented civilized conversation, but populated enough that such a conversation could still occur with some privacy. One well-appointed cafe featured a few couples engaged in some early morning negotiations, though what exactly they negotiated was anyone's guess.

At one of the cafe's outdoor tables lounged a handsome looking man, his clothes fashionable and his hair roguishly tousled. Most took him to be some rich playboy wandering the galaxy a while before settling down, and his appearance and attitude suggested he did little to discourage such an evaluation. And, true to form, with an avaricious gleam his eyes locked onto the sight of a statuesque Bajoran officer making her way down the boardwalk.

"Hey there, Red!" he called out with a hint of intoxicated confidence, and no wonder given the empty glasses on the table before him, in apparent defiance of the hour. Or perhaps it was late, for him.

"On shore leave, eh? How 'bout you let me buy you a drink and we make it a memorable one? Or one that you can't remember, those are always the best, amiright?" he offered, lounging in his chair and gesturing to the empty seat next to him suggestively.

Marlo looked around, trying to figure out who the man was calling, there were a couple redheads about, but they were presently engaged so she had to assume it was meant for her. As flattered as she was, Marlo still didn't drink, and was spending her time shopping and checking on the crew; it was her duty after all as first officer. She walked over to the blonde man, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink but I'm flattered, really...and by the looks of things you've had too many already."

He snorted contemptuously at the entirety of her statement. "Well then that's your problem! I'm too far ahead! You gotta catch up, Red." The man signaled to the waiter, ordering two of something, and from across the cafe the waiter silently set about retrieving the order.

"Come on, take seat," he continued, with apparent drunken persistence as he gestured to the empty chair at his table. "Tell me all about that big shiny starship of yours! Have you commenced any enjoyable…docking procedures…lately?" he asked with a lecherous grin, displaying a set of perfect white teeth, perhaps not surprising giving the rest of his well-groomed appearance.

Marlo scrunched up her nose...he was obviously not going to take no for an answer, and so she perched precariously on the edge of the seat he'd offered. Something about him irked her, but she couldn't put her finger on it, but he was right;she was on shore leave; she could afford a little relaxation, however she wasn't going to touch a drop a alcohol--wanting to keeps her wits about her.

"It's not that shiny." She admitted. "It's...a little...used."

That was the understatement of the century to say the least.

The man seemed to find that statement incredibly amusing, and by the time he had finished laughing the waiter arrived with two fizzy blue drinks.

"A little used, huh? I hear that," he remarked, with some sort of vague double entendre implied. "I'm a little worse for wear from my travels around the galaxy myself. Time for a pick me up, eh? Don't worry, it's not alcoholic...usually." He slid one of the drinks over to her, and rather surprisingly, carefully sipped a bit his own instead of gulping at it like one might expect him to do. As he set the nearly-full drink down on the table, the man fixed Marlo with a curious grin.

"So how's your love life aboard this battered old crate of a starship of yours?" Clearly he wasn't wasting any time.

Marlo frowned. She didn't know this man at all--he had no right to ask her that kind of question. She eyed the blue drink wondering whether or not she should try it, considering how had the waiter known to make her a non-alcoholic drink, when the man before her was clearly intoxicated already, before she had sat down.

"I'm sorry...you don't get to ask me something like that. You don't even know my name." She told him coldly.

Something about that made him smirk, and he waved away her disapproval with a flick of his hand. "Come on beautiful, try and keep an open mind. Seems an innocent enough question to me. But we can talk about other things if you like." The man slid the drinks out of the way and put his hand on hers. "How's your career? How's the food on board?" How do you like your co-workers?" The questions were quick, and without apparent interest in an answer.

His air of intoxicated arrogance had disappeared, replaced by a more intense aura of relentless determination, physically evident in his suddenly clenched jaw and steely gaze. The stranger leaned close then, whispering into her ear with an ominously familiar drawl. "How's that lizard of yours…Melon?"

Marlo's eyes went wide as she felt the blood draining from her face. She wrenched her hand away and stood up quickly, backing away from the table. Just the fact that he knew that about her when she could reasonably say that she knew nothing about him could only mean one thing--they'd met before. Then it hit her, the perfect white teeth, the familiar drawl...she knew with full certainty who he was and she knew she should've listened to her gut before.

"Sully."

The handsome features contorted into a sneer. "Guilty as charged. You didn't think anyone here would actually hit on you, did you? Well, you can still tell people you had a date if you like," he said nastily. "But right now we have matters to discuss." His tone changed again, now sounding detached and professional as he reached for his drink and sipped it again.

"So why don't you have a seat and talk with me, Marlo? By which I mean sit down now, or my concealed associate across the way will shoot a micro-point disruptor beam to the back of your spinal cord, dropping you like a sack of spanners," he said casually, but still watched her intently.

"And I am damned unhappy to have to deal with you this way, but you remain obstinately unconvinced of my good intentions in all this and force me to be so…blunt," Sully sighed.

"If you really wanted me to trust you, you wouldn't threaten me at every turn...so I'm not going to sit down, or come any closer, but let's say I do decide to talk with you what then?" Marlo said defiantly.

She crossed her arms across her chest, and turned ever so slightly as she backed up so that her back was against a wall. He didn't seem unhappy in the slightest...in fact he seemed to enjoy his job. She shook her head. How did he keep finding her, and why didn't he leave her alone? He had to have more promising people at his disposal who tolerated...maybe even liked him, so why did he keep hounding her of all people, someone who wanted nothing less then to put a gun to his head and pull the trigger?

