A Stroll

Posted on Fri Aug 25, 2017 @ 9:25pm by Lieutenant JG Zander Devereaux & Ensign Terry Walsh & Ensign Zahara

Mission: Strange Matter
Location: Promenade
Timeline: MD 28 || 1700 Hours

The ship was much larger than Zahara could have ever imagined. It was nearly impossible not stop and take in everything she saw as she made her way through the promenade. She'd passed Subspace Sound some time ago, but her curiosity prevented her from going inside just yet. There was a strong desire to explore... to see what it was the ship had to offer... that was accessible to her, of course.

"Coffee...coffee...where are you?" A short, stocky black haired man with barely regulation hair and a mustache and goatee mumbled as he walked along the Promenade. "Why did they move stores around? I need coffee."

Zander was more intent on watching for signs that proclaimed they carried the liquid life in some form and less than where he was walking and suddenly found himself in a near collision with someone that was actually shorter than himself. "Now that's a first...." he started as he began to walk around the person, then caught a better look of her.

She was shorter, yes, but she was also built like a brick house with startling white hair, pale skin and a set of torpedoes on her chest that would make a Romulan beg. "Well, hello there," he said, forgetting about the coffee and the name of the ship he was on.

Zahara blinked a couple times as she turned her attention to the man she'd just run into. "Hello," she said politely. "I did not mean to bump into you. Please." She stepped aside and gestured for him to proceed.

"You don't have to beg me," Zander said with a broad smile. "Zander Devereaux, at your service, Lady....?"

"Zahara," she answered with a smile. "My name is Zahara. It is nice to meet you, Mister Devereaux."

Terry was enjoying his time off for a change. It had proven to be a busy few days for the Morale Officer and now it was time for him to increase his morale. He'd been walking the Promenade, taking in the shops again and sipping his glass of Beaux Frères Pinot Noir Ribbon Ridge. It was wine that was supple, expressive, and multilayered. It was then that he caught sight of a very gorgeous woman. "Ohh, the embodiment of what's in my glass." She was with someone he didn't recognize. Still he approached.

The tall, muscled, bald man walked up. "Evening. I don't believe I've met either of you before." He nodded to the dark haired man and then turned back to beauty incarnate. "I'm Terry Walsh," he said to the woman.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mister Walsh. I am Zahara," she said, smiling up at the newcomer. So far, people didn't seem to know who she was, and maybe that would work in her favor if she kept her mouth shut. Of course, the Thasian couldn't keep her secret forever. Someone was likely to talk eventually. Still... there was nothing that said Zahara needed to tell anyone right now. "I am fairly new to the ship, and aside from a few others, you are two of the first people I have met properly."

Zander glowered when the taller bald man approached and stepped between him and Zahara. "Where'd you get assigned from?" he asked. "Or are you a civvie?"

The white haired woman looked confused. "What is this... civvie... that you speak of?"

Terry thought that odd that she didn't recognize a word that most would have. He chuckled and lifted his glass, drawing attention. "What my fellow officer means, Zahara, is do you work for Starfleet or are not? A civvie is someone who doesn't work for Starfleet. And you can call me Terry. Mister Walsh was my dad."

"Civilian," Zander added before he looked at Terry. "Zander Devereaux, Engineering." Instead of waiting for a response, he looked back at Zahara. "What a coincidence," he said. "Both our names start with Z."

Terry looked an Zander and grinned before turning back to Zahara. He swirled the wine in his glass and took a sip, enjoying every flavor that burst on his tongue. "You look thirsty, Zahara. You can have a sip if you'd like, I don't mind if you don't. And if you like it, you and I could go get another one."

"I do not work for Starfleet, so I suppose that does make me a... civvie," she replied, looking between both men before she settled on the taller one. "I shall call you Terry, then, since that is your wish." She flashed him a perfect smile, then looked to Zander. "It is quite the coincidence that both of our names begin with the same letter, and I find it rather sweet." Then, once again, she was looking back at Terry. It was like watching some kind of tennis match. "Thank you for the offer, Terry, but I do not drink."

Put that back in your fancy glass and choke on it, swill drinking thirsty.... Zander thought. "How about some hot bean flavored water of life?" He asked. "I swear by it."

"I... I do not know what that means," Zahara said, looking at Zander apologetically. Oh, there was so much to learn.

Wow...her smile. Terry smiled back at her, but it was nothing near her perfection. "It's another form of a drink we have available, Zahara," said Terry. "It's called coffee by most people. Tastes really bitter, too. Not to mention sharp and biting with an almost alkaline flavor. Most people drink it for the alertness that it provides. Or so I'd assume. Because it sure isn't the taste that's appealing. At any rate, are you finding your way around ship well enough? I mean, if there's anything I can help you with, I'd be glad to. Part of a Morale Officer's job after all."

"You must have gotten some of the basic stuff that they give Moron Officers," Zander grunted. "Coffee is the elixir of life," he told Zahara. "I know of blends that caress the tongue and provide a pleasant sensation which slowly increases your alertness without any aftertaste at all. It doesn't leave you feeling jittery or having a crash afterwards. Come with me and I'll introduce you to a new world."

"Please, do not allow me to keep you two from having coffee together," she said not understanding that Zander meant with her. To her, Zahara thought the shorter man was inviting the taller on to experience this whole new world he spoke of. "I will be able to find my way around. The Commodore showed me how to use the computer to find my way around the ship. It has been quite helpful so far, too."

She placed a hand against her chest and frowned. "I am so sorry. Here I am going on and on when you two have... what is it called... a date?"

Terry nodded towards the shorter man at the mention of Moron Officer then turned back to Zahara. "Nah, I'm not having coffee with him. I don't drink that gruel. And I'm definitely not going on a date with him. So you didn't interrupt anything. Besides I have more refined tastes. So, the computer is good for helping you find places. But it can't introduce you to people and cultures that you'll find in those places. That's what I'm for."

"Gee, I thought you were here to drink that vinegar swill and to make people feel better," Zander told Terry. "In fact, I know I'd feel better immediately if you went away." He looked back at Zahara. "I'd never date a fellow officer....but a beautiful lady like yourself...ah, but my very heart would beat faster just to hear you say that you enjoyed even a moment of my company, dear Zahara."

"It would be nice to meet more people and experience new cultures," Zahara commented, looking up to Terry with a smile. Then, as if watching some sadistic game of ping pong, she looked toward Zander. Thankfully, the Thasian didn't quite understand what the two of them were talking about, but she was learning quite a bit. "I am enjoying both of your company."

Terry looked sideways at Zander, wondering where that soliloquy had just come from. He downed the last bit of his wine and looked to the white haired woman. "Well, I'm glad to hear that," he said. "I'm also enjoying your company. Of course, it's easy to enjoy the company of a woman as elegant as you, Zahara." Terry smiled. "Whenever you'd like to meet more people and experience new cultures, it would be my honor to show you around and introduce you to them. I can't imagine anyone that wouldn't want to meet the incarnation of beauty and magnificence. Please allow me to spend time getting to you so I can properly introduce you." He eyed Zander. The engineer wasn't the only one that could pull it off.

"'Twould be an honor, Zahara, for you are like an oasis in the Sahara," Zander began. "You have brightened my day in every way and I would happily do you that honor. Come with me to the sea and let us explore every shore and while the days away."

Oh, but they were both laying it on pretty thick. Any thicker, and she'd be swimming in it, but she didn't know any better. Zahara was learning much from these two, and maybe she could use it during her next encounter. "You two have been teaching me quite a bit, and I find that I cannot wait to use it the next time I meet someone knew."

"Well I'm glad you're learning new things," said Terry. "But learning is only part of it. Application is the rest. You have to know how to use what you've learned. Would you like me to teach you how to apply some of your new learning?"

"I would," the petite woman answered with a smile.

"I could teach you even more things," Zander offered. "I have holodeck programs that would knock your socks off and take you to worlds that you never dreamed existed."

Terry returned the smile and added a wink. "That's not bad," he said to Zander, "but I think exploring strange, new worlds would come along quite a bit after exploring her strange, new ship and applying what she's learning." He clapped Zander on the shoulder before turning back to Zahara. "We can begin right now if you want. Or if you'd rather explore some more and meet more cultures, there's no place better than the Promenade and it's shops."

"I do wish to stay on the promenade," she mused out loud before looking between the two men. "I am going to apply to be a dancer at Subspace Sound. The Commodore recommended I try finding a job there."

"That's a great place to shake your tail feathers," Zander said. "If you go to work there, I'd be in there every night as your most loyal customer."

