Posted by Civilian Dawson (Intelligence Operative) in Intelligence Office - Department Briefing

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Intelligence Office - Department Briefing

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Faye nodded again. “That can be complicated but also useful. What about in a crisis? Do I call you? Pretend you’re just some random person on the ship? In what ways can I count on you Mr. Dawson?” She wasn’t interested in playing games with people, and certainly not those who were supposed to be on her team.

Dawson nodded understanding. “Yes you can call upon me as you see fit. I’m trained in many forms of combat and can train anyone who wishes to learn something. I’ve spent years studying battle strategy. And I’ve spent even more time learning how to better know the enemy, whoever that may be at the time. In a crisis, you can absolutely call upon me to assist in whatever way you need. Ultimately, I’m at your disposal. You won’t get much grief from me.”

As she was talking, Faye typed out a message to Marishka, requesting her presence in the Intelligence Office. She did this, rather than call her over the comm since discretion was rather the point here.

~Faye Calloway, CIO

Marishka had just changed clothes from a heavy workout and shower when she got the text. It wasn’t something she had expected, but why not? I’m meeting with an intelligence officer, what an interesting day this was going to be. A few minutes later she was ringing the chime.

• Marishka

Faye tapped a couple keys on her desk to unlock the door. “Come on in,” she said, swivelling to face the door.

She smiled. “Welcome to my lair, Marishka. ” She gestured to Dawson. “Apparently you two we well acquainted and your name come up for a couple different reason. Since you and I keep struggling to have a private conversation, and Dawson here is allowed to be privy to it, I figured we might as well have a pow wow, if you don’t mind?” Faye looked around and realized she only had the two chairs, so sat up and slid hers towards the moonlighting lounge host and simply slipped up into a clear area of her desk, her legs crossed at the knee.

~Faye Calloway, CIO

Marishka walked into the room with the typical confidence she displayed when going into a new situation. To her in any line of work she chose at this moment, every situation seemed to be a social situation. This time, she hadn’t brought a gift though. She exhibited only mild surprise that Dawson was there with one slightly raised eyebrow. She took the chair Faye had offered and slid in comfortably.

“Yes, acquainted would seem to be a general way to describe how Dawson and I know each other. I suppose my name would be brought up in conversations you two might have. So, let’s chat.”

• Marishka

Dawson eyed Marishka for a lingering moment as she took a seat. He then turned to Faye to lead the conversation.

-Dawson

Calloway seemed to be momentarily lost in thought before she focused on Dawson and Marishka in turn. “So, as a Starfleet officer and an Intelligence officer, I’m pretty adverse to anyone trying to harm people on our ships’ manifest. So the first question I have is, is this fake marriage of yours going to give me a headache at any point down the line given that the Captain is involved, and are there any related security threats I should be made aware of? I have no doubt given your background that you’ve made sure that measures were taken, but still, I’d like to know in case this information is important to let others aware of.”

~Faye Calloway, CIO