"Suit yourself…just don't go getting any ideas about causing a scene." He said the last few words in a loud voice, and at that the half-dozen other patrons of the cafe turned as one and stared coldly at Marlo for a long instant before returning to their apparently mundane conversations, though it seemed likely that they were still monitoring the situation. It was a rare show of force by Sully and his shadowy organization, and it gave a hint as to the gravity of the situation.

He nodded in acknowledgement that the others were in fact his people, and then promptly ignored them as he got down to business. "I'm here today to talk to you about that ship of yours, even if it isn't too shiny. Specifically, it's about your captain. Events of late have cast doubts upon her loyalty to the Federation, and I think you can guess what we do with traitors when we find them." His tone was harsh, dominating; his smile remained pristine.

"Now, that should be enough of an incentive for you: if you don't want Lillian to wind up the victim of an unfortunate 'transporter accident,' then you'll tell me what you know about her recent involvement with this Marshall Frost character," Sully demanded.

"Her involvement with Marshall isn't recent--it's actually really old news. They hadn't spoken since the academy until a couple months ago when he kidnapped Taylor and I to get to her. So why don't you shove your threats up your ass and go get some accurate information?" Marlo growled in a tone so low only Sully could hear her.

"You're cute when you're riled up like that," he responded jovially. "But that's exactly what I'm doing: gathering accurate information from one of my best operatives." Sully clasped his hands behind his head and grinned at her. "Come on now. You must have realized even then that I'd be interested the Doctor's sudden reappearance and contact with the Fenris."

He sniffed. "Now let's stop with the pointless bickering, and you tell me why he wants to get to Lillian so bad that he'll kidnap you and her fiancee and attack a Starfleet vessel and its crew, all according to a carefully designed plan that ultimately fails. Lucky break for you all, maybe? Because it all sounds a little suspicious to me, how he had her in his power but she miraculously escaped at the end. I really want to hear you say that she's not secretly working for him, I really do, but I sometimes wonder if all this isn't a big act to make us think that he's the only one we have to worry about…" he said as a slight frown creased his surgically created good looks "…when we really have another traitor in our midst."

There were things Marlo didn't understand, like why when they got the Fenris, Lilly had disappeared without reason, and once again left her son with his grandparents, but she sure as hell wasn't going to tell Sully any of this. She would talk to Lilly about it, but with all the distrust of Sully, the one person she actually wanted to kill, and would probably be okay with it. She shrugged nonchalantly, keeping her expression level, so Sully couldn't read into anything.

"I don't know why Marshall does anything. I didn't even really talk to him back when I knew him. Why don't you ask Marshall? You seem to have unlimited resources and if anyone could find him it's probably you. But believe me when I say we don't have a traitor in our midst when it comes to Lilly."

Sully just nodded, seeming to accept the part about Lillian for the time being. "It's not that we can't find Marshall…it's that we're not sure we should. I don't want to back him into a corner and have him do something really drastic. We just don't have a clear idea of what his goals are. It can't just be murder and mayhem…there's got to be something more." He frowned, tapping a finger to the side of his head for a moment before snapping out of it.

"Here." He withdrew a small vial from his pocket and tossed it onto the table. "Take it, but be careful. Give it to Lillian and don't let her open it except from behind a level 5 containment field. It's an antigen designed to counteract that plague that hit Betazoid recently." He held up a hand to forestall questions. "Don't start nagging me about why we didn't use it to help all those poor sick people. It's unstable. Reports say it triggers excessive production of antibodies and the person gets killed by their own immune system instead of the disease" Sully grunted irritatedly.

"It's someone's idea of a sick joke, promising that as an antidote, and I've got a good idea whose joke it was. I need Lillian to look at it and confirm it was his handiwork." As he glumly said these words, Sully rested his chin on a hand and gazed blankly at the vial on the table, seemingly lost in thought.
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PostSubject: Re: Marlo/Some rich kid - Shore Leave   Thu May 24, 2012 1:16 pm

|| Idriis, Spaceport
|| Boardwalk Cafe
|| 1407

Idriis had long been an R&R stopover for ship's crews, and so had ample arrangements for recreation throughout the capital city and the planet as a whole. Still, there were plenty of options immediately adjacent to the spaceport for those less inclined to walk too far from their ships. A line of cafes, eateries, and other reasonably classy establishments dotted the walkways of this sector, expensive both because of their proximity to the spaceport and their luxurious views of the beach.

It was afternoon, and so there was a reasonable amount of pedestrian traffic along the walkway's shops and eateries. It was not crowded enough that the noise prevented civilized conversation, but populated enough that such a conversation could still occur with some privacy. One well-appointed cafe featured a few couples engaged in some early morning negotiations, though what exactly they negotiated was anyone's guess.

At one of the cafe's outdoor tables lounged a handsome looking man, his clothes fashionable and his hair roguishly tousled. Most took him to be some rich playboy wandering the galaxy a while before settling down, and his appearance and attitude suggested he did little to discourage such an evaluation. And, true to form, with an avaricious gleam his eyes locked onto the sight of a statuesque Bajoran officer making her way down the boardwalk.

"Hey there, Red!" he called out with a hint of intoxicated confidence, and no wonder given the empty glasses on the table before him, in apparent defiance of the hour. Or perhaps it was late, for him.

