Posted by Civilian Joseph Karlson (Head of Police Force) in Police HQ

Posted by Lieutenant Dashel Jamison (Son of Morak) (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Police HQ
Shortly after checking in with his boss, Dashel decided to pay a professional and courtesy call on the Head of the Oed V Police Force, Joseph Karlson. They were kind of in the same field, after all, and the CIO never knew when the Police Chief and his staff might be needed to look the other way, or came across some information that might be useful to the CIO. Of course, that flowed both ways, and should he learn that the Governor or one of the Civilian heads be threatened in some way, Dashel was certain that the Chief of Police would appreciate knowing the details.

It was a visit in a professional capacity and so Dashel still wore his dress uniform and the baldric and took his bat’leth with him. Of course, the fact that a human Starfleet officer was carrying a weapon in public would have spread ahead of him to the Police HQ.

“Is your boss in?” he asked an officer, “I’m the new Chief Intelligence Officer, and as I was in the neighbourhood, I thought I’d pay him the courtesy of a visit. If a later time is better, I’m happy to return.”

-Lt Dashel Jamison, CIO

The officer pointed him to the office. It was a spacious room. On the left were two large bookcases filled to the brim with actual physical books, psychology, military history, the Federation Constitution and the like. On the right was a short wooden cabinet and hanging above it where seven framed pictures of the Large Commissioner shaking hands with certain Individuals, One with a Starfleet Admiral, another with Him in Marine dress uniform shaking the hands with another as dressed General Officer. Three Photos with him and the last three Governors of Oed and on top with him shaking hands with the last two UFP Presidents. Just next to the cabinet was a sofa, two lounge chairs and a coffee table facing the great view from the Tower. At the very end of the OFfice was a large Wooden desk with two chairs in front of it. It was tidy, had a single Computer Console, a single photo frame facing in and a tall glass filled with ice. On either side were four flags, on the Left the Oed V colony flag next to the Icelandic National flag and on the right the UFP flag next to the flag of the Starfleet Marine Corps

Just past the desk stood the large elderly Police Commissioner looking out the window. His Jacket hung on the back of his chair, he was wearing blue suit pants and a dark vest. His shirts sleeves were rolled up. It was clear he was still a very muscular man despite his age. In front of him was another Cabinet with more picture frames and a folded UFP Flag and a showcase filled with something the Lieutenant couldn’t quite see. He didn’t turn around “Welcome Lieutenant Jamison, I trust you had a pleasant journey?” His voice was pleasant, grandfatherly, even trustworthy. His right hand was in his pants pocket and his left held a wooden cane, seemingly supporting his massive body.

Commissioner Karlson

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