Bartender Whispers

Posted on 03 May 2016 @ 12:02am by

530 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Outbreak
Location: Starbase Unity
Timeline: MD7

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"It's interesting what aliens tell a bartender. The positive is we're impartial *leans forward* and it's no more than you already know......even if you didn't know it." Samantha knew he was right, there's always someone that will have their opinion on you that wouldn't mind divulging info.
Of course she made some enemies with a few people but she had lost track of where they went whilst she was busy with court marshals and fighting.

"I am concerned that what went on with me would affect my ability to command my enlisted personnel if they're coming with this type of errr....baggage."

"Samantha *clasps Samantha's hand*, I get characters from all forms of life through here. Ever seen a crying Klingon but no one else was here but him and I. The newly promoted crewman to crewman first class discipline when the crew don't want to follow his orders. Even young second lieutenants and ensigns that don't understand that there's training and there's experience. Experience always trumps training as training doesn't stop at the academy and that's you. Training is ongoing."

'Who's this guy, a CO?' Samantha thought.

"I remember a conversation between a Captain and an Ensign all those years ago at the last fleet battle in this area; captain dead, xo dead, he was dead. They were right here, battle worn, ripped uniform.....yes that was a day I spent listening. Even after that, other senior officers had reservations."

"You mean you're never going to get rid of such people? Those that have an opinion and just won't err..."

"Change their mind?"

"Yes!"

"Some people don't like me as a bartender. Many a ferengi want this bar but who wants dabot girls in an enlisted mess? The CMC would have it banned."

"How long has the CMC been here anyway?" Samantha asked.

"Oh he's an old fossil. Stuck in his ways, knows people, and knows a lot. Awful drunk." Bartender implied something.

"What are you saying? He knows about me?"

"I didn't say a thing. What did you think I said or are you hearing me wrong....thinking you heard something that I didn't say."

"So he is a leak."

"Is he? Hmm who told you that?"

"Why you did."

"I didn't say a thing. I was commenting on his drinking habits. What he said really isn't my concern."

"Unless it concerns someone that approaches your bar?"

"Now I wouldn't be a good bartender if I wasn't a friend over a drink. Another one?"

"Yes." Bartender pours and Samantha sips wondering how dangerous the CMC could be. He remembered on the crew arrivals section on the PADD that he was getting an influx of enlisted crew. As a security issue and starbase administration, the CMC would receive the same info. Samantha needed to control or stop the information about her from getting aboard the Blackhawk.

"I think it's time to stop the CMC from blabbering." Samantha started to plan.

"Transport is due in two days......With a few starships in between."

"Hmm *Samantha finished her drink and handed the glass back.* thank you bartender." Samantha left the bar and headed back to her quarters.

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