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Post by MCapt. Imaru Kor on Apr 6, 2007 12:34:25 GMT -5
She found her quarters and then entering her access code the door slid open. As she entered she noticed the starkness of the room and decided she would need to fix it up somewhat.
"Computer reduce heating to 10 degrees Celsius. Increase gravitation by .2." She stood there as the environmental controls changed the settings. She dropped her duffel bag on the floor near the door.
Going to the table she took out the Prahma, gave her some fat-grass and water. Then she walked out and went to Riov's office.
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Post by thalev on Apr 6, 2007 22:23:55 GMT -5
Walking along the corridors of the Dhivael he remembers a few years ago his short stay on a Warbird after his squad was emergency extracted from a Breen-Cardassian ambush on a planet in the Bajoran system. RSE Talon he believes was her name and he later learned that she was destroyed in the final battle for the quadrant. They were fine warriors. He reaches the quartermasters office and hands her his paperwork.
Looking up she says," You will be quartered with another Andorian female on deck 7."
He looks up, nods. Having heard from the sentry that there was a female on-board he had assumed that would be the case. "Very well."
"Do you need directions on how to get to your quarters?"
"No, I am well versed on the deck layout of a D-class." He turns and strides out.
Ten minutes later he is in his new quarters. He sees that the female has already adjusted the temperature and gravity. He nods in approval. Taking his Praham he looks and realizes his is male and hers female. He makes an area for his and feeds him some fat-grass and water. He also gives hers a bit more. He walks to the replicator and requests water 34degrees and drinks it slowly.
Straightening his uniform he walks out and heads to the TL and the bridge.
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Post by jerrodrenn on Aug 26, 2008 18:55:30 GMT -5
‘Mandatory rest’, it was the last thing Renn wanted. He walked into his barren room and looked about at this two unpacked bags. It was something he learned as a resistance fighter; ‘Always travel light’ was the credo. Most of the officers of Dhivael saw this is a time to gather thoughts. Thoughts were the last thing Renn needed. The pain of memory was the thing he came here to avoid. All he could now ponder on was what was lost. He tried to order something on the replicator but gave up in frustration. It was one thing to work on the ship with Rihannsu controls, but it had become very apparent he would have to teach himself to ‘think’ in this alien language. Renn had been a natural cipher and learning languages were just like learning code, but he spoke the Romulan’s language with no heart. He could get his point across but he was simply going through the motions. He studied the ISD with language programs he had for light reading but this was still not keeping the memories out.
He sat up and began to go through the two large bags he had brought with him. He pulled out a dagger he had gotten from a renegade an ex Federation Marine whom he had joined in his brief stint with the maquis. His mind turned to the days right after the ending of the occupation. He had tried to regain his place in the Vedek assembly. They rejected him sighting things he’d done in the rebellion. Things that in public they had praised him for in private condemned him. He would never know the connection to the prophets that he’d once had. Friends would tell him there were lots of other things he could do, but unless you have touched the hand of the creator and interacted with orbs. Prayed as one with the vedek’s of the order in a voice that blurred into one, and unless you had felt the faith and energy in that one place you could never understand the loss. All he could think of during the resistance days was returning and feeling it again.
So great was his sorrow, that he began to hate himself, then the prophets. In his despair, the fell prey to liars tongue of the jackal, the corruptor, the demon head; Dukat; He had convinced Renn that it was the prophets who had turned their back on him. He sang a sweet tune and Renn swallowed the sugary poison. When Dukat was exposed anyone who followed him was excommunicated from the temples. Never would they be allowed to approach a temple or Vedek again. They have been branded ‘unclean’ and banished from the celestial temple. Many of the ‘Empok Nor unclean’ took their own lives in both despair and repentance. Now Renn held the Marine’s dagger to his throat. He hadn’t even noticed that he had put it there. He glanced down at his white knuckles. He was gripping the dagger so tightly that it was slipping in his hand. The last thing he would need would be to miss and make a mess of this too. He could feel the federation emblem digging into his fingers and the dagger to get close enough to draw a small bit of blood. It dripped down and stained his tunic. He threw the dagger down cursing under his breath and began to try to clean the stain. He looked at himself in the mirror, and started to work on the stain. All he thought about is if he had to return to the Oira with a stain. It would be he taking an oath. “Well,” He thought. “If it matters to you that much then you must not be ready to leave.’
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Post by Veralen Sahen on Sept 9, 2008 14:59:14 GMT -5
Entering her quarters she went directly to the shower, after finishing that she took a short nap before having last meal. It was definitely welcoming to get off her feet for awhile the shift was longer then usual.