"Now there's something to agree on," said Terry. "If you haven't been by there yet, we could take a stroll and peer inside. It might even be opening soon," he added. Terry looked down to the petite woman who appeared to be a full foot shorter than he was and walked over to her side. He put his arm out for her to take it. "If you would be so kind as to take my arm and allow me to escort you there?"

With a smile, she took his arm and looked toward Zander, then to her other arm. "I would love to be escorted by you both," she said. "Perhaps, if Miss Wells is in, I can audition for her and see if she will hire me." Her excited state kept her from the dangers of exposing herself to them.

Zander offered her his other arm and glared at Terry for a second before he looked at Zahara. "M'Lady, the Subspace Sound awaits your presence," he said.

"So gorgeous, what do you have in mind for an audition?" asked Terry.

Zahara held on to both of their arms as they made their way down the corridor. She looked unsure. "I suppose I will have to dance, but I am afraid I do not know how to. I have never danced before. This will be the first time."

"I doubt she'll make you dance right away," Zander said. "You could tell her that you want to set up an interview and that you have a few things going on before you can do it. That way, you'll have time to learn and I can help you with that."

Yeah, I bet you can, thought Terry. "Whenever you can get away from Engineering. I hear things keep breaking down there all the time. So when he's away with work, you and I, Zahara, can explore."

"Do you not have the same shifts?" the white haired woman asked, unable to keep from looking inside some of the shops as they went by.

"I'm Alpha as they come," Zander said. "Not sure about Beta Boy there. People need morale boosting around the clock, but my department in Engineering is solid."

"You know, people do need their morale boosted around the clock," said Terry. "That said, my door is always open to you, Zahara. Anytime at all you need me, day or night, stop by. And if I'm not in my office, you can find me at Deck Fifteen, Room Zero-One-Two-Five." He gave her arm a gentle squeeze.

Zahara smiled. "I am quite sure you are both very good at your jobs, yes? It is what you were trained for," she said. "And thank you, Terry. I will keep that in mind for the future. Perhaps, I will pay you a visit."

"If Chrome Dome is done trying to get you to his van with some candy, we can check out the club now," Zander said with broad smile.

"Pay no attention to the little guy with the big ego," said Terry. "That's about the only thing engineers have, big egos. But it does look like we're here." He kept a firm, yet easy grip on Zahara's arm. "And I'm sure you'll so just fine when she schedules for your audition. Speaking of, I'd be glad to be here for you and offer support for your audition...if the owner allows. Besides, it might make you feel more comfortable to have a friend there."

"Why do you call him Chrome Dome?" she asked, looking toward Zander. Having two escorts wasn't easy, but she was managing. Zahara looked at Terry. "I would love it if you would be there. Both of you."

"Because he's bald," Zander said. "It looks like he's trying to bond his hand to your arm, too. Rather possessive if you ask me. I'd be happy to go there with you, Lady Zahara."

"Why don't you go in and see if the owner is there, Zander," Terry said, as they got closer to the doors. "I'll keep you company until he gets back, Zahara." He turned his head to Zander. "Go on."

"Why don't you go take a flying leap into a warp core?" Zander said before he looked back at Zahara. "I apologize, Lady Zahara. This guy isn't doing much for morale. I promise that I'll go in with you and make sure he doesn't ruin your chances of being a dancer here."

"And leave beauty incarnate to fend for herself against the likes of dark haired corsairs? Not a chance," said Terry. "Zahara, nothing I could do would hinder your chances. As a matter of fact, some kind of crew morale boosting recommendation from someone the counseling department might help. I'm at your disposal."

She still didn't understand, but figured this was normal behavior among humans. "We will all go together, and I will keep you both in mind for the future."

"More like waste disposal," Zander said as he headed into the nightclub with her and tried to ignore his growing anger at the bald officer.

Terry was making it a point to at least know the names of the people who owned shops on the Promenade. How else was Morale Officer to recommend places for people to visit? And this one, he thought, Ailyssa. "Maybe the owner will be out in a second. But what do you think at first glance, Zahara?"

Zahara looked around and appeared thoughtful. She'd never seen anything like this before. Then again... she hadn't seen much of anything before. "It is interesting, and I think I could come to appreciate it. Then again, I have yet to witness this place full of people."

