Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Oed Museum- A Diplomatic Gala

Posted by Civilian Dorma Fen (Governor’s Assistant) in Oed Museum- A Diplomatic Gala

Posted by Civilian Cort Belanger (Executive Assistant to Lt. Gov.) in Oed Museum- A Diplomatic Gala
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Cort stood in the middle of the event space and turned in place, surveying all the details. Unlike his dinner with Dorma, he had opted for a more traditional black tuxedo with a white shirt and black bow tie. His beard was freshly trimmed and dress shoes polished.

All the guests would enter into the Oed Museum through multiple doors at the front into a large open tiled space in the middle, and were directly across from a matching flank of doors at the back that led to outdoor gathering spaces. The two left and right were exhibit areas (North and South Wings) with various rooms surrounding a larger exhibit space. There were a second and third floor with more exhibit spaces and a kids learning centre, but the middle space was open on the main floor, and this openness was copied in each central exhibit in the wings. This central main floor space was where the gala was being held and round tables were staggered through the space, leaving lots of space for people to move about and mingle. Light filtered through from the skylights high above them. Event staff had prepped a podium area where speeches and what not would happen (flanked by the Oed Five and Federation flags) and to the corner were buffet tables with a small set of them set perpendicular for the Vren’s specific food.

He had triple checked the audio system and all the assistants knew how to work it in case there were issues during speeches, but for the most part, the event staff had done a great job of setting everything up.

Cort spied the form of Dorma from across the space and moved over to greet her. Somewhere around here, Elema was double checking on a couple special food issues. “Good evening. How far through your mental checklist have you made it?” he said as he approached, managing to push away the fatigue from the last several days.

~Cort Belanger

Dorma was looking down at a PaDD, but looked up when she heard Cort speaking. “About the third line down.” she said with a chuckle. She was dressed in a dark gray, form fitting dress that shimmered slightly in the light. Her left arm was bare while her right was fully covered, including her hand. Her firey red hair was pulled high on her head, giving it the effect of a flame rising from a fire. “But I have to say… the crew here has done an amazing job. And security is everywhere without being noticeable. It’s as good a gala as I have ever seen… especially as this is the first one I have been to.” and she chuckled again.

Fen, Governor’s Aide

He gave her a wide grin. “I’ve attended formal events, but not quite at this level and certainly not one I’ve been working to put on. But you can cross audio off your list. I’ve checked it multiple times. I’m trying to not be obsessive about this stuff, but I’m very aware that the hiccups stand to embarrass our bosses and that’s one of a list of things we’re trying to avoid tonight.”

“Audio, check.” she said and made a note.

Cort took her in more fully. “And you look lovely this evening, by the way.” There was nothing added to his tone or anything. He just wanted her know he noticed.

~Cort Belanger

She smiled a friendly smile at him and said “Why thank you. And you are looking quite dapper yourself, Mr. Belanger. Are you having anyone join you, this evening?” she asked.

Fen, Governor’s Aide

He smiled in return. “No, I suspected I’d be too busy to be good company. It’s different when someone understands the demands of the job, but…” Cort shrugged. “What about yourself?”

~Cort Belanger

She chuckled. “Officially I am attending with Masaru Takumi. You probably know him as the ‘aid’ to Hyrushi with the shaved head who always wears black gloves. But7 that is just so he can keep an eye on the Governor. So in reality, I am here to work and make sure this doesn’t blow up behind the scenes.”

Dorma Fen

“Most of us are,” he said with a grin.

The reality was that most people who worked in the Tower were ‘on’ tonight, whether it seemed like it or not. Too much was riding on their efforts and the more they could help each other handle anything that came up, the better off everyone would be. In fact, out of the corner of his eye he saw Lt. Watts. At first he thought she was walking over to them, but she didn’t stop, her face set in frustration. He reached out and tapped her elbow as she went by. “Hey, Sherri, you okay?” he asked Dasca’s Aide-de-camp.

Sherri startled and turned to Cort and Dorma. She went to shake her head but instead let out a forced breath. “No, not really. Guess which our our favourite Admirals got chewed out by Dasca last night and then decided to call me as I was getting ready for this evening,” she said, looking between them. “When I wouldn’t take his call, I showed up at my apartment. Let’s just say my husband nearly did what I wanted to!”

