Little Counselor Girl (part 1)

Posted on Thu Jul 24th, 2014 @ 3:57am by Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus

868 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Deadly Diplomacy
Location: Ready Room

ON

The one thing that had Spartacus more 'quiet' was the fact there is a carpeted area on the bridge, she could walk to her heart's content and not annoy anyone. Her demeanor was as always, she had her uniform pressed last night by ESHa as she had an appointment with a Commadore, she had choose the Igirian Leather Boots; made of the shed skin of a chameleon reptile with the unique properties of slight constriction, the skin conforms to the surroundings, and when worn gives the effect of being painted on. The exterior was dyed black so to be a part of regulation style for her silk skirted uniform with regulation colors. Since she had no residual bruising on her legs she opted not to wear the tights.

she had the look of a model walking a runway; that is how her strides had been described to her, it was from her natural training as a 'Slave always on display' she had been put through since she could walk practically. It was natural for her, she did tend to add more refinement when nervous and a sway of the hips when relaxed.


The auras she sensed around the bridge were to be expected as she went aropund the edge of the Bridge to the Ready Room. Being aware of the men 'looking' at her was expected, even some less than 'honorable hues to the aura was acceptable so long as the flat and dark hues to the auras came though. The muted and passionate colors in a dull form that was the darker side of passion and lusts. She watched with her peripherals as Master Ling taught her and seemed to the observer not to notice the sounds and movements around her.

Spartacus smoothed her skirt and then the customary 'Picard maneuver' to her jacket before pressing the chime.

The door to Sam's Ready Room chimed and she set down the PADD she'd been reviewing. She had a lot of information to read and a lot to catch up on before arriving at the starbase.

"Come in," she said, standing to see who wished her attention. When the door opened she could just stand and stare for several long moments. "They said you were dead."

"The rumors of my demise must have been greatly exaggerated." She smiled as she stepped in. "This proves that my getting out of uniform does nothing but cause trouble." She moved closer to the Commanding Officer. "I am Spartacus, I am your new counselor."

Sam grinned widely and hugged Spartacus. "Have a seat and tell me what happened after Nero and his guards gave us your clothes and reported you dead."

"I don't know about the clothes being my epitath until I came aboard." Spartacus said after the hug. "The guards were pretty much a push over, not very tough as far as guards go, but after that I figured one Slave Girl looks like another in a crowd so I started moving about..." She chuckled. "No one suspects a Slave Girl, we tend to fade into the background outside a bedroom you know." She shrugged. "So I told prisoners the Calypso would be sending people to help and to be ready for it." Spartacus grinned. "I also managed to get a tray of food to take to Nero..." She put her hands on her hips. "You really should tell your security guys to ask first and shoot later, I bring Nero to the cells and they shoot at ME!"

Sam chuckled. "I'll do that -- although I should be getting a new Chief shortly. My old one quit her post -- it seems to be an occupational hazard. So are you the one responsible for putting Nero where I could find him?" she asked

I could have ended it before he arrived." Spartacus admit. "I did have a Gladius to his throat but that would have demeaned me." She shrugged. "I did not need his worthless life on my Karma; Fate and Destiny fight enough without me adding to them." She explained. "Then when teh Marines came I found ..." She looked up. You did get Ignatz out safely didn't you, I gave him a weapon and led him to the same place, he is okay right?"

"Yes, Ignatz is on the Calypso," Sam assured her. "And Nero was left alive to report back to his superior about how we once again destroyed is complex. I hope he'll think twice before he -- or she -- attacks my crew again."

"This did seem vindictive." Spartacus took note of the woman's aura; the slightly darkening of her hues yet a bibrant flat color to it. She was angry and it showed in her aura. "So what was I dragged into; why would the SYndicate target the crew of a Federation Vessel aside from you ruining their operations or killing some of their hgher level hunchmen? Spartacus did not like to hear that this ship had hostilities with the Syndicate, she knew that 'organization' far too well and feared it for good reason. "Should I sleep with a knife under my pillow?"

(To be continued...)

Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer

Ensign Teenah Spartacus
Counselor

 

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