Joint Personal Log - CO & Civ - Capn Rhodes & Fabla - "Watch Him, Catch Him Unawares"

Posted on 241408.16 @ 9:28pm by Civilian Fabla & Acting Captain Mark Rhodes

With all that had happened, Fabla had been worried. The nice doctor who had been the first person she had met upon arrival to the Enterprise had been arrested, if the rumors could be believed, and she wasn't entirely recovered from being shot when someone had tried to take Tierney. Fabla was less than pleased over that incident. There was nothing to do about it now though, other than care for Tierney, and make sure she was better watched in the future. Tygelgor had insisted he wouldn't let her out of his sight, but that proved impractical. The tiny Starfleet officer possessed black magic of a sort, and the ability to sneak away unnoticed.

After confirming with the Enterprise's computers that Tierney was safely aboard the big ship, Fabla decided she'd focus on something easier than trying to keep an eye on the slippery small red-head. Tierney had expressed preference for a bath, and the Figaro was lacking facilities for that, so she decided another trek onto the station was in order to attempt to procure such. She told the rest of the Figaro crew to stay at the ship, soothing Nadik's objections by telling him he was to be there in case Miss Tierney returned, and she took Tygelgor with her for safety. They were making their way towards the Bimi station via the Enterprise, holding a soft conversation in Orion, when they spotted Captain Rhodes.

Acting Captain Mark Rhodes adjusted his phaser on his belt. He had Security Officer, an Ensign Jacobs, in tow. Mark had to head over to the station to check on the status of a few orders they had placed a day ago. Mark decided if he himself showed his presence, the traders would feel a bit more motivated to move the goods. He walked down the gangway and noticed the green skinned Fabla following behind.

"Yes, yes, that's him," she murmured to Tygelgor in Orion, noting that the universal translators spitting it out in Federation Standard as she'd been close enough to Rhodes and the ensign for their combadges to pick up what she said. She strode quickly forward, her tall Nausicaan shadow moving silently and swiftly right behind her. "Excuse me Mister Captain Rhodes sir," she said in Federation Standard.

"It's just Mr. Rhodes. Mister Captain was my father," said Mark turning to the Orion. "What can I help you out with Miss?"

"I can see why she likes him," Fabla murmured to Tygelgor, again in Orion, then stepped forward with a winning smile as she held out her hand. "But you are the captain, are you not?"

"Acting like it at least," said Mark coolly. "Yes, Acting Captain Mark Rhodes at your service Miss, what can I do for you?"

"Tygelgor and I were just headed to the station to attempt to locate a bath tub for Miss Tierney, and in light of recent... incidents, might we be able to stay with you? There is safety in numbers, is there not?" She smiled wide at him, and behind her Tygelgor twisted his face into his wide creepy grin.

"I suppose that is so. I have to make a few stops, but myself and Ensign Jacobs would be more then happy for the company," said Mark stepping past the security officers guarding the gangway. "Lead on," said Mark, his boots hitting station deck for the first time.

"What are you shopping for today?" Fabla asked, gracefully sashaying past the security officers on guard. She smiled at them as she passed from the gangway, Tygelgor protectively staying right at her heels.

"I have to speak with a few of the suppliers of the medical equipment the acting Chief requested. They are taking a little longer then expected to deliver their goods," said Mark walking along.

"That is no good, I hope it is something easily resolved," Fabla insisted, falling into step next to Rhodes. She almost had to take two steps for his every one, but she managed well enough.

"Forgive me, we have walked off of the ship and I am blanking as to your name Miss. You know me, but I have not had the pleasure to be formally introduced," said Mark stopping in step.

"Fabla is my name," she introduced herself, stopping with him. "And this is Tygelgor," she added, waving her hand to her Nausicaan companion. He grunted and smiled wide at Rhodes. "Tierney speaks of you, and she had pointed you out in the corridor to me once. I apologize that this put you at a disadvantage."

"It's my lot in life, to be at a disadvantage," admitted Mark, winking to Fabla. "So you are a part of that crew Commander Rinehart picked up from her contacts?"

"You are not so disadvantaged, you have the command of that powerful ship we just left," she returned, her laugh like water cascading down a dozen tiny bells. She smiled. "I am Miss Tierney's pilot for the Figaro."

"Very true," said Mark. "The Figaro, what class is that again? I haven't managed to get a chance to do more then see it in passing reports... I would like to inspect it sometime soon when I get a free moment."

