" Complications "
(Previous Post was Francois' "Worrying About Someone")

Setting: VALLA ROYAL, Promenade
Stardate: 63076.2100

The young woman made her way through the crowd with purpose… each step she took more determined then the previous.  It was easy to see that the redheaded Dabo girl had been on a mission, but the advantage of being a Dabo girl on a space station like the VALLA ROYAL was that people did not pay attention to her unless she wanted to.

"There you are," Trodat exclaimed as he waved his hand to get the woman's attention.  "I've been looking all over for you," the Pythron youth added when he finally arrived next to he elusive redhead.  "Your boss is less than happy about you missing your shift," the son of the Ambassador added… a playful grin danced on the man's lips as he spoke.

"I'm sorry," the redheaded woman apologized.  "I've been busy with… something," Rikar clarified while keeping her true reason as vague as possible; there had been no reason to involve Trodat in this investigation.

"It's alright," the Pythron replied, his grin having grown even larger.  "I offered to compensate him for whatever trouble your absence might have caused.  I think he believes that I was responsible for you not working at the Dabo table."

"An assumption that you were more than happy not to challenge," the young woman pointed out knowing all too well that the Pythron youth would have welcomed the reputation and even possible prestige of having been the center of this little situation.

"Let's just say that I didn't say anything that might have led him to believe otherwise," Trodat admitted before he leaned in, pushed her crimson hair back and placed a sensual kiss on the young woman's neck.  "You own me," he added in an almost evil tone.

The redheaded Dabo girl chuckled and shot a sideways playful glare at the Pythron youth.  "Rescued slave… nurse… or cheerleader?"

Trodat burst out laughing which drew the attention of some of the closer passers-by.  "We can talk about that later, right now I want to know if I can help you in anyway.  Whatever it is that has you running like this seems to be very important to you… so it is important to me."

"Thank you," the young woman offered as she gently, sensually caressed Trodat's cheek with her hand.  "I appreciate the offer but it would be best if I did this alone."

"You really need to stop being concerned for me," the Pythron youth sighed.  "My father may be the Ambassador, but I have friends of my own… friends who could easily become yours if you allowed me to help."

The young woman paused for a moment, silently wondering if these friends Trodat had mentioned were the same as the *associates* referred to so often by Mister Mortan.  From what she had gathered from overheard conversations and playful boasts, these *associates* seemed more than happy to offer their help to resolve any number of situations… all for the promise of future favors owed.

If indeed these *friends* of Trodat were one and the same with Mortan's *associates*, Rikar feared that things had become far more complicated than she had expected… not to mention dangerous for everyone on the VALLA ROYAL orbital station, including herself.  The reason for this conclusion had been rather simple… the Pythron Ambassador and his son had actually been working together despite their public image of always being against one another, *or* the Pythron youth had enlisted the help of unsavory characters to challenge his father's control.  Either way this would trickle down to a great deal of problems for everyone, which would leave the murder of a single Dabo girl to be quickly lost in the chaos that would ensue.

Sabrina Jones

Samantha Rikar
Dabo Girl

Once known as…
Captain Sabrina Rikar
Commanding Officer

"We are Grey, we stand between the Candle and the Star, between the Darkness and the Light"
-Sati Delenn, Babylon 5