Posted by Civilian Dorma Fen (Governor’s Assistant) in Star Fleet Science Labs - Message In A Bottle Part II (TAG Woods)
The doors to the Star Fleet compound opened and a beautiful, red headed Asian human woman walked up to the Security Desk. “Good morning.” she said to the Lieutenant on duty. “My name is Dorma Fen. I am the Executice Assistant to Governor B’tren-Hyrushi. I wish to speak to the Chief Science Officer, Lieutenant Commander Woods, please. As soon as possible. It is a matter of some urgency.” The Lieutenant scanned her ID and said “Yes, Ma’am. One moment.” He turned to his partner and said something and they keyed the comms. =/\= Lieutenant Commander Woods to the Security desk for an urgent visitor. =/\= The Lieutenant looked at Fen and said “If you’d care to take a seat, he will be with you shortly.” Fen smiled and nodded, and took a seat across the reception area. In her lap sat a basket that at first seemed to be made of woven decorative metal, but on closer inspection were actually vines of some kind.

Fen, Givernor’s Aide

A couple of minutes later a dark-haired man in his late twenties to early thirties of average height but somewhat athletic build dressed in science blues appeared in the doorway. His expression was carefully neutral, a practiced poker face, yet there was still an air of irritation about the man. The science wing wasn’t getting much in the way of visitors at the moment. The redhead of course stuck out immediately. She would have stuck out in any crowd with the kind of looks she’d been blessed with. In his earlier years, he would have been less concerned with business, and getting down to a different kind of business. Other than briefly noting her looks, he compared it to the ‘list of important people’ he had built up in his head for the colony.

Governor’s aide. Fen. She was buzzing, despite her exterior appearance. This wasn’t about the governor’s meddling, whatever it was.

His brows lowered, knitting together in a briefly troubled expression. Well, at least for a different reason. Making his way over he extended a hand for a shake. “Miss Fen. What can I do for the Governor’s Office?” As he spoke a notable Texas twang drifted out, perhaps a little more pronounced than normal. To anyone that knew him it could be from being tired, but there was no tiredness in his demeanor or appearance. Agitation then, but concealed. Not directed specifically at her, more general, ambiguous. Still it was the only sign of it in his tone which was otherwise pleasant despite the seriousness of his expression and gaze.

Lt Cmdr Woods, CSFSO