Ghosts of the past 1

Posted on Sun Jul 1st, 2012 @ 8:10pm by Lieutenant Leona Aliso
Edited on on Tue Jul 10th, 2012 @ 10:33am

Mission: Sections of the Delta Quadrant
Location: Personal Quarters/ Restaurant Sector
Timeline: Current
Tags: Lieutenant Reagan O'Neil M.D, Ph.D.

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05:53 hrs

Leona had given up on sleep a while ago, but finally decided to grab some breakfast and get an early start on getting up to date on the latest security reports. In her experience the smaller out of the way restaurants were more appealing so she headed to one called Bengal Bagels.
Shortly after stepping off the turbolift, Leona passed a group of Marines heading off in the opposite direction at a quick pace. With a small nod to the sergeant leading them, Leona acknowledged her fellow peacekeepers and continued on her way.

Turing the corner, she noticed items on the floor that were accidentally left behind by the somewhat hasty evacuation of noncombatants due to the oncoming assault fleet belonging to the Rthaeus Alliance. Among the items were several data pads, stray pieces of clothing, and a few stuffed animals that were likely being missed by their young owners. Graphics on the computer screens helped direct people to shuttle bays, docking ports and transporter rooms. Unsure of her location, the security officer slowed down and scanned her surroundings. Judging from the signs on the storefronts, it appeared she was in a culinary section of the station. Picking the one closest to her, she entered it to see if they needed assistance with the evacuation.

“Welcome to Homeland Bistro. The next best thing to a home cooked meal you’ll find on Starbase 900. How may I help you?”
Flashing her ID, Leona asked to see the manger. The server ducked into the kitchen area before emerging with a middle aged man who identified himself as the manger.
“How may I help you?”

“Lieutenant Aliso, Starfleet Security. Starbase 463 is under an evacuation order. For your own safety you need to close up your restaurant and leave the station until the order is lifted.”

The manger took the whole situation in stride. After quietly having the server call for a med team, he addressed Leona.
“Don’t worry Lieutenant, I don’t plan on ignoring an evacuation order. I’m sure you security folks are quite busy, so how ‘bout a quick plate of Denobulan sausage before you head off. On the house.”

He wanted a way to keep her at the restaurant until someone from the medical department arrived. Not sure when she would have time for another meal, Leona agreed to the proposal.

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