Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Sausage and Scuttlebutt
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Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Sausage and Scuttlebutt

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Sausage and Scuttlebutt
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She went back to the desk with him, but leaned against it instead of sitting. “That’s the thing, I can find out, but should I? I’ve already grabbed the displeasure of the brass, of the shadow. IF she’s tied to any of that and I go snooping, it won’t end well for me. I’m okay with that. What I’m not okay with is if they decide to come after the crew to get to me. Best case they recall me and I go. Worst case ....” she left that hanging in the air.

“We could certainly confront it here, but have you looked at her combat record and training?” She pulls it up on the screen. “I’d be going up against my doppelganger, mentally and physically.” The similarities between them was uncanny. And it raised the question if someone had done that intentionally.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“Aye,” he nodded at the service record being displayed on the terminal, “I’ve seen. And as the captain of this ship, I have to say, she’s an asset I would consider myself fortunate to have on my team. If I knew no more than what was written there, that is.”

He sighed and gulped at his drink. “It seems we have two choices here. We accept her as presented to us and hope that the gift does not turn out to be a trojan horse. And that would mean you having to live with her being on board and working side by side with her as part of the RTF. Or,” he continued, “we dig. And you’re not the only one with connections on this ship. Maybe, for your own safety, we should hand this one over to Remington, see what he might be able to uncover?”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Casela started pacing again, this time just in thought. “I hate being on this ship,” she muttered. Zachariah would understand though, she’d been on her own for so long. The risk to herself was nothing, it didn’t bother her. She’d simply do what had to be done. On board Leviathan she had a very large crew to consider. And she was never one to risk innocent lives, but Levi was different. They were family and it forced her to pause and wait. And waiting for someone else to make the decision that needed to be made was hard. Could she do it? Of course, did she want to? Not at all. She stopped pacing and looked at him. “Before I would have taken my shuttle and just taken care of it, no matter the outcome. Now…” she was tempted to punch something again in frustration but figured Zachariah would put his foot down over this.

“Aye,” Cobb nodded. The weight of responsibility, to have the lives of so many at your fingertips, was a burden that most struggled to bear. Especially when that weight restricted one’s abandon for their own, apathetic existence.

It goaded her to give Remington more information about her and why she did what she did, but…but she’d taken him to Delotha. And that was her greatest secret and he hadn’t betrayed them. She settled into a chair, finally. “You know this bugs me, but you’re right. If there is a paper trail, Remington will find it. Hell he found us didn’t he?”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“I know,” Zachariah winked, a trace of smug satisfaction flitting across his face. “But he’s the best at what he does and right now that is exactly what we need.”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Casela nodded from her chair. Cobb looked just a little too smug at her expense, but he was right. “Alright, but in the mean time I can’t promise or even guess what will happen the next time we run into each other. And I’m still the ship’s counselor and if there is something going on with her, well, as you said, my staff and I are very good at what we do.” She got, opened hidden locker in the wall and took out a bottle and a glass and set it on the desk. A bottle of Glenfiddich 21 year old single malt Scotch whiskey. She opened it and poured a glass. “I procured this for you. I hope it’s as good as it was recommended to be.” She handed it to him and then took a seat. “Alright, my problem aside. I was on my way to see you when I discovered Juliet, to discuss our new CSO. I just finished my evaluation with him. I had to sanitize my office after he left. This man is going to need careful watching. Let’s talk about him.”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Zachariah brought the glass to his nose and savoured the aroma. “Your recommendations are top notch, lass,” he commented appreciatively as he took a first, delicate sip.

The mention of their new Ferengi Science Chief, however, saw him downing the remainder of the glass in a desperate gulp.
“A curse on whoever at the ARU thought it would be entertaining to send me a bloody Ferengi to head up my science division!” he spat. “I mean, by the gods, Cas! Do they not consider me to have enough problems already?”

At that Casela remembered something Raauhl had said on more than one occasion, and thought within her presence too, trying to rile her no doubt: “I have heard it said, Zachariah that the ARU was better guarded and more effecient at secrecy than Section 31. If so, how in the name of the four gods of Betazed did a Ferengi get placed into the ARU on the officer exchange program?”

His now familiar signature of exasperation - a heavy sigh followed by a hand run raggedly through his hair. And then Cobb savoured his drink for a moment and shrugged.
“Still, he seems to know his stuff where anomalies are concerned. And his connections, I am led to believe, are more impressive, even, than Olash. Perhaps he can be of use if we approach this relationship from the right angle?”
His expression invited Casela’s own opinion on the matter.

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

“Well we’ll see, but we’ll have to tread carefully. He’s not stupid. I have a....tentative business arrangement with him at the moment.” She held up a hand to stop the concern and outpouring of it that she knew would come from Cobb. “Right now it’s simple. He’s going to get me a knife I want, and I’m going to tell him what the Federation knows about him. Not really a risk since he already knows about himself. Now let’s look at his marching orders.” She pulled the information up on her display and turned it where they both could see it: the transfer orders and directive straight from Rear Admiral Vincent T. Jansson reading “DaiMon Lazol is to, hereby and henceforth, assume the duties of ARU Chief Science officer onboard the USS Leviathan retaining his rank of DaiMon equivalent to a Starfleet Captain as well as duties of an Ambassador of the Ferengi Alliance. Do whatever needs to be done to further the understanding of the anomalies. When in regards to ARU matters Lazol is the highest ranking person onboard and has control over what is done with the anomalies and has discretion with their future.

“Alright let’s break this down he’s the new CSO which means he’s in charge of science, and in that there is no real danger. He’s a man of science and he works methodically and carefully. The problem I see is in him trying to use this position for profit. And he LOVES latinum. I had drool left on my couch after he got a look at the stash I keep in here. But safety of the ship still falls to you, even if the information learned on the anomalies is above our clearance level. So if he endangers the ship you can and will still put a stop to him. We can’t make him tell us what he was doing but we can stop it.”

“His rank, well you know how I feel about rank, but is of no matter. Manhattan is a captain as well and you two get along well. Two captains outrank and out vote a DaiMon. As for being an ambassador of his people, that just means we have to be diplomatic. And you know that Diplomacy is the ability to tell someone to go to hell in such a way that they look forward to the trip (OOC: Winston Churchill). So no problem there. I’m sure Cmdr Raauhl and his diplomatic Trill tendencies can do that, and if not between you and I we can convince Lazol of it.”

“Do whatever needs to be done to further the understanding of anomalies. So anything that he does, if not to that goal he is in violation of the admirals orders. We shall take note and put a stop to it. I’m very good at writing reports to get what I want with very little evidence. This part won’t be a problem. Selling them off or access to them is not increasing understanding.

“When in regards to ARU matters Lazol is the highest ranking person onboard and has control over what is done with the anomalies and has discretion with their future. Now this is the tricky part; ARU is science. RTF is security and containment. These orders do NOT give him access to RTF. So if he wants to work with the anomalies he either has a FULL squad of RTF with him on the containment decks OR a full squad in his labs to protect the ship. Now this is what we already have in place, now we will just need to go over the top with it. As for his discretion of the anomalies futures, sure he can do that, but only if RTF deems it safe to do such a thing, since they are responsible for that. I suggest we increase security clearance and by that I mean, Lazol’s clearance gets him into the labs but denies him access to the containment and RTF decks unless escorted by Manhattan or yourself, or whomever either of you deem necessary. He thinks he’s going to run this ship. So let’s keep his little kingdom to the labs.”

It was a lot of information, but Casela never wasted time on making a plan.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS