06-29-2024, 04:44 PM
Noticing first Jaein’s body movements, Coleman’s chin lifted a bit as his head tilted, brows still furrowed slightly. Anyone could put on a show of being conciliatory, but whether they meant it, or whether they were doing it in order to further their agenda, was another thing. Damian hated having to worry about things that seemed conspiratorial. Ever since the mission, it had been nothing but looking over one's shoulder. Coleman could only wonder if this Omdor meant what he was saying, or if he was trying to pump the First Officer for more information.
Throughout Omdor’s rather lengthy explanation for his presence, Coleman weighed in his mind whether it was the truth that was coming out, or not. If it was all a lie it was convincing. Little details spread throughout, along with changes in tone, made him seem earnest. If Jaein was from the shipyards, it would make sense why he’d want to visit the Artemis. Though Damian couldn’t ever recall Ben speaking about a Bajoran wrench wrangler named Omdor or Jaien. Still, he didn’t hold that against the man, as not everyone spoke of every acquaintance or friend they ever had or still maintained.
“He’d told me to come today, but when I arrived his office was in complete disarray and hadn’t been touched in days…”
I wonder if I should ask Cera… no, someone else from Support to maybe tidy his office up. Make it looked lived in until we get word of what exactly is gonna happen with him…
“Is he okay? What’s happened?”
The pair of questions drove Damian to his drink, which he took a significant swill from before even thinking of how he should answer. Coleman’s features softened some, as his hand came up and rubbed one of his eyebrows. Meanwhile, his eyes took a tour of the room, wondering how many even knew what was happening with Elias. Tyra and Damian had remained incredibly tight lipped. And anyone who knew anything about what was happening didn’t have to be told to keep their mouth shut either. Coleman couldn’t even recall what they’d told Elias’ team, except to not answer questions from anyone. Not that they needed to be reminded; their loyalty to Ben was certain.
Letting out a sigh, Damian caught himself and stopped touching his face, taking yet another sip of his drink.
“There were some…”
How the hell am I gonna I say this?
“...complications at the end of our last mission. Not everything went as we’d imagined they would.”
Coleman knew he was being incredibly vague, and Omdor didn’t seem a stupid man; he changed tack quickly enough when he saw Damian’s altered demeanor. He was sure that kind of explanation wouldn’t be enough for Jaein. Though how he handled it would give Damian more insight into the validity of his reasons for asking after Ben.
“Unfortunately, those are details that I cannot divulge or discuss at this time.”
It sounded like the kind of standard answer that Fleet Command might give. It rankled Coleman that he had to do it, but there was little other choice. Until Ben’s name was cleared, or otherwise, talking about what had happened just wasn’t in the cards. He did feel bad for Omdor, and Damian’s face showed it. Visiting from Bajor, heard the Artemis was in-sector, and decided to see an engineering chum. Only to get stonewalled by a First Officer who just finished a dash of some PDA. If it was Coleman, he’d be frustrated.
“What I can say is that Ben is uninjured, in case that is a worry that crops up in your mind.”
At least physically uninjured…
“In the meantime, can I offer for someone else to give you a tour until Chief Elias returns? There’s more than a few people on this ship who would love to talk your ear off about the Artemis, and show you her right down to her rivets.”
It was the best olive branch that Damian could think of. It didn’t answer Omdor’s questions, but it also wasn’t a demand for him to just up and leave either.
“Okay everyone! It’s time for even better fun! I’m going to get us started with Karaoke!! Lets crank it up!”
Even though Jaein and Damian had moved away from the main event, Coleman couldn’t help but smile when he was able to clearly hear Ju shouting. Damian’s trunk rotated to look over his shoulder at what was happening, and wasn’t at all surprised to see Ju leading the charge. Another little chuckle bubbled out of the first officer before he turned back to Omdor with a more welcoming expression.
“Feel free to stay and party with us if you’d like, as long as you aren’t actually on duty,” Damian was reminded that Jaein might be on the clock as he saw his uniform again.
“There’s some strong beverages being served tonight.”
On cue, Coleman took another swig from his own drink.
== tag Omdor ==
Throughout Omdor’s rather lengthy explanation for his presence, Coleman weighed in his mind whether it was the truth that was coming out, or not. If it was all a lie it was convincing. Little details spread throughout, along with changes in tone, made him seem earnest. If Jaein was from the shipyards, it would make sense why he’d want to visit the Artemis. Though Damian couldn’t ever recall Ben speaking about a Bajoran wrench wrangler named Omdor or Jaien. Still, he didn’t hold that against the man, as not everyone spoke of every acquaintance or friend they ever had or still maintained.
“He’d told me to come today, but when I arrived his office was in complete disarray and hadn’t been touched in days…”
I wonder if I should ask Cera… no, someone else from Support to maybe tidy his office up. Make it looked lived in until we get word of what exactly is gonna happen with him…
“Is he okay? What’s happened?”
The pair of questions drove Damian to his drink, which he took a significant swill from before even thinking of how he should answer. Coleman’s features softened some, as his hand came up and rubbed one of his eyebrows. Meanwhile, his eyes took a tour of the room, wondering how many even knew what was happening with Elias. Tyra and Damian had remained incredibly tight lipped. And anyone who knew anything about what was happening didn’t have to be told to keep their mouth shut either. Coleman couldn’t even recall what they’d told Elias’ team, except to not answer questions from anyone. Not that they needed to be reminded; their loyalty to Ben was certain.
Letting out a sigh, Damian caught himself and stopped touching his face, taking yet another sip of his drink.
“There were some…”
How the hell am I gonna I say this?
“...complications at the end of our last mission. Not everything went as we’d imagined they would.”
Coleman knew he was being incredibly vague, and Omdor didn’t seem a stupid man; he changed tack quickly enough when he saw Damian’s altered demeanor. He was sure that kind of explanation wouldn’t be enough for Jaein. Though how he handled it would give Damian more insight into the validity of his reasons for asking after Ben.
“Unfortunately, those are details that I cannot divulge or discuss at this time.”
It sounded like the kind of standard answer that Fleet Command might give. It rankled Coleman that he had to do it, but there was little other choice. Until Ben’s name was cleared, or otherwise, talking about what had happened just wasn’t in the cards. He did feel bad for Omdor, and Damian’s face showed it. Visiting from Bajor, heard the Artemis was in-sector, and decided to see an engineering chum. Only to get stonewalled by a First Officer who just finished a dash of some PDA. If it was Coleman, he’d be frustrated.
“What I can say is that Ben is uninjured, in case that is a worry that crops up in your mind.”
At least physically uninjured…
“In the meantime, can I offer for someone else to give you a tour until Chief Elias returns? There’s more than a few people on this ship who would love to talk your ear off about the Artemis, and show you her right down to her rivets.”
It was the best olive branch that Damian could think of. It didn’t answer Omdor’s questions, but it also wasn’t a demand for him to just up and leave either.
“Okay everyone! It’s time for even better fun! I’m going to get us started with Karaoke!! Lets crank it up!”
Even though Jaein and Damian had moved away from the main event, Coleman couldn’t help but smile when he was able to clearly hear Ju shouting. Damian’s trunk rotated to look over his shoulder at what was happening, and wasn’t at all surprised to see Ju leading the charge. Another little chuckle bubbled out of the first officer before he turned back to Omdor with a more welcoming expression.
“Feel free to stay and party with us if you’d like, as long as you aren’t actually on duty,” Damian was reminded that Jaein might be on the clock as he saw his uniform again.
“There’s some strong beverages being served tonight.”
On cue, Coleman took another swig from his own drink.
== tag Omdor ==