"On shore leave, eh? How 'bout you let me buy you a drink and we make it a memorable one? Or one that you can't remember, those are always the best, amiright?" he offered, lounging in his chair and gesturing to the empty seat next to him suggestively.

Marlo looked around, trying to figure out who the man was calling, there were a couple redheads about, but they were presently engaged so she had to assume it was meant for her. As flattered as she was, Marlo still didn't drink, and was spending her time shopping and checking on the crew; it was her duty after all as first officer. She walked over to the blonde man, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink but I'm flattered, really...and by the looks of things you've had too many already."

He snorted contemptuously at the entirety of her statement. "Well then that's your problem! I'm too far ahead! You gotta catch up, Red." The man signaled to the waiter, ordering two of something, and from across the cafe the waiter silently set about retrieving the order.

"Come on, take seat," he continued, with apparent drunken persistence as he gestured to the empty chair at his table. "Tell me all about that big shiny starship of yours! Have you commenced any enjoyable…docking procedures…lately?" he asked with a lecherous grin, displaying a set of perfect white teeth, perhaps not surprising giving the rest of his well-groomed appearance.

Marlo scrunched up her nose...he was obviously not going to take no for an answer, and so she perched precariously on the edge of the seat he'd offered. Something about him irked her, but she couldn't put her finger on it, but he was right;she was on shore leave; she could afford a little relaxation, however she wasn't going to touch a drop a alcohol--wanting to keeps her wits about her.

"It's not that shiny." She admitted. "It's...a little...used."

That was the understatement of the century to say the least.

The man seemed to find that statement incredibly amusing, and by the time he had finished laughing the waiter arrived with two fizzy blue drinks.

"A little used, huh? I hear that," he remarked, with some sort of vague double entendre implied. "I'm a little worse for wear from my travels around the galaxy myself. Time for a pick me up, eh? Don't worry, it's not alcoholic...usually." He slid one of the drinks over to her, and rather surprisingly, carefully sipped a bit his own instead of gulping at it like one might expect him to do. As he set the nearly-full drink down on the table, the man fixed Marlo with a curious grin.

"So how's your love life aboard this battered old crate of a starship of yours?" Clearly he wasn't wasting any time.

Marlo frowned. She didn't know this man at all--he had no right to ask her that kind of question. She eyed the blue drink wondering whether or not she should try it, considering how had the waiter known to make her a non-alcoholic drink, when the man before her was clearly intoxicated already, before she had sat down.

"I'm sorry...you don't get to ask me something like that. You don't even know my name." She told him coldly.

Something about that made him smirk, and he waved away her disapproval with a flick of his hand. "Come on beautiful, try and keep an open mind. Seems an innocent enough question to me. But we can talk about other things if you like." The man slid the drinks out of the way and put his hand on hers. "How's your career? How's the food on board?" How do you like your co-workers?" The questions were quick, and without apparent interest in an answer.

His air of intoxicated arrogance had disappeared, replaced by a more intense aura of relentless determination, physically evident in his suddenly clenched jaw and steely gaze. The stranger leaned close then, whispering into her ear with an ominously familiar drawl. "How's that lizard of yours…Melon?"

Marlo's eyes went wide as she felt the blood draining from her face. She wrenched her hand away and stood up quickly, backing away from the table. Just the fact that he knew that about her when she could reasonably say that she knew nothing about him could only mean one thing--they'd met before. Then it hit her, the perfect white teeth, the familiar drawl...she knew with full certainty who he was and she knew she should've listened to her gut before.

"Sully."

The handsome features contorted into a sneer. "Guilty as charged. You didn't think anyone here would actually hit on you, did you? Well, you can still tell people you had a date if you like," he said nastily. "But right now we have matters to discuss." His tone changed again, now sounding detached and professional as he reached for his drink and sipped it again.

"So why don't you have a seat and talk with me, Marlo? By which I mean sit down now, or my concealed associate across the way will shoot a micro-point disruptor beam to the back of your spinal cord, dropping you like a sack of spanners," he said casually, but still watched her intently.

"And I am damned unhappy to have to deal with you this way, but you remain obstinately unconvinced of my good intentions in all this and force me to be so…blunt," Sully sighed.

"If you really wanted me to trust you, you wouldn't threaten me at every turn...so I'm not going to sit down, or come any closer, but let's say I do decide to talk with you what then?" Marlo said defiantly.

She crossed her arms across her chest, and turned ever so slightly as she backed up so that her back was against a wall. He didn't seem unhappy in the slightest...in fact he seemed to enjoy his job. She shook her head. How did he keep finding her, and why didn't he leave her alone? He had to have more promising people at his disposal who tolerated...maybe even liked him, so why did he keep hounding her of all people, someone who wanted nothing less then to put a gun to his head and pull the trigger?

"Suit yourself…just don't go getting any ideas about causing a scene." He said the last few words in a loud voice, and at that the half-dozen other patrons of the cafe turned as one and stared coldly at Marlo for a long instant before returning to their apparently mundane conversations, though it seemed likely that they were still monitoring the situation. It was a rare show of force by Sully and his shadowy organization, and it gave a hint as to the gravity of the situation.

