M5 The Trial – Setting Meetings
by Lieutenant Isabelle Souder & Commodore Talla H'Rhar
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IC
After Making the appointment with Aaron, she walked down the halls to Horn's cabin and hit the chime and waited.
"Enter," came the muffled reply. Peter pulled his shirt back over his head, and was just in the process of tugging it down when the operations chief entered. "Ah. Come in lieutenant, please do not mind me, I will be dressed in a few seconds." He proceeded to pull his socks on then padded towards a seat. "Apologies for my appearance," he added as he ran his hands through his damp hair.
"I have set up a meeting for you with the executive officer at 09h00 in the morning." she said softly.
"Excellent." The vulcan seemed oddly cheerful, though he was moving a little stiffly and was sporting several bruises on his bare arms. "Thank you lieutenant, that is excellent work. I would also like for you to set up a meeting with Mrs Dawson, if she is agreeable to it. After lunch might be preferable, if she is available. Also, a meeting with Miss Woodruff for Lunch, to discuss the case." Peter was positively smiling, which gave him a slightly eerie but also not quite unpleasant appearance. It was just odd to see anyone with Vulcanoid appearance smile. "I am truly grateful for your assistance."
Isabelle made notes. "Dawson and Woodruff. Very well Sir. Anyone else?" She asked.
The Vulcan thought for a moment. "Anyone who might have had dealings with the defendant, and would be willing to testify against him. That is, if they have proper motivation to do so, obviously. I am not accepting witnesses simply because they do not like the defendant, that is unfair to him. However, for now, just Dawson as a witness, and Woodruff to discuss matters."
He turned to look at her. "If these tasks interfere with your own duties, please do not hesitate to let me know. You may find I am quite flexible when it comes to dealing with making appointments. Your own duties should not suffer because of your assignment to me."
Belle made more notes. "I shall ask discretely around" she said "But I figure that everyone who knew the defendant has already come forward... he was a marine correct?"
"No. The defendant is a crypto-analyst in the intelligence department. One of my witnesses is a marine, the only one able to identify the defendant."
"Ah sorry I really haven't had much to do with the case nor have I heard much about it." she shrugged.
"That is why you are assigned, because you can arrange meetings without bias towards the defendant," the prosecutor replied. "If that was all lieutenant, it is getting rather late, and tomorrow will be a very long day, no doubt for both of us."
"That is all Sir." She nodded. "Good evening." And she headed out the door.
Finally able to relax, Peter yawned and pulled off his socks again. Fortunately, the liaison hadn't noticed that what he was wearing had been his sleeping attire. Yawning a second time, he ordered the lights off and stepped into bed.
OFF:
Commander Peter Horn
Prosecuting Attorney
by Talla
Lieutenant JG Isabelle Souder
CHOPS
Jillian
by Lieutenant Isabelle Souder & Commodore Talla H'Rhar
Post Details
| Title | Setting Meetings | |
| Mission | M5 The Trial | |
| Author(s) | Lieutenant Isabelle Souder & Commodore Talla H'Rhar | |
| Posted | Mon Feb 08, 2010 @ 11:07am | |
| Location | Peter's quarters | |
| Timeline | M5 MD7 2330 |
After Making the appointment with Aaron, she walked down the halls to Horn's cabin and hit the chime and waited.
"Enter," came the muffled reply. Peter pulled his shirt back over his head, and was just in the process of tugging it down when the operations chief entered. "Ah. Come in lieutenant, please do not mind me, I will be dressed in a few seconds." He proceeded to pull his socks on then padded towards a seat. "Apologies for my appearance," he added as he ran his hands through his damp hair.
"I have set up a meeting for you with the executive officer at 09h00 in the morning." she said softly.
"Excellent." The vulcan seemed oddly cheerful, though he was moving a little stiffly and was sporting several bruises on his bare arms. "Thank you lieutenant, that is excellent work. I would also like for you to set up a meeting with Mrs Dawson, if she is agreeable to it. After lunch might be preferable, if she is available. Also, a meeting with Miss Woodruff for Lunch, to discuss the case." Peter was positively smiling, which gave him a slightly eerie but also not quite unpleasant appearance. It was just odd to see anyone with Vulcanoid appearance smile. "I am truly grateful for your assistance."
Isabelle made notes. "Dawson and Woodruff. Very well Sir. Anyone else?" She asked.
The Vulcan thought for a moment. "Anyone who might have had dealings with the defendant, and would be willing to testify against him. That is, if they have proper motivation to do so, obviously. I am not accepting witnesses simply because they do not like the defendant, that is unfair to him. However, for now, just Dawson as a witness, and Woodruff to discuss matters."
He turned to look at her. "If these tasks interfere with your own duties, please do not hesitate to let me know. You may find I am quite flexible when it comes to dealing with making appointments. Your own duties should not suffer because of your assignment to me."
Belle made more notes. "I shall ask discretely around" she said "But I figure that everyone who knew the defendant has already come forward... he was a marine correct?"
"No. The defendant is a crypto-analyst in the intelligence department. One of my witnesses is a marine, the only one able to identify the defendant."
"Ah sorry I really haven't had much to do with the case nor have I heard much about it." she shrugged.
"That is why you are assigned, because you can arrange meetings without bias towards the defendant," the prosecutor replied. "If that was all lieutenant, it is getting rather late, and tomorrow will be a very long day, no doubt for both of us."
"That is all Sir." She nodded. "Good evening." And she headed out the door.
Finally able to relax, Peter yawned and pulled off his socks again. Fortunately, the liaison hadn't noticed that what he was wearing had been his sleeping attire. Yawning a second time, he ordered the lights off and stepped into bed.
OFF:
Commander Peter Horn
Prosecuting Attorney
by Talla
Lieutenant JG Isabelle Souder
CHOPS
Jillian