[Commanding Officer's quarters, SNR Kalen. Time: 0700 hours]
tr`Kandeen stretched a bit and loosen his neck muscles. He sat still in
front of the terminal and read through a lenghty message from Raith
regarding the Kalen's mission orders.
"erie`Riov tr`Kandeen, au are to take the Kalen along with 15 other Ra'Kalen
cruisers - herein known as the New Rihannsu Republic's 125th Tactical
Support Wing - and patrol the borders along the Neutral Zone. There has
been reports on rogue Klingons lurking about. You are hereby given
authority to engage any hostile units encountered on your patrol.
erie`Riov tr`Raith"
The acting CO let out a sigh and made some notes on an ISD. His mind
drifted back to when he was still serving on the Bismarck not so long ago,
and now being in charge of a tactical wing? The great bird certainly is
watching over him, if the turn of events can be classified as 'good'.
Finishing the notes, he walked back to his bedroom and put on his uniform.
It was about time to address the crew.
+PC+ This is the CO speaking. All crew prepare to disembark. All senior
staff report to the bridge now!+PC+
With that being said, tr`Kandeen walked off and headed to the bridge.
*=\/=*
Just the idea of being in port made his mouth water.
Granted it was no Risa, but it would do. He left the
midship as fast as he could . He found the local hang
out...a tavern ..no a lounge of sorts. It wasn't overly
fancy, but it had the neccessary ingredients, beverage,
food, and females. His favorites. Smiling to himself he
enters the bar.
[later...]
+PC+ This is the CO speaking. All crew prepare to disembark. All senior
staff report to the bridge now!+PC+
Tasrek awoke to the sound of the overhead address
system. His head hurt..hurt bad. He needed to get himself
together and look over his report and get to the meeting.
He looked around his quarters ..it looked relatively okay,
but it still smelled of smoke and burnt circuitry. The
engineers could put the structure back together, but the
asthetics of his domicile were forever changed. He got
cleaned up and donned his crispest uniform. He noticed his
appearance in the mirror to be extremely Romulan. He was
after all a Romulan. If not a true patriot, fighting for
his Romulus. All well, his self approval would have to
wait. On the way into the lift he had a short conversation
with himself about what he was here to accomplish and how
"Romulan" he wanted to be. On the oira he saw that many of
the upper ranks were holding a kind of impromptu meeting of
their own. He walked near enough to get the gist of it,
before entering his own meeting.
The doors slid open to reveal several officers around a
table waiting for the captain to start.
[Just outside the turbolift]
The erie`Riov stood in front of the turbo lift doors and awaited for the
doors to open. Just then another officer arrived and made his presence
known.
"Jolan Tru, Rekkhai", he said.
Kandeen turned to look at the greeter, and realized it was his Naval
Advisor, tr`Idran. From the looks of his face, it could be clearly seen
that this Rihanssu had a bad night.
"Jolan Tru, tr`Idran. Didn't sleep well?"
"Ie, Rekkhai. My domicile's recent rectification had effects on my sleeping
habits"
"Rectification?", asked the puzzled CO.
"Some of the panels had been damaged during our confrontation not long ago"
"Ah...I see. Have the engineers do some decorating then"
Kandeen instantaneously noticed a short pause from Idran at his attempt at
humour. He wasn't very used to Rihanssu-Galae oriented conduct. He had
tried to read up as much and observe his crew, but it still required a
certain amount of time to fully fuse in. Idran's reaction might have been
random, still he wiped the grin.
At that moment, the lift arrived and Idran subsequently gestured for Kandeen
to step in first.
"After au, Rekkhai"
"Han`yyo", he said giving Idran a nod and did likewise.
Soon, the lift arrived at the top most deck and the two stepped out. Most
of the bridge crew were already gathered on the oira, few were still
missing. Kandeen nodded to them and stood with his arms behind his back.
"Before I begin the address of the crew, I would like each crew member to be
aware that the Kalen is hereby being assigned as the lead ship of the 125th
Tactical Support Wing. This TSW will consist of 15 other Ra'Kalen cruisers,
which are on their way now to rendezvous with us at a specified coordinates.
From then onwards, the TSW will be conducting border patrols of the Neutral
Zone"
Kandeen looked on the crew and waited for their nods respectively. "We will
disembark in 10 minutes time, all crew are to report system readiness in 5
minutes. Dismissed!"
[ following the meeting......in Tasreks quarters]
One advantage of being the Naval Officer was that of a
small department. Consisting of himself and one yeoman. He
immediately made sure all of his personal affects were
secured. His duty desk was straightened, in actuality his
desk was nothing more than an ISD. He smiled as he placed
his "desk" under his tunic. He made his way to the oira.
He found a place near the throne, but at a place where his
eyes would not meet the captains directly. Like a good
Romulan. There was something different about this captain
though. He was more human, almost...........he wondered
about the ACO's background.
The doors swooshed open and the captain appeared.
Ryu> ::finding his seat:: Prepare to get underway.
Tasrek was anxious, but not to leave port. He had met a
rather interesting lady the night before. They had talked
and drank most of the night away. He dropped her off at her
quarters about 1 am and stumbled back to his own quarters.
He couldn't remember her name. He hated himself for that.
The whole time he had been here, in Romulan space he hadn't
really thought about how lonely he was. He only knew a few
women that even qualified as interesting women and all of
them were either Vulcan or Romulan. He wonder if he might
have....
Kandeen> ::interupting Tasreks train of thought:: tr'Idran.
You were in the Federation? Were you not?
Idran> ::a bit embarassed that he would speak in a loud
tone:: Ie, rekkhai. ::attempting to sound as ch'Havran
as possible in tone and inflection::
Kandeen> Really what ship were au on?
Idran> ::watching as the moorings were disengaged:: (q) The
Intrepid and the Berlin, rekkhai.
Kandeen> ::hrmms:: Take us out, helm. ::the ship lurches
slightly before the newly repaired inertial dampeners can
adjust::
Somewhat amazed he was not somehow laughed off the bridge,
Tasrek takes a seat near the throne. He is interrogated no
more by the erie 'riov. The starfield abruptly changes to a
smear and they are underway.
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