> 'Now what....' Lasiter thougth to himself not yet recognizing the
> voice. He turned, and... "Admiral Bedru, good evening."
>
> "Admiral Bedru," greeted the interstellar bandit. Selara was fairly
> indifferent to Bedru. There was nothing threatening in Bedru's posture or
> pheromone signature; Selara just assumed she was here for business.
>
> > "I am sorry to interrupt your dinner," she said, apologizing especially to
> > D'amondra. Then she directed her attention to Lasiter. "Commander, I
> > would like to schedule a first meeting with you and other members of
> > Explorer's command crew. Can you be available day after tomorrow at 1300
> > hours?"
> "1300 hours tomorrow... that would be fine. I assume the meeting
> will be in your office?" he replied switching from his previous
> converstion to address the Admiral's question.
"Yes, we will meet in my office," Bedru replied. "I look forward to
seeing you then." Then, with a nod to both of them, she said, "Ms.
D'amondra, Commander, have a pleasant evening."
(reactions?)
Bedru walked over to the bar and ordered a drink. She settled back and
relaxed. She did not expect Renaud to finish his day for a while, and she
was too keyed up to sit around their suite alone.
She had tried walking around the station a bit, but she had found that the
area was a bit too thick with reporters and the curious. After saying,
"No comment," for the thousandth time, she retreated to this restaurant,
which security had managed to keep fairly pest-free.
Now, she nursed her drink and looked around. Seeing the younger Lasiter
and D'amondra together was, on one level, surprising, but on many others,
seemed almost inevitable. They seemed very much alike, though she
suspected that Lasiter was far more "Star Fleet" than he would want to
acknowledge.
She smiled and continued to survey the room.
(ooc: knowing i'm living dangerously, i'm going to say, what can she get
into, o beneficent one.)
Bedru ends
