[Personal Log] Victor J. Springfield, Esq.
Jul 11, 2016 6:26:54 GMT -5
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Jul 11, 2016 6:26:54 GMT -5
USS Sentinel NCC-99014 Personal Log
Lieutenant Victor Springfield - Diplomatic Liaison Officer
Stardate : (After the "A Cheesy Apology" text RP, but before the 7/10/2016 Sentinel episode)
[Log Begins]
Victor is sitting at a desk in his quarters with the lights dimmed low, and nearly concealed by a mist of cigar smoke. A lit Churchill cigar hangs in his mouth, and it's about 50% burned down. A glass of Jonnie Walker Blue rests on his desk, which he occasionally sips from. Music plays softly from the back of the room...
"Didn't expect this as a first assignment." He ashes his cigar. "The People are definitely... uncooperative when it comes to diplomacy. Looks like some form of internal strife or conflict between their various divisions of society. Not the kind of issue I like to get entangled in." He sips from his drink. "I don't like to engage in more than one negotiation at a time, if I can avoid it... and that's exactly what we have here. They have no single representative or representative group, which makes it an inherently unpredictable situation."
"To make matters worse, we have another... element at play here. This group, called the People, bear a strong resemblance to what we might consider demons. The same goes for our..." he sighs "honored guest called K'rika. In fact, I've consulted my copy of Tobin's Spirit Guide --" he motions toward a dusty tome on his shelf "-- and it's confirmed... what we're dealing with is more than just an alien race. Nobody seems to believe me that K'Rika is a potential hazard. I fear that this will be a serious problem down the road."
"And if diplomatic hardship and demons weren't enough, there's some amount of domestic turmoil taking place on the other side of the deck. I walked in on Lieutenants Cameron and Walker having a fight about something or other... seems like Lieutenants Decia and Walker are fighting over the guy." Victor sighs and ashes his cigar. "I tried resolving the situation, but I clearly didn't have enough credibility with the actors to establish a dialogue. That's the thing... you need a certain amount of... social latinum to cash in at the door, just to get inside. There's a cover charge, you know. That's something most people don't understand. Anyway, it looks like I don't have enough of that social latinum quite yet. Too bad... I might have been able to do something about it. God, it reminds me of the fights I used to have with Robin. Of course, and this is to my credit --" he took the cigar out of his mouth and sipped from his drink, which was clearly not his first drink of the night. "-- there was no other woman. Not that Robin ever believed that, but was the truth, damn it." the glass clinks back to the desk a little too loudly, which causes Vic to jump a little bit. "I wonder what she's doing these days, if she's still on Earth. She always said she wanted to see the stars." he set his jaw as he thought about it... he never took her on assignment, so did he deprive her of that? Was that why she left? he shook his head.
"Doesn't matter now, I guess. It's been three years. I can't..." the next few words were clearly hard to pronounce "waste my time... dealing with it. We've got bigger problems anyway, and I think it takes the form of The People and K'Rika. I think it's a little naive to allow a... demon on board the ship in the first place. Who makes these kinds of decisions, anyway?" he groans.
"I should get back to work. See you later, alligator." he smiles weakly and reaches over to shut off the screen, after which...
[End of Log.]
Lieutenant Victor Springfield - Diplomatic Liaison Officer
Stardate : (After the "A Cheesy Apology" text RP, but before the 7/10/2016 Sentinel episode)
[Log Begins]
Victor is sitting at a desk in his quarters with the lights dimmed low, and nearly concealed by a mist of cigar smoke. A lit Churchill cigar hangs in his mouth, and it's about 50% burned down. A glass of Jonnie Walker Blue rests on his desk, which he occasionally sips from. Music plays softly from the back of the room...
"Didn't expect this as a first assignment." He ashes his cigar. "The People are definitely... uncooperative when it comes to diplomacy. Looks like some form of internal strife or conflict between their various divisions of society. Not the kind of issue I like to get entangled in." He sips from his drink. "I don't like to engage in more than one negotiation at a time, if I can avoid it... and that's exactly what we have here. They have no single representative or representative group, which makes it an inherently unpredictable situation."
"To make matters worse, we have another... element at play here. This group, called the People, bear a strong resemblance to what we might consider demons. The same goes for our..." he sighs "honored guest called K'rika. In fact, I've consulted my copy of Tobin's Spirit Guide --" he motions toward a dusty tome on his shelf "-- and it's confirmed... what we're dealing with is more than just an alien race. Nobody seems to believe me that K'Rika is a potential hazard. I fear that this will be a serious problem down the road."
"And if diplomatic hardship and demons weren't enough, there's some amount of domestic turmoil taking place on the other side of the deck. I walked in on Lieutenants Cameron and Walker having a fight about something or other... seems like Lieutenants Decia and Walker are fighting over the guy." Victor sighs and ashes his cigar. "I tried resolving the situation, but I clearly didn't have enough credibility with the actors to establish a dialogue. That's the thing... you need a certain amount of... social latinum to cash in at the door, just to get inside. There's a cover charge, you know. That's something most people don't understand. Anyway, it looks like I don't have enough of that social latinum quite yet. Too bad... I might have been able to do something about it. God, it reminds me of the fights I used to have with Robin. Of course, and this is to my credit --" he took the cigar out of his mouth and sipped from his drink, which was clearly not his first drink of the night. "-- there was no other woman. Not that Robin ever believed that, but was the truth, damn it." the glass clinks back to the desk a little too loudly, which causes Vic to jump a little bit. "I wonder what she's doing these days, if she's still on Earth. She always said she wanted to see the stars." he set his jaw as he thought about it... he never took her on assignment, so did he deprive her of that? Was that why she left? he shook his head.
"Doesn't matter now, I guess. It's been three years. I can't..." the next few words were clearly hard to pronounce "waste my time... dealing with it. We've got bigger problems anyway, and I think it takes the form of The People and K'Rika. I think it's a little naive to allow a... demon on board the ship in the first place. Who makes these kinds of decisions, anyway?" he groans.
"I should get back to work. See you later, alligator." he smiles weakly and reaches over to shut off the screen, after which...
[End of Log.]