He nodded in acknowledgement that the others were in fact his people, and then promptly ignored them as he got down to business. "I'm here today to talk to you about that ship of yours, even if it isn't too shiny. Specifically, it's about your captain. Events of late have cast doubts upon her loyalty to the Federation, and I think you can guess what we do with traitors when we find them." His tone was harsh, dominating; his smile remained pristine.

"Now, that should be enough of an incentive for you: if you don't want Lillian to wind up the victim of an unfortunate 'transporter accident,' then you'll tell me what you know about her recent involvement with this Marshall Frost character," Sully demanded.

"Her involvement with Marshall isn't recent--it's actually really old news. They hadn't spoken since the academy until a couple months ago when he kidnapped Taylor and I to get to her. So why don't you shove your threats up your ass and go get some accurate information?" Marlo growled in a tone so low only Sully could hear her.

"You're cute when you're riled up like that," he responded jovially. "But that's exactly what I'm doing: gathering accurate information from one of my best operatives." Sully clasped his hands behind his head and grinned at her. "Come on now. You must have realized even then that I'd be interested the Doctor's sudden reappearance and contact with the Fenris."

He sniffed. "Now let's stop with the pointless bickering, and you tell me why he wants to get to Lillian so bad that he'll kidnap you and her fiancee and attack a Starfleet vessel and its crew, all according to a carefully designed plan that ultimately fails. Lucky break for you all, maybe? Because it all sounds a little suspicious to me, how he had her in his power but she miraculously escaped at the end. I really want to hear you say that she's not secretly working for him, I really do, but I sometimes wonder if all this isn't a big act to make us think that he's the only one we have to worry about…" he said as a slight frown creased his surgically created good looks "…when we really have another traitor in our midst."

There were things Marlo didn't understand, like why when they got the Fenris, Lilly had disappeared without reason, and once again left her son with his grandparents, but she sure as hell wasn't going to tell Sully any of this. She would talk to Lilly about it, but with all the distrust of Sully, the one person she actually wanted to kill, and would probably be okay with it. She shrugged nonchalantly, keeping her expression level, so Sully couldn't read into anything.

"I don't know why Marshall does anything. I didn't even really talk to him back when I knew him. Why don't you ask Marshall? You seem to have unlimited resources and if anyone could find him it's probably you. But believe me when I say we don't have a traitor in our midst when it comes to Lilly."

Sully just nodded, seeming to accept the part about Lillian for the time being. "It's not that we can't find Marshall…it's that we're not sure we should. I don't want to back him into a corner and have him do something really drastic. We just don't have a clear idea of what his goals are. It can't just be murder and mayhem…there's got to be something more." He frowned, tapping a finger to the side of his head for a moment before snapping out of it.

"Here." He withdrew a small vial from his pocket and tossed it onto the table. "Take it, but be careful. Give it to Lillian and don't let her open it except from behind a level 5 containment field. It's an antigen designed to counteract that plague that hit Betazoid recently." He held up a hand to forestall questions. "Don't start nagging me about why we didn't use it to help all those poor sick people. It's unstable. Reports say it triggers excessive production of antibodies and the person gets killed by their own immune system instead of the disease" Sully grunted irritatedly.

"It's someone's idea of a sick joke, promising that as an antidote, and I've got a good idea whose joke it was. I need Lillian to look at it and confirm it was his handiwork." As he glumly said these words, Sully rested his chin on a hand and gazed blankly at the vial on the table, seemingly lost in thought.

"Unless you can promise me that it won't harm her, her unborn child, her son, her fiance, me, our crew, or our ship...no." Marlo shook her head defiantly.

She hadn't even made the slightest movement like she was going to take the vial, and remained up against the wall, arms folded across her chest. As much as she wanted this conversation over with so she could go back to her shopping, until she had full assurance that it wouldn't harm anyone, Lilly wasn't even going to get it until Marlo herself ran some tests on it. She didn't trust Sully's word as far as she could throw him.

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PostSubject: Re: Marlo/Some rich kid - Shore Leave   Thu May 24, 2012 9:37 pm

|| Idriis, Spaceport
|| Boardwalk Cafe
|| 1407

Idriis had long been an R&R stopover for ship's crews, and so had ample arrangements for recreation throughout the capital city and the planet as a whole. Still, there were plenty of options immediately adjacent to the spaceport for those less inclined to walk too far from their ships. A line of cafes, eateries, and other reasonably classy establishments dotted the walkways of this sector, expensive both because of their proximity to the spaceport and their luxurious views of the beach.

It was afternoon, and so there was a reasonable amount of pedestrian traffic along the walkway's shops and eateries. It was not crowded enough that the noise prevented civilized conversation, but populated enough that such a conversation could still occur with some privacy. One well-appointed cafe featured a few couples engaged in some early morning negotiations, though what exactly they negotiated was anyone's guess.

At one of the cafe's outdoor tables lounged a handsome looking man, his clothes fashionable and his hair roguishly tousled. Most took him to be some rich playboy wandering the galaxy a while before settling down, and his appearance and attitude suggested he did little to discourage such an evaluation. And, true to form, with an avaricious gleam his eyes locked onto the sight of a statuesque Bajoran officer making her way down the boardwalk.

"Hey there, Red!" he called out with a hint of intoxicated confidence, and no wonder given the empty glasses on the table before him, in apparent defiance of the hour. Or perhaps it was late, for him.

"On shore leave, eh? How 'bout you let me buy you a drink and we make it a memorable one? Or one that you can't remember, those are always the best, amiright?" he offered, lounging in his chair and gesturing to the empty seat next to him suggestively.

