Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Sausage and Scuttlebutt

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Sausage and Scuttlebutt

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Sausage and Scuttlebutt
Posted by… suppressed (1) by the Post Ghost! 👻
OOC: November 2020

IC:
=^=Synthi-er to Cobb. I need you in my office, Please.=^= Cobb would be able to tell, she was rattled by something.

=^= On my way, lass. On my way. =^= came the reply.

Something had happened. Cobb had grown to know Casela well enough over the past few months to almost take that calm, controlled demeanour for granted. Which made it all the more unnerving when that control slipped. As it had in her message just then.

Grabbing a bottle of aldebaran whiskey, he made his way quickly to the counselling deck and, without knocking, used his own clearance to access her office.
“What is it?” he asked, his eyes searching the room for her. “What’s happened?”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

She was pacing her office, and despite being a decent sized office, as far as they went, the size of an office did not lend itself to pacing unless it was Cobb’s ready room. Upon entering and the door closing she pulled a small device out of her pocket and hit a button, the room sealing itself from unwanted ears and eyes. She paced a few more times before finally coming to a stop by her desk. “It’s…well it might be a matter of ship’s security.” And of course that would mean that she should have contacted Cmdr Raauhl as well. But she was trying to keep those lines firmly clear. Should she have, or wait till she knew for sure. And honestly she was rattled, never in all her years, even with Mad Man, had she ever been this rattled and pissed off. If this wasn’t just a weird coincidences. If someone had taken her cousin and was using her to their own gain against Casela, heads were going to roll in unique and painful ways.

Zachariah nodded, then silently procured and filled two glasses from his bottle. “Go on, lass,” he attempted to reassure Casela that she had his full attention, despite the presence of a newly-topped glass.

“This is what’s wrong.” She spun the computer interface on her desk around. There was a picture of Casela, but with startlingly blue eyes, maybe a bit younger. But the name said “En Juliet Anders, Security, USS Leviathan.” Casela hadn’t reached out to her contacts yet. It would bring notice from people and she didn’t want Shadow Man looking at her right now, not with the crew and so many that could be used against her. Not until she got the go ahead from Cobb.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS (totally rattled and stunned to inaction)

Placing his hands on the desktop, Cobb leaned in close to fully scrutinise the image, his eyebrows rising rapidly as he absorbed each detail in turn. Then, settling into a vacant chair, he indicated towards the image with his glass before commenting, “I saw her name on the intake roster. Didn’t have an accompanying image though. I think you’d better start at the beginning, Cas. Who the hell is Juliet Anders and, more importantly, what does she mean to you?”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Casela didn’t take the drink, not now, she needed her head about her. “I don’t know who Juliet Anders is. But that woman is Juliet Arur. She is…was…” no she was certain of this point, “IS my cousin. We lost her after the occupation. We…we had news,” and she’s up pacing again. The limited space and inability to act, to do something about this irritating her, agitating her. “There was force of Jem’hadar set to head past their home. I went to get them, I went to get her. I don’t know if my uncle and aunt would have come with me, but Juliet…I had to get her.” More pacing, the room getting smaller due to her lengthened pace. “I…I missed them. They were gone, I couldn’t find out where they went. Not then. After…after we found out my uncle and aunt … died. But Juliet, she was gone. Several worlds took our orphans when family couldn’t be found. We don’t know how she ended up in that group. But she never ended up in the rescue orphanages.” She turns suddenly, her fist impaling the wall violently. The rage would be familiar to Zachariah, so similar to the story of Ashlyn Trenton. Except of self loathing, something has turned that rage outward. “I have no idea where she,” she points at the picture, “came from or why she is here. I know it’s her, I would know her mind anywhere, but she does not know me.” She turns a dangerous gaze towards Cobb. “I am concerned that someone has sent her here because of me. And that puts the ship at risk. It’s possible she does know me but is very adept at hiding it. She may not know she was sent here for me, she…I don’t know. But.” She would love nothing more than this to be a happenstance of fate to have Juliet returned to her, but her history, her job, her time in Star Fleet, simply who she is, the threat of Shadow Man makes her unwilling to take anything for granted.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS