Star Trek: Starbase 777 - lower-promenade

The Vulcan nurse walked towards the restaurants, stride even and face emotionless. This was nothing but a normal day for them. That was how they would get through it.

Halcyon walked onto the promenade. Her face was relaxed, but she hid a personality cold as ice beneath it. Her sharp eyes (No glasses, she had corrective surgery) scanned the area. She was always watching, always judging. She got some coffee from a shop and sat with it at a table that had a great view of the stars.

Agrippina was on the promenade already. This place felt so different compared to the ship, and with every passing person her mistrust grew as she feared being stabbed in the back. But these people, the Galactic Commonwealth citizens felt too... moral for lack of a better word. They accept this universe is bad, but they try to make the best out of it by working together, truly disgusting behaviour. She felt it was good to survey the promenade in case anything is tried by the KCA, watching carefully, she ended up spotting a superior officer observing the stars. They were her superior, so she wouldn't address them, but if there was an opportunity for good ol' stab-in-the-back career advancement, this was a ripe opportunity.

Halcyon immediately turned around. She would not kill a lower ranking officer- they served no use to her. She was not yet bored with her status as Lieutenant Commander. But she always watched herself. While she had no interest in killing them, they may have interest in killing her. “Commonwealth coffee has entirely too much sugar.” She observed, a rather displeased tone in her voice.

She immediately supposed that se must exert more of a presence than initially thought, Agrippina was rather tall, but it wasn't something she'd thought about before with just how noticeable she is. Regardless, she couldn't help but agree with her superior's statement. "It is. Similar to the Commonwealth itself once you have observed it. Light and happy, so much so it rubs off against the people who come in contact with it."

“If I was not ordered to not sabotage things, I would have brought my poisons and had some fun here. Command is full of killjoys.” Halcyon was rather tall herself, 6’1. Her lack of glasses made her look less friendly and more frightening. But her hair was still purple, so there was that.

"If our leaders were stupid men I'd be questioning every point of this conference, but I trust they have something up their sleeve. We've been consistently winning offensives against both the Commonwealth and KCA that this peace summit is useless." She stated, clearly getting annoyed by what she saw as a stupid move that will let the enemy recouperate their losses and prepare. "Nobody cares about the opinions of a Lieutenant when it comes to intergalactic war though... But this isn't the place to discuss these opinions, I'd hardly trust any of the Commonwealth citizens to not be spies to listen on conversations like this."

“This peace thing is hardly strategic. And it’s annoying being civil to these people.” She hated the Commonwealth. In her twisted worldview, they were why she murdered her brothers. They’d be alive, maybe even serving with her, without the Commonwealth.

She scoffed at the thought of being cordial to members of the Commonwealth. "Was that an order given to you that you must be nice to them?" Agrippina inquired while looking at her superior. Perhaps senior staff aboard the ship were told to be nice, but Agrippina cannot recall such an order being given.

“They told me to be on my best behavior. Apparently I talk about murder too much and they thought I would sabotage the talks. “ But that was how Halcyon rolled! She killed for fun and bragged about it! Inflicting pain was one of her greatest joys in life, besides doing pathology.

She lets out a brief laugh at the statement, clearly amused by the concept of someone talking about murder "too much". "These Commonwealth people... they've grown weak. I could cut through half this promenade like a cake before security would even be an issue. This whole peace should be thrown to the ground and we should resume the war, but I know nothing of the emperor's mind or politics."

“I wonder if they are soft enough to not test their replicators for tapering. It only takes a little poison to take out a lot of people. Or I could go in with a knife and do it the old fashioned way.” She smiled. In fact, there was a locket on her neck specifically designed to carry poison! Engraved in the metal was the chemical symbol of phosgene gas.

Agrippina smiled at the idea of doing such things, she could have a field day with this officer if the talks broke down. Absolute chaos on the station, Agrippina splitting people in two with her axe while her fellow officers sabotage every system. The thought makes her smile with excitement, however, that is not the case. "I don't believe we have been properly introduced, you may call me Clytemnestra. You are?"

“I’m Halcyon Horowitz. Your division? I am a pathologist.” Of course, Hal was the poison an autopsy expert. She couldn’t murder people all the time- autopsies usually amused her. And yes, the two of them would be a force to reckon with.

"Operations, chief quartermaster. Someone needs a proper weapon, I make sure they get it and eventually give it back. I have a particular affinity for melee weapons, really getting into the fight lets you watch your enemies scream." She said with a smirk on her face, clearly remembering a fond experience similar to this. "What's it like to inspect dead bodies all day? Find anything interesting from them?"

“Having so many weapons must be tempting. I prefer anything that will get me up close and personal with someone, poison notwithstanding .” She gave her own smirk. Halcyon always looked evil, but she went from 100 to 1000 when she smirked. You just knew something was going on behind those blue eyes. “Besides interesting diseases and new murder inspirations? Oh, it’s a blast for me. I don’t have to deal with anyone alive, no annoying screams. Don’t get me wrong, when I’m really going for it I don’t shy away from letting whoever’s unlucky enough to be on the wrong side of my knife scream, but day in day out? It’d get so boring!”