She saw the Riov as an intelligent woman, very capable of her position.
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Post by Reha Khev on Sept 9, 2008 15:11:50 GMT -5
She went into her quarters and directly to her personal computer that was given to her by the diplomatic corps. She begin to first make her report, and then to add information on each oria officer's file. She knew these observations would be needed later.
The shift was long and allowed her to see each one interacting under not only the stress of a long shift but very stressful conditions.
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Post by Riov Liordra t'Takar on Sept 11, 2008 9:53:26 GMT -5
It had not even been a full sunround, but she felt she had not been in her quarters for many. She realized that she had wanted coming here to feel welcoming. A place to provide some comfort however, she realized, she had done little to make it so. At this time it seemed more an extension of her office, almost devoid of personal effects, what there was,was disorganized. It was a staging area not a place of refuge.
She would concern herself with the possibility of rearranging or decorating another time. Zareth would be arriving soon. She prepared and then kept warm a simple menu of fish, bread and steamed vegetables, then went to change. It was not an informal nor a formal occasion, so a clean duty uniform would suffice. She put away the items she'd left around the main room, a disorderly room was an indicator of a disorderly mind, and then made herself a cup of tea while she waited for the Subcommander.
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Post by erei'Riov Saren Zareth on Sept 11, 2008 17:56:55 GMT -5
A few minutes before the appointed time to meet with the Riov for Last Meal, he left his quarters making sure he did not want to be late
As he walked down the hall, he felt a bit of nervousness in the pit of his stomach. He pondered the reason for this. This was the Riov he is going to meet,. He's been with her plenty of times on the Oria. There is no need to be nervous, he told himself
Still, this is Last Meal and he is meeting with her in her personal quarters. That was making him nervous. Ship's business, he told himself, that is all she is going to discuss with me. nothing personal
Then his mind drifted to a different track. She is a beautiful woman, he told himself and would not object of something personal did start between the two of them
His frowned and his mind shifted again. He told himself he shouldn't think of the Riov in such a way
He finally stepped up to the Riov's personal quarters and rang the chime to let her know he is there
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Post by Riov Liordra t'Takar on Sept 17, 2008 9:26:30 GMT -5
"Enter." She called out, then stood straightening her tunic. "Aefvadh" (Welcome) She greeted him with a small but genuine smile. In order to avoid any confusion on the Subcommander's part, Liordra quickly established that this was an informal meeting, despite the uniform.
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Post by erei'Riov Saren Zareth on Sept 17, 2008 11:43:45 GMT -5
He heard the Riov's exclaimed "Enter" and he stepped forward and stepped into her private quarters when the door had opened.
He immediately went to a formal, at attention stance and was going to report that he had made it when his eyes adjusted to the lighting and saw her smile. Even though it was small, he felt it was bright and welcoming
He relaxed his stance as she gave him the impression this is a informal occasion "Hann'yyo for the invitation, Leih. It came as a surprise, a pleasant surprise, I should add"
As he walked toward the meal table, he glanced around slightly, noting that her quarters is as neat and tidy as her Ready room/office
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Post by Riov Liordra t'Takar on Sept 18, 2008 9:15:05 GMT -5
Life on a Warbird was one of extremes. In a matter of a few hours, they had gone from the heat of battle to having to wait while Galae Command gathered their questions and decided their fate.
At times such as this, Liordra liked to remind herself of those things in life which were less complicated and less demanding such as the simplicity of sharing a meal.
"Taron. (Sit) Be at ease." She picked up two cups of yhi'luo (Calming tea), passing him one. In general, Liordra avoided intoxicants. Even when drunk in moderation, they could affect one's ability to make a clear-headed decision.
"These inquiries are often lengthy and can too often take on the feeling of an Inquisition." She took a sip of her tea, looking over the rim of the cup to gage his reaction. Though Zareth had performed very well in this last mission, she still understood very little about the events that had shaped him as an officer.
"Command can be very zealous and thorough. An individual's response may mean the difference between continuing in his or her position or finding themselves permanently assigned to administrative duties. A few quiet moments spent in relaxation or meditation, I find very useful in these situations."
She sat opposite him and picked up the plate of vyinn a'Rhynne (whitefish), offering it to him.
