Admiral Lasiter, after meeting with General A'amon, needed a moment's peace and
a bite to eat. Opting to eat out instead of his office on Spacedock or at the
SFHQ campus, he headed to the Captain's Table- an officers only estabilishment
on deck 230. {OOC: See the website for details}
He entered and asked the hostess to seat him without a fuss. He was there to
relax, and most definately did not want any fuss made over who he was. The
poor woman did the best she could, but those enjoying a meal just could not
help but notice him. Naturally there was standing and protocol and the like.
Lasiter simply smiled slightly, motioning for people to be easy and return to
enjoying their meal. This was the part of his job that he hated, but could not
get away from. The ceremony.....
He was seated at a soft, U-shaped booth with unoccupied tables on either side.
He studied the menu and ordered tilapia almondine and a light white wine. His
security detail disperse- one at the door and the other two covering the dining
room. The CinC had his space, but was still well protected.
In the middle of his meal, while face burried, reading a news publication that
he had downloaded to a PADD a group of officers took up seats in the table next
to him. They were talking business, and Samuel could not help but get dragged
in. The group of new comers were talking about something esoteric like the
proper deployment of special operations forces when *it* happened. Samuel
spoke up.
"That's not correct.", the CinC commented, still engaged in reading the news
article.
"Excuse me...", answered one of the men from the table next door.
"That's not what special operations units are for. Your target is too large
to effectively take out with a small unit, and the personnel you intend to grab
are not isolated enough for a clean extraction.", Lasiter responded, still
reading the article.
"Well, according to the book it's a valid mission.", replied another.
At this point Lasiter put down his PADD to face the officers. "The book
isn't going on the mission, now is it...."
From there the group and Lasiter traded exchanges for several minutes. It
eventually became a conversation between one of the Captains and Lasiter. The
others just watched. They knew who they were talking to, and the fact that
their buddy kept going was intriguing. Their conversation went from the topic
of special forces deployments to ground warfare tactics to the limits of
medical officers authority to relieve their COs of duty. It was a good
conversation all in all. Lasiter really enjoyed himself.
As it was approaching time for Lasiter to depart for Cait, he thanked the
group for the conversation, and he paid for their meal. On the way out, Samuel
asked the hostess if she knew the Captain that was so talkative. He happened
to be a regular over the past several days. His name was Soran Reid.
Back in his quarters at Earth, Lasiter could not help but think of this
officer that he play point and counter point with at dinner. It bugged him
until he sent Carrhae t'Llhweiir a note...
TO: Adm. Carrhae t'Llhweiir
FRM: Adm. S. Lasiter
RE: Chief of Staff
Possible candidate Captain Soran Reid. Check him out.
SL
Co-GM of the Spacedock Game
Characters:
Adm. Samuel Lasiter,
RAdm. Markus Garibaldi,
Emissary Marconis,
LCDR Donovan Black, and a host of others.
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