Business Mixed With Pleasure
Location: SB 55 - Detention Center & Promenade
"I'm pretty sure the signed confession your CDR Byrnes got from the C'Hakilian doctor will be enough to convict the top C'Hakilian brass," the base's CoS said as he walked Cassandra out of the base's Detention Facility. "But that will be up to the UFoP prosecutors. They may want to depose Dr. Beckett."
"I hope not," Cassandra said. "She has been through enough. I really don't want to see her go through that all again."
"Well....your report and a report from your counselor might help to dissuade them," he said. "At any rate....as you can see...they aren't going anywhere. And Starfleet has assured me they will be sending a transport to take them back to Earth within the next couple of days so they should be out of here soon." He extended his hand to Cassandra.
Cassandra took his hand and shook it. "I appreciate it, Commander. The sooner those assholes are brought to justice the better," she said.
"I agree," the Commander said. "Now....if you will excuse me I have to get back to my office."
"Thank you, Commander," Cassandra said and headed off in the opposite direction. Now that she was done with the last bit of business she decided it was time for some "me" time and she headed for the promenade. She had a craving for some cheesecake from Hugo's Bistro.
A few minutes later she sat at a table outside of the small cafe and savored the creamy richness of her cheesecake then washed it down with some freshly ground and brewed Peruvian coffee. She people watched while she enjoyed her delicacies. Starbases' Promenades always fascinated her.
"Can I get you a refill?" Laverne, the owner of the cafe, asked, holding a pot of steaming coffee.
"No thanks," Cassandra said with a smile. "This cake is the best in the galaxy."
"I'm glad you like it," Laverne said with a grin. "It was my great grandmother's recipe." A customer called out and Laverne excused herself and left.
Finally, Cassandra finished both her cake and coffee and tossed the disposable plate, fork and cup into the reclaimer and strolled along the Promenade. A brightly colored Hawaiian shirt in the window of Hale Manu Boutique caught her attention and she made the impulsive decision to go inside. She found the same shirt in her size on the rack and a pair of capris that complimented one of the colors in the shirt. On her way to the counter to pay for the items she spotted a pair of woven sandals that screamed Tropical Islands so she chose a pair in her size. She was almost to the counter when she saw a rack of sexy negligees. She browsed through them and chose one that left very little to the imagination. She plopped her items on the counter and a few minutes later walked out of the boutique with her purchased items. Whistling she headed for the nearest turbolift, excited to get back to her quarters to model her purchases for Shack.