Post by Supreme General Shran on Nov 8, 2011 10:46:19 GMT -5
The Andorian walked through the unfamiliar captain’s office as he waited. He assumed everything had been left as it had upon the disappearance of the Aryes’ captain. It was the kind of sentimentality he had come to expect of humans. He ran a finger over an Andorian blade that sat upon one of the shelves. It was dull and clearly nothing more than an heirloom, a showpiece. His antennae twitched in disgust, a shelf was no place for such a weapon.
In fact, over all he found himself not very impressed with what the decorum of the room told him of the office’s former occupant. Weakness and a naïve sort of idealism seemed to permeate every bulkhead. He looked at the images of smiling humans, Terran literature, and even a replica of some kind of ancient Earth armor. All of it screamed of the corruption suffered by his race in this universe. Even worse it showed the kind of interest in war and battle that was clearly out of academic or even romantic interest. There was no real inclination that he now stood in the room of a true warrior, merely a child who wanted to be one.
He did note, that the office was well preserved, as one might preserve a burial ground. Even the Colonel refused to take the office when she assumed command of the ship. Even he could feel the sacredness that the crew had imbued into the room. He thought momentarily of Colonel Christienne and another Christienne he had known, what felt like a lifetime ago. Of all the weakness he saw in this universe he did not count her among it. She was much like her other self in many aspects. She was like a glacier covered in a snowfall. On the outside she gave the appearance of the soft fluffy and inviting weakness of her peers, but underneath he sensed the hardened ice that was there. Even if she never admitted it, Shran knew she was the kind of person who would do what was necessary when the situation called for it. It made her a dangerous and unpredictable enemy, but just maybe it could also make her a dangerous and unpredictable ally as well.
The Andorian looked in the mirror as he adjusted the ridiculous uniform he found himself forced to wear, and he again thought of another Kiele Christienne and wondered what could had been, had things been different. He turned his antennae as if to dismiss the idea. That kind of thinking was never productive. It was a different time, a different universe, and none of it had any bearing on the mission at hand. Still seeing her again, here and young, it stirred old ideas, but it was not her, not really. This Colonel Christienne was only the shadow of the woman he once knew. She was a cub where once a powerful leopardess had stood. Yet, even shadows had power, even cubs had claws. Maybe she could be useful, at least for a while…
In fact, over all he found himself not very impressed with what the decorum of the room told him of the office’s former occupant. Weakness and a naïve sort of idealism seemed to permeate every bulkhead. He looked at the images of smiling humans, Terran literature, and even a replica of some kind of ancient Earth armor. All of it screamed of the corruption suffered by his race in this universe. Even worse it showed the kind of interest in war and battle that was clearly out of academic or even romantic interest. There was no real inclination that he now stood in the room of a true warrior, merely a child who wanted to be one.
He did note, that the office was well preserved, as one might preserve a burial ground. Even the Colonel refused to take the office when she assumed command of the ship. Even he could feel the sacredness that the crew had imbued into the room. He thought momentarily of Colonel Christienne and another Christienne he had known, what felt like a lifetime ago. Of all the weakness he saw in this universe he did not count her among it. She was much like her other self in many aspects. She was like a glacier covered in a snowfall. On the outside she gave the appearance of the soft fluffy and inviting weakness of her peers, but underneath he sensed the hardened ice that was there. Even if she never admitted it, Shran knew she was the kind of person who would do what was necessary when the situation called for it. It made her a dangerous and unpredictable enemy, but just maybe it could also make her a dangerous and unpredictable ally as well.
The Andorian looked in the mirror as he adjusted the ridiculous uniform he found himself forced to wear, and he again thought of another Kiele Christienne and wondered what could had been, had things been different. He turned his antennae as if to dismiss the idea. That kind of thinking was never productive. It was a different time, a different universe, and none of it had any bearing on the mission at hand. Still seeing her again, here and young, it stirred old ideas, but it was not her, not really. This Colonel Christienne was only the shadow of the woman he once knew. She was a cub where once a powerful leopardess had stood. Yet, even shadows had power, even cubs had claws. Maybe she could be useful, at least for a while…