Marlo looked around, trying to figure out who the man was calling, there were a couple redheads about, but they were presently engaged so she had to assume it was meant for her. As flattered as she was, Marlo still didn't drink, and was spending her time shopping and checking on the crew; it was her duty after all as first officer. She walked over to the blonde man, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink but I'm flattered, really...and by the looks of things you've had too many already."

He snorted contemptuously at the entirety of her statement. "Well then that's your problem! I'm too far ahead! You gotta catch up, Red." The man signaled to the waiter, ordering two of something, and from across the cafe the waiter silently set about retrieving the order.

"Come on, take seat," he continued, with apparent drunken persistence as he gestured to the empty chair at his table. "Tell me all about that big shiny starship of yours! Have you commenced any enjoyable…docking procedures…lately?" he asked with a lecherous grin, displaying a set of perfect white teeth, perhaps not surprising giving the rest of his well-groomed appearance.

Marlo scrunched up her nose...he was obviously not going to take no for an answer, and so she perched precariously on the edge of the seat he'd offered. Something about him irked her, but she couldn't put her finger on it, but he was right;she was on shore leave; she could afford a little relaxation, however she wasn't going to touch a drop a alcohol--wanting to keeps her wits about her.

"It's not that shiny." She admitted. "It's...a little...used."

That was the understatement of the century to say the least.

The man seemed to find that statement incredibly amusing, and by the time he had finished laughing the waiter arrived with two fizzy blue drinks.

"A little used, huh? I hear that," he remarked, with some sort of vague double entendre implied. "I'm a little worse for wear from my travels around the galaxy myself. Time for a pick me up, eh? Don't worry, it's not alcoholic...usually." He slid one of the drinks over to her, and rather surprisingly, carefully sipped a bit his own instead of gulping at it like one might expect him to do. As he set the nearly-full drink down on the table, the man fixed Marlo with a curious grin.

"So how's your love life aboard this battered old crate of a starship of yours?" Clearly he wasn't wasting any time.

Marlo frowned. She didn't know this man at all--he had no right to ask her that kind of question. She eyed the blue drink wondering whether or not she should try it, considering how had the waiter known to make her a non-alcoholic drink, when the man before her was clearly intoxicated already, before she had sat down.

"I'm sorry...you don't get to ask me something like that. You don't even know my name." She told him coldly.

Something about that made him smirk, and he waved away her disapproval with a flick of his hand. "Come on beautiful, try and keep an open mind. Seems an innocent enough question to me. But we can talk about other things if you like." The man slid the drinks out of the way and put his hand on hers. "How's your career? How's the food on board?" How do you like your co-workers?" The questions were quick, and without apparent interest in an answer.

His air of intoxicated arrogance had disappeared, replaced by a more intense aura of relentless determination, physically evident in his suddenly clenched jaw and steely gaze. The stranger leaned close then, whispering into her ear with an ominously familiar drawl. "How's that lizard of yours…Melon?"

Marlo's eyes went wide as she felt the blood draining from her face. She wrenched her hand away and stood up quickly, backing away from the table. Just the fact that he knew that about her when she could reasonably say that she knew nothing about him could only mean one thing--they'd met before. Then it hit her, the perfect white teeth, the familiar drawl...she knew with full certainty who he was and she knew she should've listened to her gut before.

"Sully."

The handsome features contorted into a sneer. "Guilty as charged. You didn't think anyone here would actually hit on you, did you? Well, you can still tell people you had a date if you like," he said nastily. "But right now we have matters to discuss." His tone changed again, now sounding detached and professional as he reached for his drink and sipped it again.

"So why don't you have a seat and talk with me, Marlo? By which I mean sit down now, or my concealed associate across the way will shoot a micro-point disruptor beam to the back of your spinal cord, dropping you like a sack of spanners," he said casually, but still watched her intently.

"And I am damned unhappy to have to deal with you this way, but you remain obstinately unconvinced of my good intentions in all this and force me to be so…blunt," Sully sighed.

"If you really wanted me to trust you, you wouldn't threaten me at every turn...so I'm not going to sit down, or come any closer, but let's say I do decide to talk with you what then?" Marlo said defiantly.

She crossed her arms across her chest, and turned ever so slightly as she backed up so that her back was against a wall. He didn't seem unhappy in the slightest...in fact he seemed to enjoy his job. She shook her head. How did he keep finding her, and why didn't he leave her alone? He had to have more promising people at his disposal who tolerated...maybe even liked him, so why did he keep hounding her of all people, someone who wanted nothing less then to put a gun to his head and pull the trigger?

"Suit yourself…just don't go getting any ideas about causing a scene." He said the last few words in a loud voice, and at that the half-dozen other patrons of the cafe turned as one and stared coldly at Marlo for a long instant before returning to their apparently mundane conversations, though it seemed likely that they were still monitoring the situation. It was a rare show of force by Sully and his shadowy organization, and it gave a hint as to the gravity of the situation.

He nodded in acknowledgement that the others were in fact his people, and then promptly ignored them as he got down to business. "I'm here today to talk to you about that ship of yours, even if it isn't too shiny. Specifically, it's about your captain. Events of late have cast doubts upon her loyalty to the Federation, and I think you can guess what we do with traitors when we find them." His tone was harsh, dominating; his smile remained pristine.

