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LTJG Na'lae Mandak - A Deep Dark Hole - (Columbia)

2018-09-25 03:06:07

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*((Intel Office - Deck 8, USS Columbia))* *((This takes place before the MIA briefing**))* ((OOC for Mr. Duyzer - This is meant to be slightly awkward in case you were wondering. Lae herself isn't quite sure what's what in her head. )) :: She wasn't sure just where she'd go with the information she'd received this time, but bouncing it off of someone who knew nothing of her situation seemed a good idea at the time. She'd asked Ensign Duyzer for a house call, as she'd noticed he was a fairly new face, not to mention there wouldn't be any feelings in the way for her having someone that didn't really know her around. She managed to settle her head in the short time it took to make another pot of coffee, and subsequently for the chime to ring out on the office door. She sighed and put her hair up, blowing a stray bang away from her mouth. :: *Mandak:* Someone there? *Duyzer:* Yes, Ensign Duyzer. Should I come in? *Mandak:* Please do... :: she managed a smile, and guided him to take a seat. He was Denobulan, a race she was familiar with, but hadn't really dealt with much. :: Thank you very much for coming on such short notice. :: She very plainly grabbed the PADD from the counter, and set it in front of him, and then grabbed her coffee cup, taking a long sip. :: *Mandak:* What do you see Ensign? :: Her voice was slightly quizzical, but flat. She starred off into space towards the floor, a finger moving around the outside of the cup. :: :: There was a pause in the room. :: :: Part of her felt guilty for breaking the ice with a complete stranger, and someone she would more than likely be working with closely in the future, without really even knowing anything about him, but then again, that was sort of the point. The corners of her mouth smirked upright a tiny bit as she thought about it. :: *Duyzer: *Why are you showing me this, if I may ask? *Mandak: *:: Still starring towards the floor with s strange smile. :: You may. Personal. I received a message today. Long story short that lead me to this. And my brain is currently on vacation. Thought I'd pick someone else's for a moment. *Duyzer: *Well, if I had to guess, these look like coordinates. :: Alright, that was confirmation number one. She wanted to hear it from someone else, because things were looking a bit too wild for her at that moment in time. She needed to know that what she'd found was indeed a set of coordinates from someplace unknown... a place that she would end up looking in relentlessly if she allowed herself too. A place that might get her back to her father... But she couldn't be the only one to say it out loud. :: *Duyzer: *But... We wouldn't write coordinates down like this. *Mandak:* By we you mean Starfleet... So who then. Best guess. :: Her grin grew a bit wider. She wasn't sure how she felt about all this as he spoke the words. :: *Duyzer: *Romulans, and maybe some Romulan colonies. *Mandak:* But Romulan nonetheless... :: Confimation that whoever was using the Rhiannsu was actually the rightful owner of said language... oO confirmed... Oo The list of potential authors was narrowed a bit more, but at the same time, was all still too vast to think about right at the moment. She finished her coffee, and set the cup down on the table rather loudly, not on purpose however. :: :: She looked to the Ensign now, who was still sort of just looking at her, awaiting further. :: *Mandak:* :: Her words were rather flat, but pleasant. Not her voice really. :: I think that'll be enough for now Mr. Duyzer. I do appreciate the time. That'll be all for now. *Duyzer:* [Tag] :: The buzzing in her head had been back since he entered the room. It must've been the anticipation of some information that secretly she already knew. She was thinking of how hard this was all going to be, if she was going to let herself get into the search for Johan once again. She remembered just how much of her life had been consumed. :: :: The buzzing grew louder :: :: She had thrown away plenty of manpower, landed herself in a prison, broken her body in more ways than one, developed an alcohol addiction that was more savage than a Klingon backed into a corner. She'd lost friends, family, contacts from the homeworld... :: :: The buzzing grew louder still... deafening as she stared at the floor. She nearly lost the crew of the Diligent in her search for Johan Mandak. Two years that seemed to crawl, yet sucked the life out of her in an instant... She heard his voice loud and plain as day... *Na'lae! ::* :: She snapped her head upright slightly to meet Ensign Duyzer's eyes. No buzzing... Just the hum of the room. She sighed, and smiled her normal, genuine smile. :: *Mandak:* Have a good shift now. I'm sure I'll see you around. *Duyzer: *[Tag] :: She nodded to him, as not to take up anymore of his time. She shivered a bit, as the catecholemine dump wore off. She was teetering on the edge, and would need to be very careful with the game she was about to play, with someone she didn't know. :: *TBC* -- *Lieutenant JG Na'Lae Mandak* *Intelligence Officer* *USS Columbia * *Andaris Task Force* *O238901VL0* -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "= UFOP: StarBase 118 =E2=80=93=C2=A0Andaris Task Force" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an e= mail to sb118-andaris+unsubscribe@googlegroups.com. To post to this group, send email to sb118-andaris@googlegroups.com. Visit this group at https://groups.google.com/group/sb118-andaris. 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