Inside was a large expanse of open floor with a long, well stocked bar to the right with a Rigellian male and a Andorian female serving drinks. To the left was a series of booths against the wall. On either side of the club was two raised dais with a woman in each one dancing and directly ahead was a raised platform that had a wall of humanoid bodies blocking the way of something. Music played from hidden speakers.

"Check this out," Zander said as he watched the barely clad female dances moving to the music.

Terry took advantage of the moment that Zander's attention had been turned. "So Zahara, could you see yourself dancing on one of those dais?" Terry asked. "Because I could."

The white haired woman was impressed. "You know... I think I could. If Miss Wells hires me," Zahara commented as she continued to take in the sites. Of course, that meant letting go of the arms belonging to her escorts as she made her way around to scope things out more closely.

A female with brunette hair and blue eyes wearing a unusual outfit came around the side of the dancers and headed for the bar before she paused when she saw the three newcomers.

She headed over to them with a smile and extended a hand to the pale one wearing the beautiful dress. "Welcome to Subspace Sound," she said, her voice carrying over the music. "I'm the owner, Ailyssa Wells. Can I help you three with anything?"

"Terry Walsh," he said. Then he put his hand on Zahara's back, "And this gorgeous woman is Zahara."

"Who," Zander said. "Believe it or not, can speak for herself."

"My name is Zahara," the white haired woman said with a smile and she bowed her head toward Ailyssa. "I am here to speak to you about a job. Commodore Aravan said you may appreciate my talents."

Ailyssa looked her over and nodded. "Well, you certainly have the form that would get attention, but what other talents do you have?"

"That is something better left for private," Zahara stated.

Ailyssa looked at the two men with her. "I'm afraid private auditions are just that," she said. "Feel free to help yourself to drinks at the bar."

Zander nodded, not happy to be left there with Chrome Dome, but he headed for the bar.

Terry strolled over to the bar and took a seat, a couple of stools down from Zander. The last he wanted was a full on brawl in the club with him. After all, their first introduction hadn't gone well.

The shore Engineer got a drink and looked over at the bald man. "You say you're a Moral Officer? Well, you ain't doing shit for mine."

Terry looked over to the man. "There are others," he said. "Not all of us fit everyone. I can schedule you for an appointment with each of them until you find a Starfleet officer that fits. Let's say...three to four hours with each of the other Morale Officers in the department every evening for the next several weeks. That should allow you enough time." He grinned and picked up his drink that bartender set down.

"Man, when you lost your hair, your brains musta got sucked out into space, because there's a vacuum between your ears," Zander said. "Fine. Let me spell it out for you: I saw her first, numbwit, which means if you keep butting in, you'll have a foot fitting in yours."

"You saw her first? You're really going with that tired old adage? Eh, what should I expect out of an engineer," said Terry. He took another drink and set the glass down. "She's free to make a choice. I'm just giving her another, better option."

"Is that so?" Zander asked with a raised eyebrow. "The way it sounds, you couldn't get some action in an Orion brothel with a fistful of latinum. What's your rank, anyway? Crewman apprentice?

"Doesn't matter, old man," said Terry. "What matters is that I've got youth, stamina, and strength on my side. I bet you have to go to Medical and get a hypospray like all the others old codgers, huh gramps?"

"Disrespecting a senior officer isn't a joke, Walsh," Zander said as he got off the bar stool and looked at the man. "Let me find out you're an Ensign, boy, and the only morale that will need improving is yours."

"Huh, I would have thought disrespecting any kind of an officer wasn't a joke," said Terry. "Orion brothels and all that."

"I asked you a direct question," Zander said. "You decided that it didn't matter because you're younger and that I need medical help for anything. That is disrespecting an officer. Now answer the damned question."

"And telling me that I couldn't get it in an Orion brothel with a fistful of latinum isn't disrespecting an officer? You're seriously going to start calling protocol and then hold a double standard? All because of a woman." Terry picked up his drink and stood. "You know what, that's fine. If you'll go that far, you can have her. I don't have time for your double standard." He started heading for the crowd and turned, "Tell her whatever you want, bub."

"Up yours, too," Zander muttered and turned his attention back to the bar.

***

"If you'll come with me, please?" Ailyssa asked before she turned and headed towards a door located beside the bar that had Manager written on it.

