Rumor has it that LCDR Valore has completely swapped her stance on attempting to cancel the Risa Shore Leave this year after hearing that Admiral Bishop also supported cancellation.
“I cannot disagree with the experts,” Valore could be overheard talking to a colleague. “Although it may reduce our productivity this summer, it would be prudent to continue the shore leave as planned.”
Certainly the Adjutant would never change her stance out of spite.
(((OOC: I got Sam’s permission to post this rumor))
Rumor has it an unknown Romulan Taenen Strategic Warbird docked at Deep Space 13 several hours ago, and since crew has been seen pouring out and into the promenade
Commander Kermit has returned to DS13. The station’s rumor mill is working overtime regarding the Station XO’s unexplained absence for the past several weeks.
Some of the more interesting possibilities being suggested include an extended stay at a psychiatric correctional institution, stuck in a disabled submarine on Risa, AWOL fighting in the Klingon Civil War, or perhaps even Yet Another Shuttle Crash.
Whether he will be returning to duty is, as yet, unclear.
The missing Endeavour shuttle was found, aged considerably and with all three crew members having died of old age… But strange rumours are arising to what actually happened to the shuttle, including one about the crew not actually being dead, but the Captain erasing their memories with her mind powers…
Rumor has it that Admiral Aluk and Ambassador Perim had a late night meeting which lasted all of three minutes.
Another rumor spreading, originating with a Junior Officer in Operations, indicates that an encrypted comm channel was opened between the Ambassador’s office and the Office of the Proconsul on New Romulus. The channel apparently remained active for several hours.
“And what do you see here?”
“A Republic battlegroup over a Republic colony.”
“Over a joint colony, SubCommander. And what of this?”
“They are greeting a visiting Federation vessel.”
“Look closer. The positioning, their use of cloaking.”
“They are… intercepting a Federation vessel?”
“A curious greeting for an ally, wouldn’t you say?”
“Yes, Major. Very curious.”
“Then indulge your curiosity. Keep an eye on the proceedings and report any further curiosities to me. And SubCommander?”
“Yes, Major?”
“I do expect an officer of your station to reach some correct conclusions without my hand on her neck to guide her… Am I understood?”
“Ah, y-… yes, Major.”
“Very good… Dismissed.”
Rumor has it T’Pemi is up to something in the holodeck, perhaps possible occult rituals. She’s been seen crossing the Prominade wearing black hooded robes and a metal cylinder long enough to be held in two hands clipped to her waist. Some have said they’ve even seen her wearing what appears to be makeup making her skin paler than normal and even a yellow-orange tinge to her eyes.
“Oh, hey there little fella. You lost?”
“Negative.”
“PROPHETS, I… I mean, it’s… you.”
“Correct: I am me.”
“Well, uh… What can I do for you, little guy?”
“I desire seasonal attire.”
“…Like a bathing suit?”
“I am uncertain.”
“Hmm… In that case, I guess let’s just start you off with a shirt.”
“This is acceptable.”
A clinical nurse enters Commander Roptojmey’s office as requested and knocks on the frame to his door.
[ENS] Nurse: “You called for me sir?”
[CMDR] Roptojmey: Looking up from his screen, “Ahh! Yes!” he said, motioning for her to enter. He reached across his table and withdrew a Tricorder from one of the shelves. “Take this and space the damn thing.” He said tossing it to her.
[ENS] Nurse: The Nurse haphazardly catches the Tricorder in the air and holds it close to her with a confused look on her face. “Is there something wrong with it sir? I could have engineering run a diagnostic—” she tried to say.
[CMDR] Roptojmey: He stands as he gets ready to leave, “Nope, damn thing is FUBAR. I got to head to the bridge here in a second or I’d do it myself. Shoot it, smash it, send it into Space, I don’t care just get rid of it.” He said with a smile as he walked past her, and out into the hall towards the turbo-lift.
[ENS] Nurse: Highly confused, she nurse stands there for a moment flipping the Tricorder over trying to see what was wrong with it that would cause the CMO to order its destruction. After a moment of exterior observation, she flipped the Tricorder Open, and upon seeing what lay on the Main Screen, she gasped and nearly dropped the Tricorder. Snapping it shut, she held it close to her chest, as if it were a child in danger and looked around the Sick-bay. With no one paying attention, she darted out into the hall to find the nearest de-molecularizing receptacle .
Rumor has it Adelaide Murphy and Swifty Gaal are selling chewing tobacco for the upcoming fleet’s Risa Baseball Tournament. Head to Event Horizon and ask ‘How do you get to flavor country?’
Next week: Rumor has it Swifty will be offering discounts on his back alley teeth-whitening services.
Rumor has it that the resort’s local nail salon played host to a pair of officers and one prominent civilian on the evening of their arrival. Evidently the affair was a little more raucous than is typical, with one fleeing early with only her pedicure done. The other pair lingered 'til the job was fully finished.
Rumor has it Valore has already purchased equipment and acquired headliners for the coming Risa music night. The Adjutant seems devoted to a positive Risa shore leave.
If only Admiral Bishop had said he was against galactic peace.
Rumor has it Security personnel on Risa was seen investigating a pack with viridescent colored blood nearby late into the night on a trail leading back to the private Bungalows.
“Ma’am, we’re going to need a sample of your DNA.”
“I see. For what purpose?”
“It’s an ongoing investigation, Ma’am. We can’t discuss the details. If you could please give us a piece of your hair-”
“No.”
“Ma’am, you’re obstructing a lawful investigation. Just do us a favor and do as we say.”
“Is that a command?”
“Ma’am, it’s part of an active investigation. We need you to-”
“Is. That. A. Command?”
“Like I’m trying to explain, ma’am, we need you to-”
“I am closing this door now.”
“Ma’am, you don’t want us to get a warrant. It’d be a lot easier if you just coopera-”
“Officer. Remove your hand or lose it. This door is about to close. The desires of the Risian police force are of no concern to me.”
“Alright, alright! We’ll just make a request of your fleet. We just didn’t want to get you in trouble. You know how it can be and we wouldn’t want to send a letter telling your CO you haven’t been cooperative. If you’d just work with us, we’re trying to help you.”
“Yes, yes. A records request that will take seven to ten business days to be processed by the Admiralty Office, by which point the shore leave will have concluded and the entire process would have been pointless. Good night.”
“Ms. Valore, Risa Police, open up! We need your DNA!”
Valore sat on a sofa by the fireplace, turning a page in a particularly thick novel titled ‘The neo-monetary application to the sovereign wealth fund: a recursive revenue?’
“Ms. Valore! Open up! We have questions for you! Were you on this planet on stardate 98531.3!?”
“Their yelling is making it difficult to read. And now I have migraine.”
They pounded on the door. “It’ll only get worse for you if we have to get a warrant!”
“For the love of logic and reason - Alina, do not open that door. For the first time in three years, I am having a remotely agreeable vacation. I will -not- have it ruined by imbeciles and fools!”
