PROCRASTINATION!
Jocelyn had never seen a person quite so…. mixed. Human, Bajoran, Trill…maybe Badazoid; it was so weird. She was looking around Ops and no one stopped her. Joc leaned over to a guard nearby.
"Who is she?" Jocelyn asked.
"An ambassador of some sorts, she came on the station last night," He whispered quietly in her ear. Being rather discreet.
"I see, thanks," she leaned away, the man's Starfleet uniform slightly rumpled by her movement.
"No problem," The man walked away.
The women continued to walk around and just get excited every time she saw something she hadn't looked at before. Jocelyn chuckled at her eagerness, she was like most ambassadors in some ways but different in others. Wait till Kira got a load of this, she hated ambassadors and higher up office people. Never learned to warm up to them.
The turbolift stopped mid shaft with Kira inside.
"Jocelyn?" Kira said with that particular tone of voice.
Jocelyn sent a word to Tal and Tal would forward it to Nog. Basically, it would take a day to get fixed.
Rolling her eyes, Kira made her way to the office. She was stopped right in the doorway by the women.
"Neryes? May I go to the promenade?" Her voice rather immature for someone her age. Her blue pants and shirt not ruffled at all by both her arms wrapping around Kira's left arm.
"Neryes? When did you stop calling me Kira?" Kira questioned, looking slightly down at her.
"Two minutes ago." She looked up at Kira and spread her legs out to where she was only able to stay up by Kira's arm strength.
"Fine, but stay out of trouble," Kira shook her off and started toward the steps to the office again.
Without another word, the women ran away and jumped into the turbolift with a grin, amazing that the turbolift started working again. The woman was gone and Jocelyn had a raised eyebrow.
"Neryes?" Jocelyn asked.
Kira turned around, "What is it Joes?"
Jocelyn laughed, "What was that about?"
Kira smiled and gestured toward her office. Joes made her way past her commanding officer and into the large office, sitting in one of the two chairs across from the spinney one that the commanding officer sat in. The black and green desk between the chairs was a forth of an oval on the long side. To the side was a table and couch. Another door was beyond that, yellow instead of the gray one behind her. Its design was quite different then the diamonds with lots of windows like one of the other. It was a checker board with dots and a slash going across.
Kira sat across from her and glanced at the comm screen to the right of her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she smiled at her new (ish) friend. Jocelyn raised an eyebrow again.
"She is the changeling ambassador," Kira only said those words before gauging the reaction.
"Cool! So I guess that because of your involvement with Odo… she went to you first for friendship," Jocelyn smiled wide and stood up. "I'll be in Ops,"
Kira nodded and let her go. She needed to think of a really good name.
"Oh, wow!" Quark's was the same as usual. The bar stools had striped backs next to a mesh like bar-top. The wall behind the minority of the bar had the drinks and replicators, the rest of the wall was used for customers of the promenade that didn't come in the bar.
"What can I get you?" Came a Ferengi's voice, his squat figure came into view. He had a wrinkled forehead and sharp pointed teeth, his big ears stood out a hands length from his head. His smile was eerily…. Charming.
"No, I don't drink, Sorry," She apologized and sat down by Morn at the bar. Spinning her chair, she saw the infamous Dabo wheel and the scattered tables of the first floor filled to the brink with people.
"I see… Then some food perhaps?" He went behind the bar and pulled out a plate of fruit and leaned against the counter top, "On the house,"
She looked back and him from the corner of her eye. "Don't hit on me Quark, I'd rather you not get killed by my teacher,"
"And who is that?" He asked as he licked his teeth.
"Odo," He pulled away immediately, and started drying the dishes.
"You're joking," He looked at her and set the dry glass on the bar before picking up another.
"Nope, changelings don't have a sense of humor,"
"I'll be seeing you around," He ran away with a dry glass and set it on a nearby table.
Laughing quietly to herself, she turned around and looked out at the promenade. It was peaceful, but full of crime from what she could see. Thieves and bandits practically littered the area. She noticed a woman stealing a necklace, a man stealing a box full of latinum, and a group of people sealing everything in general. 'Security has gone down, wonder how Odo'l react.' She looked back at the bar.
'Quark is planning something, too many people.' Her thoughts started to fly.
Nog fixed the turbolift and then started to make his way to Quarks for his time off.
Jocelyn received the weirdest call. Quoin sent her the message saying something about a person apprehending criminals and depositing them in holding cells without his knowledge. She sent it straight to Kira, and Kira was out of there faster then a hound on Risa. Jocelyn followed.
