He's here...

Posted on Mon Jun 2nd, 2014 @ 2:03pm by Lieutenant Fargan Davek
Edited on on Mon Jun 2nd, 2014 @ 2:05pm

Mission: New Frontier
Location: Crew transport/Corridor
Timeline: Current

Lt. Davek sat in the viewing room of a sizeable crew transport, surrounded by both fellow officers and a sizeable contingent of marines, as it approached the star base. Though the trip had been dominated by whispers and stares, all eyes and every bit of attention in the room was no longer on Fargan, but on the star base and bustling activity around it...in a system just outside Federation space. The intelligence officer let himself slip into fascination with what might await him in this new system, filled with crime and intrigue and endless possibilities.

A smile crept across his face as he settled into the idea of it and the excitement thrust him forward out of his chair, nearly spilling the orange liquid in his glass. The bartender had recommended it, but Fargan personally found it disgusting. The marine who stood next to him, a few inches shorter than Davek, looked over to him. As Davek noticed his gaze, his smile widened and he pat the man on his back, just hard enough to knock off his balance. "How does she look to you, Marine? Give me a few weeks and I'll stir up some bad guys for you to chase." Before the young man could respond, Davek strolled over the bar where he placed the glass and left, most displeased.

The stroll through the transport to his temporary quarters was rather annoying. Here and there people bustled and shuffled, most rushing to their debarking posts. Halfway to his destination, though, a female ensign in gold stumbled slyly out of a man's quarters, though all Davek was able to make out was the back of his head and neck, and ran head first into the Cardassian. She was surprised and a bit shaken. "Excuse me, sir, I...." He raised his hand to stop her. "It's alright, Ensign, I understand." His eyes dropped in an accusatory manner with the promise of more to come. "What division are you with?"

"Security, sir."

"Thank you, Ensign, you may go. Oh! Your name?" She visibly hesitated. "Dana Michelson, sir."

"Thank you, Ensign Michelson." As she walked away a bit confused, worried, and ashamed, he stood in front of the door and hit his comm badge. "Computer, who is the room before me assigned to?" The response made him lift his eyebrow a bit, but he quickly strolled away, his mind racing with possibilities.

The majority of his belongings had been transferred ahead of him and he was left with a small, gray duffle bag of miscellaneous belongings.

It wasn't long before the transport had docked with the star base and Fargan debarked. Awaiting him was an Andorian in red. "You must be Lt. Davek." Fargan sarcastically glanced around the room searching for any other Cardassians in Starfleet uniforms before returning to the Andorian and smiling. "Yes, yes I am."

"Good day, sir. I have been assigned to escort you to your quarters and then your office." Davek raised his hand forward for him to lead the way. As they started for the turbolift across the expanse, he took notice to the glances and whispers that had begun, as well as a few grimaces. Whether it was the reputation of his people or the reputation of his division, but Davek was used to it, but the Andorian was visibly tense. "I'd prefer to see my torcher chamber if you know it is, Petty Officer." The tone with which it was delivered made the Andorian laugh a bit, as well as Davek, but the hesitant look on the man's face when he turned did not go unnoticed.



Lt. Fargan Davek
Chief Intelligence Officer
Starbase 80