James Watson came off of the ship last but looked up in time to see Bedru
and another man walking off arm-in-arm. He felt something...it was
anger...jealousy. 'Oh My God! What am I doing? I'm a married man!'.
He grabbed a Security person and was directed to the VIP Quarters. He was
not amused-usually there is a person to help carry bags but this was an
unusual time as they had heard on their orders back.
He made his way to the VIP Quarters section where his leg finally gave way.
He leaned against the wall dropping his bags on the floor. He reminded
himself to see the famous Dr. Brennan about his leg..it was getting worse as
he got older.
Watson could see someone waiting outside one of the rooms. The being was a tellerite,
and was just waiting.
By the time that James was ready to proceed, the tellerite started to walk in his
direction. The uniform was clear as day, the pig was Starfleet.
"Excuse me, sir, are you by change James Watson.", the Tellerite woman asked as she
approached.
{response}
"Good. Sir, I am Commander Na'Tral. I have been sent here to brief you on your new
assignment with the Diplomatic Council, as I am your predessor. If I may help you
with your luggage, we may get to some place where we can speak candidly.", she said
rather politely for a Tellerite.
{response}
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GM of JSOC
Characters:
Adm. Samuel Lasiter, RAdm. Markus Garibaldi, and a host of others.
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