"I believe Nug called it a refit Talarian freighter, I think officially it's now a Firefly class? She handles like a dream, I know that much," Fabla grinned wide. "I am sure Miss Tierney would love to show you around herself."

"I would be interested to check the boat out. In my younger years my uncle ran with a Firefly. Enough to bring back memories," chucked Mark.

"She is a fine vessel," Fabla insisted, smiling. "And you absolutely must meet the rest of the crew. Your crew has been so welcoming to me, it would only feel right to return the hospitality."

"I am glad to hear we have been treating you kindly," said Mark rounding a corner into a busy promenade. "I have been doing some reading, for what you are looking for I would suggest there," said Mark pointing. "The Cortex advertised that place a lot."

"Do you think they would have a tub big enough it would fit even Tygelgor?" she asked, looking where Mark pointed, then glancing over her shoulder at the Nausicaan. She received a curious look from her big burly shadow.

"Perhaps," smiled Mark. "You may get a discount on account of his intimidating nature."

"Just do not make him laugh, for then it will be obvious he is gentle as a kitten unless you threaten someone he is protecting," Fabla insisted, heading towards the shop the Captain had pointed out. The Nausicaan grinned wide, an oddly frightening and endearing image.

"I would imagine so," said Mark with a big grin. "They always seem to be so cuddly," he laughed out loud.

A rumbling laugh and two large arms wrapped around Mark, lifting his boots off to the deck. "Tygelgor cuddle Captain," the universal translator helpfully provided for the rough Orion that issued from the Nausicaan's mouth.

"I ahh eeh, Thank you Tygelgor," said Mark as his breath was pushed out of him.

"Put the Captain down, you big oaf," Fabla chastised Tygelgor with a merry laugh. "You will make Miss Tierney sad if you break him, or the nice security officer will have to put you in the brig for a while." Tygelgor's response was a dismissive sound, but he gently set Mark down with a pat on the head.

"Thank you," he said adjusting his uniform. "So how long have you known Commander Rinehart? Just since she procured your crew?"

"Since she was provided us as crew, yes," Fabla returned, not making a fuss over the subtle difference. She finally walked into the shop that Mark had pointed her towards, looking around for tubs or a shop keeper.

"So, if I may ask," said Mark clearing his throat. "A little bit about you?"

"Mmm, not much to know. Did Tierney mention to you our circumstances before we arrived on the Figaro?" She found a bathtub on display, and bent over to look closer at it.

"Haven't seen much of the Commander on duty," said Mark. "And when we are off duty, we tend to not discuss work," admitted Mark to the civilian freighter pilot.

"Probably a sound policy to keep," Fabla mused, rapping on the tub wall with her knuckle. "I, Tygelgor, and the rest, were slaves before being purchased and freed to be her crew. We were paid handsomely, by Ferengi standards, to help delivery the vessel to Tierney, and she offered to let us leave if we did not like the terms of employment she was able to offer. One did leave."

"And I am a tad fuzzy as to what you do for Commander Rinehart," questioned Mark.

"I pilot the Figaro," Fabla said simply. "Do you know where the merchant is? I think this tub will suffice for our needs."

Mark drew out a tricorder and scanned the tub. "This copper alloy would oxidize before we get it to the ship," admitted Mark. "That one may be your best best," he said pointing blindly.

Fabla peered at Mark and the tricorder, narrowing her eyes in skepticism. "I would assume that it has some sort of protective coating on it, but if you insist." Fabla sighed, hands on her hips, as she marched over to the tub that Mark had pointed out. This one was pure white porcelain, had claw feet on it and looked like it might be big enough for Tygelgor.

"Copper alloys are a dime a dozen," said Mark. "Especially this far out into the black." The shopkeeper, a short red skin toned humanoid stepped out of the back looking rather old and frail for his species. Mark looked at his wrist chrono then up at Fabla, "If you will excuse me Miss, I must be heading on to some business." Ensign Jacobs took a step closer to the Captain.

"Thank you for the company, Captain," Fabla directed at the captain as she turned to the shopkeeper. Tygelgor moved closer to her, eying the bathtub and the shopkeeper curiously.

=/\= END LOG =/\=

Acting Captain Mark Rhodes
Commanding Officer
USS Enterprise NCC-1701-F

Fabla
Civilian Pilot
The Freighter Figaro