>
> Commander Dais was looking for something to do, on his first day on the
> job. He did not have to look far. It found him.
>
> "Commander Dais, this is Lt. Thompson of Diplomatic Affiars. I have a situation
>that I could use your help on. Could you meet me in Customs, sir."
>
> Dais was definitely intrigued by the request. "I will be right down, Lieutenant,"
>he said before closing the line. He quickly handed his station
> over to another officer and left Arsineau in charge of Ops before departing.
>
> The turbolift ride down to Customs did not take long. He saw Lt. Thompson and made
>his way over to the younger officer. "What can I do for you,
> Lieutenant?"
>
"Commander, thank you for comming. There is a Bajoran in the interview room over
there {he indicates a room just down the hall}, and it appears that some of his paper
work is not quite right. He has all of it, but not certain authorizations are
required for carrying certain controlled subatances. Here is where it gets sticky.
This Bajoran is a member of the diplomatic mission from Bajor. He has certain
diplomatic immunity because of that. The Bajoran Ambassador, while being very
promenient, ias also very anxious to get this representative through Customs quickly.
That is why I have been called. I was hoping that you could help, in your role as
station XO, to ease this situation without drawing too much attention from the large
contingent of press or brass. If you know what I mean...."
{response}
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- Chris
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