05-23-2025, 03:32 AM
When Gath entered the Mess, he was not yet in uniform. His hair appeared still wet, as if he had showered in a real shower with hot water, but was in clean loose fitting workout attire. His shirt was sleeveless and his shorts came almost to his knees, but both revealed chiseled muscle tone. He approached a replicator and inserted an isolinear chip to select a menu option that it generated. The unit then took much longer than normal before finishing the process of producing a plate of food and a drink in a glass that actually had ice in it.
Taking the plate of food, it could still be heard sizzling from the temperature it had been created at. He pulled it close and inhaled deeply. A big smile formed on his face and what sounded almost like a growl came from him, but it was obviously a sound of approval as he headed to a table. As he set it down, it was evident that he had what appeared to be a juicy steak and several fried eggs next to it. The smell was a mixture of seared meat and hot spices. Those familiar would recognise that the eggs had a fair helping of chopped jalapeno sprinkled across them. The Klingon took a moment to savor the moment, pausing and breathing it in, like some kind of carnivorous prayer before attacking it. When he did begin to eat though, he was not the noisy barbarian that some might expect. Gath had wonderful table manners and produced his own cutlery for the task of cutting the steak as he ate like a gentleman. He said nothing, but the look on his face said he was really enjoying his meal.
Just then, a human from Tactical entered, Lt Krandall, his uniform crisp and neat. He got himself what smelled to be a raktajino and strode over to sit down across from Gath with a big smile. Gath said nothing at first, but paused his cutting and eating for perhaps a full two seconds, spent locking eyes with Krandall, before continuing. Gath was not used to people sitting down with him uninvited, but he appeared to take it in stride. Krandall began speaking, as if continuing a previous conversation, but Gath's expression implied there had been no such previous conversation.
"I'm sure that you have your own program you use, because you seem like that kind of guy with his training, but if I may be so bold, could I offer a suggestion?"
Gath's expression turned to more of a skeptical one as he replied, "Bold indeed...but continue..."
Krandall's smile widened, "Normally I'm not one for training programs I haven't installed myself, but I learned that there had been a Marine drop team assigned to this ship at one time and I thought to myself, they had to have trained while they were here, right?"
Gath stopped chewing and looked at him more seriously now, swallowed then added, "They would..."
Tom took a sip from his cup and then started talking more casually, using his hands and elaborating, "See, they needed to train for some very specific kinds of tactics and would have had some of their own software with them, but to use that, they would have to reconfigure the holodeck to accommodate...well, certain variables and allow it to handle simulated live fire and so on that can overwhelm some standard holodecks. A Holosuite wouldn't be able to handle any of it, but a deck can be configured for it. So I took a look and the framework is still there. If you have a solid program, you can scroll through to the design applications page and you'll find inputs for squad tactics for both red and blue complete with a small database of species, weapons and some rater creative simulation variables that I've never seen in a stock system before."
Gath continued to eat, having almost finished his hefty breakfast by now. In between bites, he commented, "You've run some of these simulations?"
Shrugging, he admitted, "I'm still trying to fit into the Tactical thing. I'm a pilot, but they won't let me fly fighters anymore. As a former Marine though, tactical is something you're taught to do on a battlefield. They don't let me do much of that either, but you seem like a boots on the ground kind of guy, so I'm just trying to plant the seeds of thought for someone who might have our best interests at heart. I also like to enjoy some company when I work out, it spices things up, don't you think?" He pointed at what little remained on the plate and added, "The peppers are a nice touch, I like mine like that too. If you're faced with field rations, hot sauce is the only thing that makes the stuff they call eggs edible."
Gath finally grinned and gave a nod, "They do add a nice little flavor, don't they." The grin widened some more, "Thanks, I'll have to check that out, Tom."
Looking slightly surprised, "You know who I am?"
That made Gath smile, "I'm the Chief of Security, I know everyone on this ship. You're a brave man to risk interrupting a Klingon when he's eating...I like that."
Now it was Tom's turn to smile.
== NRC Lt Tom Krandall, Tactical ==
Taking the plate of food, it could still be heard sizzling from the temperature it had been created at. He pulled it close and inhaled deeply. A big smile formed on his face and what sounded almost like a growl came from him, but it was obviously a sound of approval as he headed to a table. As he set it down, it was evident that he had what appeared to be a juicy steak and several fried eggs next to it. The smell was a mixture of seared meat and hot spices. Those familiar would recognise that the eggs had a fair helping of chopped jalapeno sprinkled across them. The Klingon took a moment to savor the moment, pausing and breathing it in, like some kind of carnivorous prayer before attacking it. When he did begin to eat though, he was not the noisy barbarian that some might expect. Gath had wonderful table manners and produced his own cutlery for the task of cutting the steak as he ate like a gentleman. He said nothing, but the look on his face said he was really enjoying his meal.
Just then, a human from Tactical entered, Lt Krandall, his uniform crisp and neat. He got himself what smelled to be a raktajino and strode over to sit down across from Gath with a big smile. Gath said nothing at first, but paused his cutting and eating for perhaps a full two seconds, spent locking eyes with Krandall, before continuing. Gath was not used to people sitting down with him uninvited, but he appeared to take it in stride. Krandall began speaking, as if continuing a previous conversation, but Gath's expression implied there had been no such previous conversation.
"I'm sure that you have your own program you use, because you seem like that kind of guy with his training, but if I may be so bold, could I offer a suggestion?"
Gath's expression turned to more of a skeptical one as he replied, "Bold indeed...but continue..."
Krandall's smile widened, "Normally I'm not one for training programs I haven't installed myself, but I learned that there had been a Marine drop team assigned to this ship at one time and I thought to myself, they had to have trained while they were here, right?"
Gath stopped chewing and looked at him more seriously now, swallowed then added, "They would..."
Tom took a sip from his cup and then started talking more casually, using his hands and elaborating, "See, they needed to train for some very specific kinds of tactics and would have had some of their own software with them, but to use that, they would have to reconfigure the holodeck to accommodate...well, certain variables and allow it to handle simulated live fire and so on that can overwhelm some standard holodecks. A Holosuite wouldn't be able to handle any of it, but a deck can be configured for it. So I took a look and the framework is still there. If you have a solid program, you can scroll through to the design applications page and you'll find inputs for squad tactics for both red and blue complete with a small database of species, weapons and some rater creative simulation variables that I've never seen in a stock system before."
Gath continued to eat, having almost finished his hefty breakfast by now. In between bites, he commented, "You've run some of these simulations?"
Shrugging, he admitted, "I'm still trying to fit into the Tactical thing. I'm a pilot, but they won't let me fly fighters anymore. As a former Marine though, tactical is something you're taught to do on a battlefield. They don't let me do much of that either, but you seem like a boots on the ground kind of guy, so I'm just trying to plant the seeds of thought for someone who might have our best interests at heart. I also like to enjoy some company when I work out, it spices things up, don't you think?" He pointed at what little remained on the plate and added, "The peppers are a nice touch, I like mine like that too. If you're faced with field rations, hot sauce is the only thing that makes the stuff they call eggs edible."
Gath finally grinned and gave a nod, "They do add a nice little flavor, don't they." The grin widened some more, "Thanks, I'll have to check that out, Tom."
Looking slightly surprised, "You know who I am?"
That made Gath smile, "I'm the Chief of Security, I know everyone on this ship. You're a brave man to risk interrupting a Klingon when he's eating...I like that."
Now it was Tom's turn to smile.
== NRC Lt Tom Krandall, Tactical ==