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Spider Webs

Posted on 26 Oct 2018 @ 3:37am by Captain Gazelle Girabaldi & First Lieutenant Katelyn Elias

Mission: Prologue: The Third
Location: Starbase 611, The Dark Room
Timeline: MD2, 20:03

Katelyn was drawn to the club in the civilian section of the Starbase based on its description on the station's directory. The directory described it as a place for underground music and a dark but artistic atmosphere. She had no idea what it meant, but, she was willing to give it a shot. It certainly was the most mysterious thing on the directory and so she entered. The room was dark with mahogany furniture with appeared to be very comfortable cushioning covered in leather. The walls were wooden and brick and the atmosphere was sophisticated or at least that's how she felt when she walked in. The bar was dark but enough light to be able to see and move around comfortably with and see who you were talking to or at least next to. She took a stool at the bar and glanced at the woman next to her she had a spider web tattoo on her neck which was interesting to her, to say the least.

"Interesting tattoo," she said, to her.

Hearing someone sit down next to her and then a female voice, Gazelle looked over with a cheerful smile. "Thanks! I think it's my favorite one... some people are scared of it, but it's such an awesome conversation starter. Well, when people get to see it anyway."

"People are afraid of your tattoo?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

Gazelle shrugged. "Some people don't like spiders. I always liked them though. And some people just... don't like tattoos, if you can believe that."

"It's not like they can catch it from you," she said, turning her attention to the bartender. "Best wheat ale on tap," she ordered. "Can I get you anything?" she asked her new acquaintance.

Holding up a glass full of startling red liquid, Gazelle grinned and shook her head. "I'm good. I wandered in for the music and found this wonderful highly caffeinated niche beverage on their menu. Had a weird name, but it tastes fine."

"What is that?" she asked, looking at the glass.

"Caf.... something. Some kind of throwback to the early 20th century. Like, a combination of energy drink and soda. Tastes sort of like carbonated fruit punch." Truth be told, Gazelle didn't quite know what it really was other than highly caffeinated and probably extremely unhealthy.

"Oh," she said. "Don't think it's for me," she said, honestly. She gave her order to the waiter for a synthehol beverage. "So are you in Starfleet?" she asked, curiously.

"I can't say I'd recommend anything with this much caffeine to anyone." Gazelle snickered slightly, taking another sip of her drink before answering the question. "I am, have been for... well, a long time. Right now I'm attached to the Third as the head of their medical detachment."

"I'm Assistant Training and Operations Officer of the third," she said, turning to face her on her stool.

"Small universe." Gazelle chuckled a little, turning to face Katelyn more directly and holding her hand out. "I suppose we should actually know each other then. Captain Gazelle Girabaldi, but in here you can call me GG."

"GG," she said, in confirmation. "First Lieutenant Katelyn Elias," she said, shaking the doctor's hand.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm not sure how often we'll be working together, but the more faces I know the better." Gazelle chuckled a bit, picking her drink up again. "You'll probably be visiting us at some point, so I'll warn you... I've never run my teams strictly as Starfleet says I should. We won't be like other medical units you may have worked with, but we'll take care of you. We just like to have fun while doing it."

"Apart for my annual I don't really plan on it," she said, honestly. "No offense."

"None taken." Gazelle winked at her new friend, amused by the response. "One visit a year just means you're healthy. And either not terribly prone to injury or not likely to visit over something silly."

"I do my best to stay problem free," she said. "Have you worked with a Marine unit like this before?"

Gazelle shook her head. "No, but I've served on ships that carry Marines on board. Not quite the same, I know, but I'm sure I can pull it off. Everything in medicine is a learning experience anyhow."

"I'd like to think we're not all that different," she said. "Outside of the uniform... which some of your people wear now," she said.

"Most people in the service are fairly like-minded. Some more gruff than others, some a little more... wild." It was no secret which category Gazelle fell into, with some of her tattoos currently visible. "Honestly, I don't think we'll have any trouble. And the fatigues are nice... I have a set, just haven't had cause to wear it yet."

"Well now you do," she said, with a wink. "Welcome to the marines, Ma'am."

 

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