When they got to the promenade, the strangest sight appeared. No crime or anything illegal appeared. Just good old promenade.
"Looks like she's been busy," Kira muttered to herself.
"Who?" Jocelyn asked.
Kira glanced at her taller first officer. "The changeling ambassador,"
Jocelyn quietly laughed but kept it to herself, seeing as it would be rude otherwise.
Quoin walked over to her, the look on his face one of terror. "I can't explain it! Criminals I've been trying to apprehend for months just appeared in holding cells,"
He contorted he face into one of surprise as the area around him started to create noises.
Kira went the usual 'uh huh' and rolled her tongue in her cheek.
"Changeling?" She called.
"Yes?" She appeared by sliding off the nearby archway/ walkway on the promenade, speaking as she formed her old humanoid form.
"No apprehending criminals, I don't care if your teacher was the best detective in the quadrant," Kira explained as she crossed her arms, a small frustration sigh came from her general direction.
"Okay, I just couldn't stand it," The changeling explained, shrugging and smiling before scratching the back of her head.
"Resist," Kira nodded at her and the changeling bowed her head. "By the way, you need a name,"
The mixed women looked at her with surprise and blinked.
"You think?" She said as she looked back at Kira.
"What do you think of Jadzia?" Kira looked at her friend and waited for the answer.
"I love it! Thank you! Excuse me I have to regenerate!" She disappeared. Shape shifting out of sight and mind into a nearby crawlway.
Kira shook her head and went back to Ops; Joc took her time to go off duty.
Nog sat at his barstool beside Morn and looked out at the thing happening between the changeling ambassador and Kira. It didn't seem to be hostile, just different. The changeling ambassador seemed nice, and she had a wonderful sense of humor from what he could tell. She even had a touch with Quark that was amusing to watch. Sounds like someone he used to know. Then again, the person he used to know had a very dry sense of humor…. her's was a bit better.
His thought went away from her when he saw Tammy sit down not a table away from him. She was supposed to be asleep. He quietly made his way over to her.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be asleep," Nog questioned as he sat down across from her.
"I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep," She replied, her gaze focused solely on the data-pad she was holding.
"What's so interesting on that data-pad?" Nog asked, he looked for any clue in her face as to what she was doing. He didn't believe she just coulnd't sleep, Tam was always able to sleep. In almost any situation.
"Nothing," Her eyes didn't leave the screen for a second.
Nog had learned a bit of patience from being on the station, so he waited till she was done reading before asking another question.
She quietly set down the data-pad and rubbed her temples.
"What is it?" He asked quietly, concerned for his friend.
She looked at him with sorrowful eyes. "I can't say, orders apparently,"
Nog blinked and leaned forward. A Ferengi like grin spread across his features. "Who will tell that you broke orders?"
She smiled and leaned in. "I am taking a mission with Jocelyn into the Gamma quadrant to pick up someone that is going to help the Changeling ambassador negotiate a peace treaty. That's the good news,"
"And the bad?" Nog waved his hands slightly in his usual manner.
"Afterwards," She swallowed hard and rested her head on the table, knowing that Nog could hear her. Her voice became very quiet and shallow, "I am going to be transferred…" She stuttered as if about to cry, but held her voice, "The… the USS Kelvin. NCC- 0514,"
Nog leaned back and sighed. "It's a good ship, helped reset her warp coils once,"
"I know," She said and turned her head to look at him, "But this is my home,"
"I know that too, don't worry. We'll find a way through this," He looked at her and then looked at Quark a bit more then a meter away, "Uncle knows you belong here too you know,"
"Thanks Nog, I appreciate it," She sat back up and smiled weakly. "See ya later, going to get some sleep,"
"Good idea," He got up as well and they walked together to their nearby quarters.
Quark glanced behind them worried. "Before you know it, he will be presenting an offer of some kind,"
Nearby, only Morn heard his mutterings. Morn just drank his drink quietly while he observed the unusually quiet Quark. Apparently Morn wasn't in the mood to talk either. Quite unusual, Morn was quite the talker usually in all situations.
Author: I'm don't have a beta reader for this particular story, don't want to ask my beta reader current;y to review it... Maybe I'll get Mr. Spockify to do it... she's an old friend... Sorry if you are reading this Darky-Kun. I might end up sending this to you... I'm just debating out loud.