Posted by Lieutenant Todd Nyman (Chief Counselor) in There are no Rules of Acquisition for this

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Lazol (aCo) in There are no Rules of Acquisition for this
Following Starfleet protocols… what a colossal waste of time! But ‘rules were rules’ and there were exactly two members of the crew who could get in his way. The Chief Medical officer, and the Chief Counselor. Either could relieve him of command and while it wasn’t likely to happen, he needed to be on their good side so here he was, gifts in hand ready to say all the right things and make peace before any conflict ever happened. He threw on a smarmy smile and rang the chime outside of the CNS’s door.

~Lazol, aCo~

In the longer stretches between appointments the counselor was often found doing chores around his office. He found these tasks easier in his natural form: light cleaning, dusting his collection of pottery and ceramic statuettes, maintaining Maslow’s terrarium, those sorts of things.

Being a simple turtle, Maslow would have been content just with a food bowl refill that day. He didn’t understand why Todd had to interrupt his swimming to scarp the algae from his pool. Therefore made his displeasure known by nipping at the scraper and any one of Todd’s tentacles that got to close.

When the chime came it took a little over a minute for Lieutenant Nyman shift and his uniform before he finally came to the door.

“Oh, Commander Lazol. What can I do for you?”

|Lt. Nyman, Chief Counselor|

Being completely unaware of Nyman’s true form, he entered the room clutching two ornately decorated boxes that were in and of themselves more valuable than most on this ship would have seen before. They were of an exotically blue natural wood impregnated with bio-luminescent pigments which glittered and dazzled at their touch. The boxes however were only part of the display as when the larger of the two was opened, a ceramic Promellian disk containing the records of the first battle with the Menthars, likely a ceremonial trinket of it’s time but now rather rare and valuable. The second smaller box contained a hair pin made from gold tipped with the resin from a folnar jewel plant resting on an emerald green velvet cloth.

“My dear Lieutenant I wanted to present you with a few....small, tokens of my gratitude for what you do for this great crew. I also wanted to talk with you, a few little things to discuss of course, all routine if I’m not mistaken?” Lazol said, his voice cracking with greed and avarice as he spoke in a high greasy tone.

~Lazol, aCo~