"Now, that should be enough of an incentive for you: if you don't want Lillian to wind up the victim of an unfortunate 'transporter accident,' then you'll tell me what you know about her recent involvement with this Marshall Frost character," Sully demanded.

"Her involvement with Marshall isn't recent--it's actually really old news. They hadn't spoken since the academy until a couple months ago when he kidnapped Taylor and I to get to her. So why don't you shove your threats up your ass and go get some accurate information?" Marlo growled in a tone so low only Sully could hear her.

"You're cute when you're riled up like that," he responded jovially. "But that's exactly what I'm doing: gathering accurate information from one of my best operatives." Sully clasped his hands behind his head and grinned at her. "Come on now. You must have realized even then that I'd be interested the Doctor's sudden reappearance and contact with the Fenris."

He sniffed. "Now let's stop with the pointless bickering, and you tell me why he wants to get to Lillian so bad that he'll kidnap you and her fiancee and attack a Starfleet vessel and its crew, all according to a carefully designed plan that ultimately fails. Lucky break for you all, maybe? Because it all sounds a little suspicious to me, how he had her in his power but she miraculously escaped at the end. I really want to hear you say that she's not secretly working for him, I really do, but I sometimes wonder if all this isn't a big act to make us think that he's the only one we have to worry about…" he said as a slight frown creased his surgically created good looks "…when we really have another traitor in our midst."

There were things Marlo didn't understand, like why when they got the Fenris, Lilly had disappeared without reason, and once again left her son with his grandparents, but she sure as hell wasn't going to tell Sully any of this. She would talk to Lilly about it, but with all the distrust of Sully, the one person she actually wanted to kill, and would probably be okay with it. She shrugged nonchalantly, keeping her expression level, so Sully couldn't read into anything.

"I don't know why Marshall does anything. I didn't even really talk to him back when I knew him. Why don't you ask Marshall? You seem to have unlimited resources and if anyone could find him it's probably you. But believe me when I say we don't have a traitor in our midst when it comes to Lilly."

Sully just nodded, seeming to accept the part about Lillian for the time being. "It's not that we can't find Marshall…it's that we're not sure we should. I don't want to back him into a corner and have him do something really drastic. We just don't have a clear idea of what his goals are. It can't just be murder and mayhem…there's got to be something more." He frowned, tapping a finger to the side of his head for a moment before snapping out of it.

"Here." He withdrew a small vial from his pocket and tossed it onto the table. "Take it, but be careful. Give it to Lillian and don't let her open it except from behind a level 5 containment field. It's an antigen designed to counteract that plague that hit Betazoid recently." He held up a hand to forestall questions. "Don't start nagging me about why we didn't use it to help all those poor sick people. It's unstable. Reports say it triggers excessive production of antibodies and the person gets killed by their own immune system instead of the disease" Sully grunted irritatedly.

"It's someone's idea of a sick joke, promising that as an antidote, and I've got a good idea whose joke it was. I need Lillian to look at it and confirm it was his handiwork." As he glumly said these words, Sully rested his chin on a hand and gazed blankly at the vial on the table, seemingly lost in thought.

"Unless you can promise me that it won't harm her, her unborn child, her son, her fiance, me, our crew, or our ship...no." Marlo shook her head defiantly.

She hadn't even made the slightest movement like she was going to take the vial, and remained up against the wall, arms folded across her chest. As much as she wanted this conversation over with so she could go back to her shopping, until she had full assurance that it wouldn't harm anyone, Lilly wasn't even going to get it until Marlo herself ran some tests on it. She didn't trust Sully's word as far as she could throw him.

"Well, the crew and the fiancee might be all right," he offered dully. "And as for her kids, born and unborn, well…50-50 chance. But given that it was concocted by the good doctor Frost, I'd say it is very likely harmful to Lillian and telepaths in general." There was no real malice or intensity in his voice, just a matter of fact statement.

"Hence the recommendation for a containment field. I want to know why it won't act as a viable counter to that plague like he said it would, and she has the most experience with Frost's work...including some first hand cooperation with him, I hear," Sully added wryly. "So be a good girl and take it please. If she's as loyal to the Federation as you say then she should jump at the chance to work on a real counter to Frost's plots."

"Besides…" he mused, letting his eyes drift up to meet hers. "…would you prefer I pay Lillian a visit to deliver it to her in person?"
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PostSubject: Re: Marlo/Some rich kid - Shore Leave   Mon May 28, 2012 2:41 am

|| Idriis, Spaceport
|| Boardwalk Cafe
|| 1407

Idriis had long been an R&R stopover for ship's crews, and so had ample arrangements for recreation throughout the capital city and the planet as a whole. Still, there were plenty of options immediately adjacent to the spaceport for those less inclined to walk too far from their ships. A line of cafes, eateries, and other reasonably classy establishments dotted the walkways of this sector, expensive both because of their proximity to the spaceport and their luxurious views of the beach.

It was afternoon, and so there was a reasonable amount of pedestrian traffic along the walkway's shops and eateries. It was not crowded enough that the noise prevented civilized conversation, but populated enough that such a conversation could still occur with some privacy. One well-appointed cafe featured a few couples engaged in some early morning negotiations, though what exactly they negotiated was anyone's guess.

At one of the cafe's outdoor tables lounged a handsome looking man, his clothes fashionable and his hair roguishly tousled. Most took him to be some rich playboy wandering the galaxy a while before settling down, and his appearance and attitude suggested he did little to discourage such an evaluation. And, true to form, with an avaricious gleam his eyes locked onto the sight of a statuesque Bajoran officer making her way down the boardwalk.

"Hey there, Red!" he called out with a hint of intoxicated confidence, and no wonder given the empty glasses on the table before him, in apparent defiance of the hour. Or perhaps it was late, for him.

"On shore leave, eh? How 'bout you let me buy you a drink and we make it a memorable one? Or one that you can't remember, those are always the best, amiright?" he offered, lounging in his chair and gesturing to the empty seat next to him suggestively.

Marlo looked around, trying to figure out who the man was calling, there were a couple redheads about, but they were presently engaged so she had to assume it was meant for her. As flattered as she was, Marlo still didn't drink, and was spending her time shopping and checking on the crew; it was her duty after all as first officer. She walked over to the blonde man, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink but I'm flattered, really...and by the looks of things you've had too many already."

He snorted contemptuously at the entirety of her statement. "Well then that's your problem! I'm too far ahead! You gotta catch up, Red." The man signaled to the waiter, ordering two of something, and from across the cafe the waiter silently set about retrieving the order.

"Come on, take seat," he continued, with apparent drunken persistence as he gestured to the empty chair at his table. "Tell me all about that big shiny starship of yours! Have you commenced any enjoyable…docking procedures…lately?" he asked with a lecherous grin, displaying a set of perfect white teeth, perhaps not surprising giving the rest of his well-groomed appearance.

Marlo scrunched up her nose...he was obviously not going to take no for an answer, and so she perched precariously on the edge of the seat he'd offered. Something about him irked her, but she couldn't put her finger on it, but he was right;she was on shore leave; she could afford a little relaxation, however she wasn't going to touch a drop a alcohol--wanting to keeps her wits about her.

"It's not that shiny." She admitted. "It's...a little...used."

That was the understatement of the century to say the least.

The man seemed to find that statement incredibly amusing, and by the time he had finished laughing the waiter arrived with two fizzy blue drinks.

"A little used, huh? I hear that," he remarked, with some sort of vague double entendre implied. "I'm a little worse for wear from my travels around the galaxy myself. Time for a pick me up, eh? Don't worry, it's not alcoholic...usually." He slid one of the drinks over to her, and rather surprisingly, carefully sipped a bit his own instead of gulping at it like one might expect him to do. As he set the nearly-full drink down on the table, the man fixed Marlo with a curious grin.

"So how's your love life aboard this battered old crate of a starship of yours?" Clearly he wasn't wasting any time.

Marlo frowned. She didn't know this man at all--he had no right to ask her that kind of question. She eyed the blue drink wondering whether or not she should try it, considering how had the waiter known to make her a non-alcoholic drink, when the man before her was clearly intoxicated already, before she had sat down.

"I'm sorry...you don't get to ask me something like that. You don't even know my name." She told him coldly.

Something about that made him smirk, and he waved away her disapproval with a flick of his hand. "Come on beautiful, try and keep an open mind. Seems an innocent enough question to me. But we can talk about other things if you like." The man slid the drinks out of the way and put his hand on hers. "How's your career? How's the food on board?" How do you like your co-workers?" The questions were quick, and without apparent interest in an answer.

His air of intoxicated arrogance had disappeared, replaced by a more intense aura of relentless determination, physically evident in his suddenly clenched jaw and steely gaze. The stranger leaned close then, whispering into her ear with an ominously familiar drawl. "How's that lizard of yours…Melon?"

Marlo's eyes went wide as she felt the blood draining from her face. She wrenched her hand away and stood up quickly, backing away from the table. Just the fact that he knew that about her when she could reasonably say that she knew nothing about him could only mean one thing--they'd met before. Then it hit her, the perfect white teeth, the familiar drawl...she knew with full certainty who he was and she knew she should've listened to her gut before.

"Sully."

The handsome features contorted into a sneer. "Guilty as charged. You didn't think anyone here would actually hit on you, did you? Well, you can still tell people you had a date if you like," he said nastily. "But right now we have matters to discuss." His tone changed again, now sounding detached and professional as he reached for his drink and sipped it again.

"So why don't you have a seat and talk with me, Marlo? By which I mean sit down now, or my concealed associate across the way will shoot a micro-point disruptor beam to the back of your spinal cord, dropping you like a sack of spanners," he said casually, but still watched her intently.

"And I am damned unhappy to have to deal with you this way, but you remain obstinately unconvinced of my good intentions in all this and force me to be so…blunt," Sully sighed.

"If you really wanted me to trust you, you wouldn't threaten me at every turn...so I'm not going to sit down, or come any closer, but let's say I do decide to talk with you what then?" Marlo said defiantly.

She crossed her arms across her chest, and turned ever so slightly as she backed up so that her back was against a wall. He didn't seem unhappy in the slightest...in fact he seemed to enjoy his job. She shook her head. How did he keep finding her, and why didn't he leave her alone? He had to have more promising people at his disposal who tolerated...maybe even liked him, so why did he keep hounding her of all people, someone who wanted nothing less then to put a gun to his head and pull the trigger?

"Suit yourself…just don't go getting any ideas about causing a scene." He said the last few words in a loud voice, and at that the half-dozen other patrons of the cafe turned as one and stared coldly at Marlo for a long instant before returning to their apparently mundane conversations, though it seemed likely that they were still monitoring the situation. It was a rare show of force by Sully and his shadowy organization, and it gave a hint as to the gravity of the situation.