“What did he say?” Cort asked, frowning.

She was seething but a startled look passed over her face and she looked around, aware that there were people milling about setting up. “We can’t talk about it here.”

Cort looked to Fen. “Is the Green Room all set-up?”

~Cort & Lt. Watts

Dorma nodded and then gestured them all forward to the Green Room. They went to the room reserved for the VIPs and Dorma looked at the caterers doing last minute touch ups and said “Everyone out. Now, please. You can finish in a few minutes. Thank you.” and they made themselves scarce. Dorma shut the door and turned and looked at Watts. “Ok. What happened and how bad is it?”

Fen

Sherri took a deep breath and blew it out slowly to steady herself. She was normally unflappable, which is why even her frowning had probably set off Cort’s internal alarms. “So, I’ve dealt with many a perturbed member of the brass before. They don’t scare me, especially the ones with a lot of bluster. But Keldeck takes the cake. First off, keep in mind that Captain Dasca already told him that going behind her back was unacceptable and would not be tolerated. But he was insistent that he speak to Dasca, saying it was imperative. I reminded him that she was busy preparing for the gala and did not want to be disturbed. For us, that means nothing outside of a list of emergencies, but for him? No access. He ordered me to, and I respectfully told him that despite his rank I was given very explicit instructions from the person I do take orders from and unless she said otherwise, he would have to wait until after the gala and make an appointment like everyone else. He then muttered something about going to talk to Captain McBride, and I made the mistake of reminding him that Dasca was his boss and he’d support her instructions.” Watts paused and her eyes actually welled with tears. “Words were exchanged. He threatened to have me brought before a disciplinary committee, which I laughed at, because it was so ridiculous and that’s when my husband asked him to leave before he called security.” She started laughing, but there was little humour in it. “And I was standing there partially dressed without my dress jacket or shoes on!”

Sherri held up a hand. “But I will deal with it later. I will tell her when it’s a better time, but that’s not right now. You have to promise you won’t tell Dasca. If she finds out tonight, the incident that follows will make what happened at the Klingon embassy look like a spat over blends of rakatajino.” She was dead serious about this too. Only a few people around here knew the true wrath that could be provoked in Eela Dasca and none of them wanted to see it flare tonight.

~Lt. Watts, Aide-De-Camp

The ire that rose in Dorma Fen’s eyes was positively palpable. “Oh… oh hell no. This is not going any further.” and she held up a finger that silenced any response as she put her comm link in her ear. She tapped it and looked at both Cort and Watts with a smile on her face… an evil smile. =/\= Dorma Fen, aid to Governor Hyrushi for Major General Charles Tenkiller please.” she said, keeping the finger up.

=/\= General? It’s Dorma. … Fine, sir. … Yes, sir. … No, I am actually calling to ask a favor. … Mhmmm… Not for me, no. For the Lieutenant Governor and Lt. Watts. … Yes. … No no, Admiral Keldeck. … Yes, that Admiral Keldeck. … Yes, sir. .. No, General. He apparently went to the Lt. Watts home and was belligerent and threatening to her. … Yes, sir. In front of her husband. …” the smile became one of humor and she started laughing silently, putting a hand to her mouth as she squeezed her eyes closed and tried to stay professional on the comm. “I agree, General. That is very much unacceptable. … No, sir, I also feel that the Lieutenant Governor has other things on her plate right now. … Yes, sir. … No, sir. I believe the Lieutenant is already at the gala site. … No, sir. … Absolutely, General. … Thank you. … I will pass that along. … Goodbye, General.” and she tapped the comms and took the earpiece off, dropping it in her clutch with a grin. She looked at Lt. Watts and smiled a dazzling smile of satisfaction. “Major General Tenkiller wanted me to tell you that you do not need to worry about the Admiral as of now. he also is of the opinion that there are other, more important matters, going on at the moment so instead of burdening Captain Dasca with the Admiral; he will address the matter personally.”

Dorma Fen