Zahara turned toward Terry and Zander. "I will return shortly," she said with a smile before she turned to make her way to the door Ailyssa was heading to.

"Good luck," Zander called to her.

"You'll do great, Zahara," Terry said from his bar stool.

Ailyssa went and keyed the panel to give her and the woman entrance to a small office which had another door to the left of the desk and she went behind the desk. "So, Zahara," she said with a smile. "You said Commodore Aravan referred you here and that I would appreciate your talents?"

"I did," the white haired woman confirmed.

"What sort of talents are we talking about?" Ailyssa asked.

"This," the Thasian woman said, making herself transparent, which was normal for her, but still holding the shape of a woman. "I could be a dancer if that is what you wished."

Ailyssa blinked and would have fallen over when the woman went transparent. "Are you...are you a hologram?" she managed after a moment.

"No, I am not a hologram," Zahara replied, not wanting to get into what she really was, and hopefully, Ailyssa wouldn't ask too many questions.

"May I ask what race you are?" the brunette asked curiously.

"You may. I am a Thasian," she replied simply.

"I haven't heard of your species, but I do have a few questions for you," Aily said as her mind started to work. "You can go transparent and apparently change your looks and clothes at will. Can you make yourself a swirl of different colors in a humanoid body like you had before while maintaining semi transparency?"

"If that is what you wish from me, yes," Zahara answered, doing exactly as Ailyssa suggested. "I am afraid I haven't danced much, but I am quite sure I can move to the beat of any music playing."

Ailyssa watched her and smiled. "Now that's what I'm talking about," she said. "Can you add a bit of translucent clothing over your chest and groin area?"

Zahara focused a bit over those areas and did what was asked, though, those areas were a bit more opaque than the rest of her. Still, she was see through. "Will this do?"

"That's very cool," Ailyssa said as she moved behind her desk and started some music. "Now let's see you move to it."

She listened to the beat of the music for a moment or two before she began to move to. It wasn't exactly perfect, but it wasn't horrible, either. With a little bit of practice, she could very well be a pro at dancing. When Zahara was done showing the owner what she had, she solidified once more. "What do you think?"

"I think...you are magnificent," Aily said after a moment. She looked as if she had been entranced and shook her head to clear it before she blinked a few times. "I think that you have yourself a job, Zahara. Depending on the night and take, I can give you five hundred a month to start. More if we make more."

"Thank you, Miss Wells. I am ready to start whenever you wish me to," the white haired woman said with a smile. She never imagined she would have gotten the job, and now that she had, Zahara was thrilled. "I won't let you down, either."

Ailyssa reached into a drawer and pulled out a holoprogram stick and handed it to her. "This is a list of songs we usually play and dance moves to each song. You can access them on any holodeck and take your time to learn them. I won't expect you to learn them all overnight, so take a few weeks and then come back to me and I'll see what you've learned. You can come back here any night before then, but I would rather you come as my guest."

Zahara accepted the stick and looked it over. She would definitely have to ask someone how to use this particular device. For now, though, she would spend some time here and get to know the ins and outs of the club. "Thank you again. I will spend a little time here and observe over the next few weeks while I am learning the songs and moves that go with them," she said. "In the meantime, I should probably return to my escorts."

"Your escorts?" Ailyssa asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Terry and Zander. The two gentlemen you sent to the bar," the white haired woman replied.

"Why do you call them your escorts?" the brunette club owner asked.

Zahara looked confused at the odd question, but answered it nonetheless. "Because they have escorted me here so that I could speak with you."

"That's a good reason," Aily said. "In the meantime, do you need an advance on your salary?"

"I do not think so," she answered. "There isn't much the I require right now, but thank you for thinking of me in such a way."

"You're welcome," Ailyssa said with a smile. "Also, I have a few other ideas to think about, but we can talk about that later."

"That sounds good. If you need to get in touch with me for whatever reason, the computer should be able to help you find me," the Thasian said with a smile just before leaving the office. She made her way over to the bar where she'd seen Terry and Zander last, but was a bit perplexed to see that the shorter man was the only one still there. "I got the job, but what happened to Terry?"

Zander looked up and smiled. "His butt hurt and he wandered off to nurse the boo boo with a drink," he said. "That's great news on you getting the job, Zahara! Care to come celebrate on the Promenade?"

The woman in white frowned. Terry just left without saying anything? "He is hurt?"