He nodded in acknowledgement that the others were in fact his people, and then promptly ignored them as he got down to business. "I'm here today to talk to you about that ship of yours, even if it isn't too shiny. Specifically, it's about your captain. Events of late have cast doubts upon her loyalty to the Federation, and I think you can guess what we do with traitors when we find them." His tone was harsh, dominating; his smile remained pristine.

"Now, that should be enough of an incentive for you: if you don't want Lillian to wind up the victim of an unfortunate 'transporter accident,' then you'll tell me what you know about her recent involvement with this Marshall Frost character," Sully demanded.

"Her involvement with Marshall isn't recent--it's actually really old news. They hadn't spoken since the academy until a couple months ago when he kidnapped Taylor and I to get to her. So why don't you shove your threats up your ass and go get some accurate information?" Marlo growled in a tone so low only Sully could hear her.

"You're cute when you're riled up like that," he responded jovially. "But that's exactly what I'm doing: gathering accurate information from one of my best operatives." Sully clasped his hands behind his head and grinned at her. "Come on now. You must have realized even then that I'd be interested the Doctor's sudden reappearance and contact with the Fenris."

He sniffed. "Now let's stop with the pointless bickering, and you tell me why he wants to get to Lillian so bad that he'll kidnap you and her fiancee and attack a Starfleet vessel and its crew, all according to a carefully designed plan that ultimately fails. Lucky break for you all, maybe? Because it all sounds a little suspicious to me, how he had her in his power but she miraculously escaped at the end. I really want to hear you say that she's not secretly working for him, I really do, but I sometimes wonder if all this isn't a big act to make us think that he's the only one we have to worry about…" he said as a slight frown creased his surgically created good looks "…when we really have another traitor in our midst."

There were things Marlo didn't understand, like why when they got the Fenris, Lilly had disappeared without reason, and once again left her son with his grandparents, but she sure as hell wasn't going to tell Sully any of this. She would talk to Lilly about it, but with all the distrust of Sully, the one person she actually wanted to kill, and would probably be okay with it. She shrugged nonchalantly, keeping her expression level, so Sully couldn't read into anything.

"I don't know why Marshall does anything. I didn't even really talk to him back when I knew him. Why don't you ask Marshall? You seem to have unlimited resources and if anyone could find him it's probably you. But believe me when I say we don't have a traitor in our midst when it comes to Lilly."

Sully just nodded, seeming to accept the part about Lillian for the time being. "It's not that we can't find Marshall…it's that we're not sure we should. I don't want to back him into a corner and have him do something really drastic. We just don't have a clear idea of what his goals are. It can't just be murder and mayhem…there's got to be something more." He frowned, tapping a finger to the side of his head for a moment before snapping out of it.

"Here." He withdrew a small vial from his pocket and tossed it onto the table. "Take it, but be careful. Give it to Lillian and don't let her open it except from behind a level 5 containment field. It's an antigen designed to counteract that plague that hit Betazoid recently." He held up a hand to forestall questions. "Don't start nagging me about why we didn't use it to help all those poor sick people. It's unstable. Reports say it triggers excessive production of antibodies and the person gets killed by their own immune system instead of the disease" Sully grunted irritatedly.

"It's someone's idea of a sick joke, promising that as an antidote, and I've got a good idea whose joke it was. I need Lillian to look at it and confirm it was his handiwork." As he glumly said these words, Sully rested his chin on a hand and gazed blankly at the vial on the table, seemingly lost in thought.

"Unless you can promise me that it won't harm her, her unborn child, her son, her fiance, me, our crew, or our ship...no." Marlo shook her head defiantly.

She hadn't even made the slightest movement like she was going to take the vial, and remained up against the wall, arms folded across her chest. As much as she wanted this conversation over with so she could go back to her shopping, until she had full assurance that it wouldn't harm anyone, Lilly wasn't even going to get it until Marlo herself ran some tests on it. She didn't trust Sully's word as far as she could throw him.

"Well, the crew and the fiancee might be all right," he offered dully. "And as for her kids, born and unborn, well…50-50 chance. But given that it was concocted by the good doctor Frost, I'd say it is very likely harmful to Lillian and telepaths in general." There was no real malice or intensity in his voice, just a matter of fact statement.

"Hence the recommendation for a containment field. I want to know why it won't act as a viable counter to that plague like he said it would, and she has the most experience with Frost's work...including some first hand cooperation with him, I hear," Sully added wryly. "So be a good girl and take it please. If she's as loyal to the Federation as you say then she should jump at the chance to work on a real counter to Frost's plots."

"Besides…" he mused, letting his eyes drift up to meet hers. "…would you prefer I pay Lillian a visit to deliver it to her in person?"

Marlo snorted in contempt. "Even if I said no, which is absolutely true, I honestly don't think that would stop you. It hasn't before. However, I'm sure she would love to see you again, possibly to punch you in the face; She hates you almost as much as I do. Now if you'll excuse me, I would rather be anywhere but here."

Marlo rolled her eyes, as she forced an obviously fake smile onto her face, not bothering to hide her contempt for the man in front of her. She picked up the vile between two fingers, like it was something disgusting, as well as retrieving her shopping bags, and left as fast as she could.

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