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Post by erei'Riov Saren Zareth on Sept 18, 2008 10:57:44 GMT -5
His eyes fell on the menu on the meal table, especially the fish that had been prepared and his stomach growled a little, letting him know he is a little more hungrier then he had thought
He heard her tell him to "Sit. Be at ease" He merely nodded and seated himself, still feeling a bit tense around the Riov and he thought that was unusual. He'd been with her on the Oria and haven't felt this way he felt with her then he is now in her personal quarters
Perhaps that was why he was feeling so.. nervous around her. He is in her personal quarters and is seeing her now as a woman, not as his commanding officer, even though she is both
She broke into his thoughts when she offered him some yhi'luo, a calming tea. "Hann'yyo" He said politely. He noted she didn't choose any intoxicating beverages for Last meal and he silently approved. He didn't like the dulling sensations that intoxicants provided, and the way it made one felt the following morning
He took a sip of the tea and found it refreshing and had an additional calming affect. He began to feel even more relaxed around her after the second or third sip
She heard her say, "These inquiries are often lengthy and can too often take on the feeling of an Inquisition." then took a sip of her own tea, glancing at him over the rim of her cup, assuming she was gauging his reaction.
He didn't disappoint her. He frowned a little, commenting "That is one aspect of command I do not care for: The many and tiring inquiries that is required after every mission"
She continued, adding "Command can be very zealous and thorough. An individual's response may mean the difference between continuing in his or her position or finding themselves permanently assigned to administrative duties. A few quiet moments spent in relaxation or meditation, I find very useful in these situations."
He gave a nod of agreement "Command, perhaps, can be a bit over zealous and thorough, is my opinion on the matter. With thought that in mind, I often question myself whether or not I do want command of my own. I do wish it, but I do not look forward to these Inquisitions." He then switched directions with the conversation "I am in agreement. A few moments of relaxation, or meditation, is required, especially after a stressful and lengthy mission, like we just had. One must rest and relax or risk becoming a less efficient officer"
He gave her a genuine smile as she offered the vyinn a'Rhynne. "Hann'yyo" He said again politely, then took a helping of fish, then offered the platter back to her "vyinn a'Rhynne is one of my favorite dishes" he told her casually, waiting for her reaction
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Post by Riov Liordra t'Takar on Sept 20, 2008 14:24:14 GMT -5
"As it is one of the foods most often served in Galae, that is fortunate." Here eyes reflected that she had intended this humorously rather than as a criticism.
She took a helping of the fish for herself. "You may find this recipe unique. I coat it with a mix of spices I favor"
"Was this assignment one you asked for or were given?" She took a bite of the fish, giving her attention to the meal and asking him conversationally but not pointedly.
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Post by erei'Riov Saren Zareth on Sept 20, 2008 15:45:29 GMT -5
"As it is one of the foods most often served in Galae, that is fortunate." She said, humor lighting her eyes, instead of criticism
A small smile escaped him as equal humor lit into his eyes "Indeed" he said simply
As she took a helping of the fish for herself, she informed him, "You may find this recipe unique. I coat it with a mix of spices I favor" He paused in the bite he was about to take and glanced at her, an expression of curiousity, wondering what spices she used to coat the fish
He then took the bite, letting the flavor wash over his tounge. He complimented her "This is quite good, Commander. My compliments to your cook" knowing she is the one that prepared the fish
She then asked him conversationally "Was this assignment one you asked for or were given?" taking a bite of her own meal. he could tell she was genuinely curious, but wasnt sure if it was the commander in her or the woman
"As I heard there was an opening for a Sub Commander. I had submitted my name in for this assignement. I wasn't sure what to expect and I was pleasantly surprised when High Coomand called me and informed me I should go report in"
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Post by Riov Liordra t'Takar on Sept 20, 2008 20:58:30 GMT -5
She ate a few moments in silence, considering his answer while she finished the fish.
"You specifically wished to be assigned to the Dhivael, and as Subcommander? This ship serves in a unique position. It must be prepared to take orders from both Galae and Fleet Commands and risk the displeasure of both. Why choose such a difficult assignment?"
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Post by erei'Riov Saren Zareth on Sept 21, 2008 9:29:48 GMT -5
He decided on the Riov side of her as she ate in silence, thinking over his comments and thinking of more questions. He too ate the fish, thinking it was delicious
She spoke again as she finished her fish. He glanced at her "You specifically wished to be assigned to the Dhivael, and as Subcommander?" He gave a nod, confirming this fact "This ship serves in a unique position. It must be prepared to take orders from both Galae and Fleet Commands and risk the displeasure of both. Why choose such a difficult assignment?"
He took a moment to think of what he wanted to answer, and finish his own fish. Then he responded "The more dificulty means more of a challenge. Each challenge I face and surpass brings me a step closer to command." He paused a moment before continuing "On a personal note, I felt curious on how a Rihannsu ship could take orders from Fleet Command and how Galae and Fleet saehne-a would interact with one another, which brings me here"
He paused to gauge her reaction, whether or not she approved or disapproved
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