[Promenade Bar]
He said with a shrug. More for him- off hours of course.
Vem's face eased, he was a professional despite his demeanor. He'd served on several ships, sometimes under the worst of circumstances and his recent posting was given to him due to his service,
He was all business and didn't seem bothered by the smell.
[Promenade Bar]
"Excellent work, chaplain." Stafford said. "I've often found that religion provides a much needed distraction and outlet for much negativity."
He had spoken this without scorn, judgement, or any feeling at all. Stafford was stolid and earthy and impious. He'd seen too much in his career to believe in anything that he could not touch or scan or heal.
"Here is the information of the arrival of the delegates. I will be passing this out to each member of my senior staff. What do you know of the spiritual needs of these people?"
0530 - Vulcan delegation arrives
0800 - Ferengi delegation arrives
1200 - Bajoran delegation arrives
1330 - Klingon delegation arrives
"I don't have to tell you that juggling so many different delegates, ambassadors, and politicians is going to be tough work." Stafford said brusquely. "Thank god the Federation ambassador is mediating. He's the real diplomat here, not me."
Though he wouldn't say so, the commander was reluctant to let loose Vem, Son of Motag, onto such an august group of people. Who knew what havoc this strange fellow could wreak upon them? Perhaps he was doing the chaplain a disservice, however. When he'd brought up the spiritual needs of the station Vem had perked up and spoken with passion about all he was doing.
Or it could be that Starfleet had stuck another troublemaker onto the Starbase Columbus like they had its new commander. Stafford resolved to find out which one Vem was.