05-24-2025, 09:03 PM
== Including NRC Lt Tom Krandall, Tactical ==
Gath and Tom each introduced themselves again, when the CMO came over to introduce herself. Tom's nature was friendly and sometimes a little flirtacious, mixed with the degree of confidence that seemed to come with most experienced pilots. The CMO would recall Krandall's record, because it stood out. His had a caution of having three ejections from fighter craft, thus restricting him from future fighter combat, because of the cumulative abuse it inflicts on the body as a result.
Gath was polite, almost to a fault. He was rather unique, as Klingons go. Most were loud, boasting and looked for any excuse to tell you what house they were from and their long list of acolades. Gath was the opposite. He was polite to the point of almost charming and well groomed. Even his ridges were subtle enough that you almost forgot he was Klingon, once you got to talk with him. His non-verbals though, they spoke of pure predator. His eyes seemed to catch every movement and he was content to listen far more than he spoke. When he did speak, it tended to be in a deep and calming tone that had a surprisingly comforting effect.
Gath responded to the Ens Dawes with a warm grin, "You're quite right, Charlie. If fate smiles upon us, we hope to not test any of our various skills, but there is a sort of comfort in knowing that we're all experienced professionals at what we do. a smaller ship, like this one, tends to form a closer bond amoung the crew. I find it encouraging that we came together here this morning, in a place that rank is set aside. This bodes well for our future."
== NRC Ens Raven Singer, Engineering ==
A woman in coveralls came up behind Gath, holding a steaming mug and looking at the ssembled group, "Let me guess, you all are forming a book club. I didn't expect to hear a speech though, that's a twist." She glanced around with a warm and generous smile and even held up a hand, as if to wave, "Raven..."
Gath was sniffing the air, then asked, "What is that amazing smell?"
Raven replied, "Sorry, that's me. Fine...Hi, I'm Raven, I'm a coffee addict, it's been 30 seconds since my last sip and no, you can't save me as I won't allow it. When I die, there will likely be a steam cup beside me nd I don't care who knows it."
Gath turned with interest, "That's raktajino, but...I smell other..."
Raven pulled it out of his reach, as if he were going to try and take it, "Secret recipe, you can't have it. There's more of this running through my veins than blood."
Gath continued, "...spices...something I can't place..."
Raven rolled her eyes, pulled out a PADD and after a couple of key strokes a steaming mug materialized on the table in front of Gath. He inhaled deeply and a rumbling growl of approval came from him as he cautiously picked it up and gave it a sip. The growl deepened and he commented, quite impressed, "A true warrior's drink."
Raven chuckled, "My Nana would have gotten a good giggle at hearing that, but you're welcome. I'm still not giving you the recipe though."
Those around him could smell hints of dark chocolate, strong raktajino, some kind of hot pepper and a trace of a few other spices.
Raven then pointed at Tom and warned him, "You! Don't you break my ship, I know about you."
Tom was just biting into a danish and had his mouth stuffed, but looked around, as if she miust be scolding someone else. "Hmmf?"
Raven continued, wagging her finger, "You heard me, flyboy."
Tom just ate his danish and tried to look innocent.
Raven, looking to the ladies, as if they had been carrying on a conversation for hours, "So, any of you ladies ever play a game called billiards?"
== Tag to all ==
Gath and Tom each introduced themselves again, when the CMO came over to introduce herself. Tom's nature was friendly and sometimes a little flirtacious, mixed with the degree of confidence that seemed to come with most experienced pilots. The CMO would recall Krandall's record, because it stood out. His had a caution of having three ejections from fighter craft, thus restricting him from future fighter combat, because of the cumulative abuse it inflicts on the body as a result.
Gath was polite, almost to a fault. He was rather unique, as Klingons go. Most were loud, boasting and looked for any excuse to tell you what house they were from and their long list of acolades. Gath was the opposite. He was polite to the point of almost charming and well groomed. Even his ridges were subtle enough that you almost forgot he was Klingon, once you got to talk with him. His non-verbals though, they spoke of pure predator. His eyes seemed to catch every movement and he was content to listen far more than he spoke. When he did speak, it tended to be in a deep and calming tone that had a surprisingly comforting effect.
Gath responded to the Ens Dawes with a warm grin, "You're quite right, Charlie. If fate smiles upon us, we hope to not test any of our various skills, but there is a sort of comfort in knowing that we're all experienced professionals at what we do. a smaller ship, like this one, tends to form a closer bond amoung the crew. I find it encouraging that we came together here this morning, in a place that rank is set aside. This bodes well for our future."
== NRC Ens Raven Singer, Engineering ==
A woman in coveralls came up behind Gath, holding a steaming mug and looking at the ssembled group, "Let me guess, you all are forming a book club. I didn't expect to hear a speech though, that's a twist." She glanced around with a warm and generous smile and even held up a hand, as if to wave, "Raven..."
Gath was sniffing the air, then asked, "What is that amazing smell?"
Raven replied, "Sorry, that's me. Fine...Hi, I'm Raven, I'm a coffee addict, it's been 30 seconds since my last sip and no, you can't save me as I won't allow it. When I die, there will likely be a steam cup beside me nd I don't care who knows it."
Gath turned with interest, "That's raktajino, but...I smell other..."
Raven pulled it out of his reach, as if he were going to try and take it, "Secret recipe, you can't have it. There's more of this running through my veins than blood."
Gath continued, "...spices...something I can't place..."
Raven rolled her eyes, pulled out a PADD and after a couple of key strokes a steaming mug materialized on the table in front of Gath. He inhaled deeply and a rumbling growl of approval came from him as he cautiously picked it up and gave it a sip. The growl deepened and he commented, quite impressed, "A true warrior's drink."
Raven chuckled, "My Nana would have gotten a good giggle at hearing that, but you're welcome. I'm still not giving you the recipe though."
Those around him could smell hints of dark chocolate, strong raktajino, some kind of hot pepper and a trace of a few other spices.
Raven then pointed at Tom and warned him, "You! Don't you break my ship, I know about you."
Tom was just biting into a danish and had his mouth stuffed, but looked around, as if she miust be scolding someone else. "Hmmf?"
Raven continued, wagging her finger, "You heard me, flyboy."
Tom just ate his danish and tried to look innocent.
Raven, looking to the ladies, as if they had been carrying on a conversation for hours, "So, any of you ladies ever play a game called billiards?"
== Tag to all ==