"Just his feelings," Zander said. "He's a big boy. He'll be okay. Let's go see what the Promenade has to offer."

"I would like to, but I cannot at the moment. I have some studying to do, and not a lot of time to do it. Thank you for the offer, though. Perhaps, another time?" she offered.

"Then let me walk you back to your quarters," Zander offered with a smile.

"Thank you," Zahara said, gesturing toward the door. She looked around for Terry briefly before making her way out. If there was time later, she would find him later and make sure he was okay.

Terry had disappeared in the crowd, but he still couldn't miss Zahara when she came out. He left his drink on the bar and made his way out to where she and Zander were standing. He didn't expect that Zander had cooled down any after their encounter, but he was counting on the fact that he wouldn't do it in front of Zahara. "Hey!" he called out. "Zahara! How did everything go?" He ran up to her side.

Zahara smiled brightly. "I got the job!" she exclaimed in her excitement, but the her brow furrowed a bit. "How are you? Are you feeling better? Zander told me your butt was hurt."

Zander grinned from ear to ear when Zahara told the bald man what he had said. "Sure you don't need to go to Medical for that?" he asked Terry.

"Congratulations, Zahara," said Terry. Then he eyed Zander and shook his head. "Nah, it's good," he said. "My butt is just fine," he said to Zahara. "See?" He turned his hip towards the woman so she could see that his butt was fine.

A hand went to her chest as she breathes a visible sigh of relief. "I am glad your butt is okay. I was quite worried you would need to take a trip to sickbay to have it looked at."

"He still should get a second opinion," Zander said. "I was just getting ready to walk Zahara back to her quarters because she has to study," he told Terry. "So why don't you go get a medical diagnosis while I do that?"

"No. It's just fine," he said to Zander. "I don't need to go to Sickbay. But I did say that you could have her. Implying the obvious, that you wouldn't have anymore problems out of me when it came to you claiming Zahara as your own. And I'm a man of my word. So claim away." He turned to the white haired beauty and took her by the hand. "Should you need any assistance of a professional nature, you can find me in my office during Alpha Shift." He patted the back of her hand with his other one. "Good luck in your new job. I'll stop by to see your show. But, when do you start so I can plan accordingly?"

Zahara's brow furrowed as she listened to what Terry just said. "Claim me? Like I am a piece of property to be owned?" she asked quietly, her eyes falling to the ground. The Thasian woman didn't understand a lot of things, but she did understand that. "I may not be human, and I may not understand much of what goes on around me, but that does not make me stupid. I am not a piece of property to be claimed by anyone."

She took a step back, unsure how to handle the surge of emotions coursing through her. After all, the last time she felt like this two hundred and one innocent souls perished as a result. However, that wasn't her any longer. She would NOT lash out in such a way. "Thank you, but I need to be going now," she said, turning on her heel and practically running out of the club.

Zander glared at Terry. "Now look what you did, you big bald fuck," he said. "You hurt her feelings. I hope you're happy with yourself."

Terry looked at Zander. "No, I'm not. But I hope you can live with yourself after you do whatever it is you do. So chase after her, fix her feelings, calm her down, be there for her. It's what you want, isn't it? Go on." He backed away and melted into the crowd of dancers on the floor.

With a muttered curse, Zander headed out of the club in the hopes of finding Zahara and seeing what damage control he could do. After all he thought. I am a damage control specialist. Now to actually see if it works on people, too.

Zahara made her way down the corridor of the promenade, moving a bit quicker than she probably needed to, but she was definitely upset. Getting back to her quarters was right in the forefront of her mind. She rounded a corner and fought back a frown. "At least I got the job," she muttered.

Zander left the club and stopped the first person that he encountered. "Did you see a beautiful woman in a dress with white hair come out of here a minute ago?" he asked.

"She went that way," the person said and pointed to the right.

"Thanks," he said as he headed down the Promenade. He paused to look in every business he passed and stopped more people to ask, but most hadn't seen her and a few thought he was looking for someone else and he wasted time trying to describe her until he got pointed in the right direction again.

Zander grumbled about the big bald man and his morale as he headed in the right direction. "When I get that big dumb sumbitch alone...I'm going to make him regret being on the same ship with me."

Zahara stepped into the turbolift and requested her deck. Things might not have gone as well as she hoped, but at least she got the job.