Role-Play: Promenade

[Capt Grab Foot Of~Two Dawns]

STepping out of the TL, he could tell he was getting closer cause the familiar smell was getting stronger. As he walked the Promenade, he sniffed from time to time, then he stoopped and he smelled a new smell that intermingled with hers. His ears arced forward, curious

"A canine?" he said to himself. He continued on, the smells of the canine continuing to assult his nostrils, intermingled with the familiar scent. He then spotted the Galaxy Bar and Grill and could tell that's where the trail is leading. He stopped and entered the bar

[gengrant]

Sam exited the turbo lift and headed towards his office, his mind foggy from the combination of lack of sleep, fatigue, caffeine withdrawal and Ann, not to mention the argument with the Lt’s. Sam waved to the men at the Security Desk and entered his office. Immediately he walked over to the replciator and got another cup of coffee, double caffeine, for this round.

He walked over to the Security Cabinet and retrieved some of Ann’s equipment, he figured he’d let her have her, what he figured for, ceremonial blades. Again, it was a risk, but he figured that positive reinforcement at the time was the way to go. He’d ask Ann not to openly display them during non-combat actions to keep everyone at ease, but felt it was a step towards helping her.

He placed the items, the two that she removed and handed over first, in a box that he replicated which resembled a Christmas Gift Box. He finished the wrapping paper and bow and set it aside on the desk, he’d hope it went over well. Sam was still weary of Ann, although this was a much better side of her, he was still trying to get his mind to grasp this ‘new version’ of her. He’d eventually ask her about, but all in due time.

He grabbed a PADD and reviewed the reports of the earlier action, drinking down the one, two, then three cups of double shot coffee, trying to stay awake. He knew he’d have to sleep sooner or later; but he’d be damned if it was going to be now.

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Sam heard his office doors open, not even looking up as he was reviewing the PADD he had. As Ann walked in and stood in front of him, he looked up from his PADD "Hello again." and raised an eye brow. "Your stuff you say?" He put the PADD back on his desk, reached down beside him and retreived a oblong shapped box, wrapped in green and red doted/stared paper with a silver bow tied atop it.

"Consider it a good-will gift." said Sam as he smiled, he placed the gift box on his desk and motioned Ann to open it. Sam laughed at Ann's comment about not being a 'Drak' "That may not be such a bad thing, as we were talking about earlier, you know."

Sam noticed there was a different 'aura' about her when she entered the room, intially disregarding it as Ann having regained some self composure, there was still a nagging in the back of his mind. Sam's trained and hightened senses started kicking in, and as Ann was opening the gift he noticed several marks on her neck. Sam's professional mind raced, they were not just 'marks' or even old scars; they appeared as punture wounds and some very recent.

He kept talking "I'm glad you liked it." refering to the gift of her returned cerimonial blades "We'll be keeping the other items for now, standard procedure, but they'll be here. If you would though, please keep in mind that although you may feel that the blades are a sign of 'stature' with your people, they are eaisly mistaken for intimidiation tools and fear creaters here." Sam finished his drink and placed the cup down. "You have the same rights as anyone else aboard this station, which grants you certain 'exceptions' to Starfleet procedures; thus allowing you to carry these weapons, no different then we allow Klingons to carry their family daggers but not their Bat'leths."

Sam never changed his appearance nor acted differently, as was his level of professionalism in these types of things, so nobody would be the wiser that he was taking in these details. The one risk he ran though was that his investigative 'eyeings' could be mistaken for 'interest' in a person, as he'd look over the entire body of the indiviudal, throurgholy. But it was his job, he just smiled when Ann looked back a him.

There was no information available for this race known as "The Drak", if that even was the name of the race, the only Starfleet information came from the run-ins with Ann before and the combat with them, so it could easily be said that 99% of their way of life, sociology, religion, politics, etc was unknown to them. The marks no her neck could be ritualistic, passion bite marks, blood drinking punture wounds, injection marks, locations of where her body armor intrud.... "injection marks" Sam thought to himself with an air of perfection that settled in his mind. Sam placed the throught in the back of his mind for now, but he'd be sure that he talked to her later about it.

Sam raised another eye brow "Hypo spray?" he said, it was as if someone just asked for him to turn over 'the keys to his car'. He listened as she said that it was for her personal medical kit and her medical needs, which he couldn't prove or disprove. Just before he answered, a thought entered his mind; the neck wounds. He placed his hand on his chin as if he was thinking in depth, then answered "Well, Hypo sprays are a medical tool and thus not common place, nor acceptable, to be kept by non-medical personnel. There are concerns that they could be used for illegal narcotic injections and/or assualts on other person/s." pausing to let the thought sit with Ann for a moment "I could talk to our Doctor and see if we could obtain one, for you, for personal use, due to your unique situation. That is, if you want me to?"

Sam waited for Ann's answer then walked over to the replicator and had it reclaim his cup. He thanked Ann and walked her out of his office, out of the security office and into the Promenade corridor "Ann, we'll be departing soon and once underway, the routine around here will change a bit. First thing I'm gonna do is have a large meal, would you care to join me? Either for the food or to talk, which ever you feel more comfortable with."