10-21-2025, 08:51 PM
With the crew appearing more relaxed the more professional C’Had became, an assessing look came over his face. He paused in his eating, placing his hands in a fist under his chin to look at them all as they spoke. He nodded at Gath’s view that violence would not solve this answer, though said nothing in return. He did make a nod to Keir as they spoke, as if confirming that he agreed with their assessment. But it was Powl that he answered first, as he had struck a personal nerve. C’Had took in the dress uniform, his gaze pausing ever-so-quickly on the Tactical red.
At his question, though, C’Had smirked. “Well,” he drawled, “Make my stay as enjoyable as possible, I suppose!” and he winked at Keir before diving back into his mashed potatoes. As he did so, the pause in conversation was filled with the arrival of a new, much younger officer, who looked quite intimidated by just being there. But the Captain simply welcomed him, and brought the topic back to the official matter at hand, obviously not counting C;Had fun answer as the true one.
Finishing his current mouthful of food, C’Had frowned at Ameen. “You are no fun.” He said pointedly, punctuating his sentence by pointing his now-empty fork at the man. “I don’t know if there is anything Starfleet can do. Besides ferry me there. I know, exciting.” The Trill looked around the table, the mischevious spark returning to his eyes. “The old woman’s plan was to hole up in the guest quarters, doing nothing but listen to the planets’ music and reading the peoples’ tomes. I, however, will not be sticking to her itinerary.”
He purposely let that sentence hang, taking a nice long drink of the red wine in front of him.
“What would be the point of using a Federation ship, if I didn’t make it a point to become… intimately acquainted?” He put more food on his fork and quickly added to the Captain, “It would be a waste to not use the Federation resources on board this ship. I could have just as easily taken a transport ship. But here, aboard your fine ship, not only do I have access to your state-of-the-art medical facility, but also the minds and crew variety of a Federation starship. Trill ships have Trill. Vulcan ships have Vulcan. Federation ships…” Again that smirk and sparkle. “…have everybody.”
At his question, though, C’Had smirked. “Well,” he drawled, “Make my stay as enjoyable as possible, I suppose!” and he winked at Keir before diving back into his mashed potatoes. As he did so, the pause in conversation was filled with the arrival of a new, much younger officer, who looked quite intimidated by just being there. But the Captain simply welcomed him, and brought the topic back to the official matter at hand, obviously not counting C;Had fun answer as the true one.
Finishing his current mouthful of food, C’Had frowned at Ameen. “You are no fun.” He said pointedly, punctuating his sentence by pointing his now-empty fork at the man. “I don’t know if there is anything Starfleet can do. Besides ferry me there. I know, exciting.” The Trill looked around the table, the mischevious spark returning to his eyes. “The old woman’s plan was to hole up in the guest quarters, doing nothing but listen to the planets’ music and reading the peoples’ tomes. I, however, will not be sticking to her itinerary.”
He purposely let that sentence hang, taking a nice long drink of the red wine in front of him.
“What would be the point of using a Federation ship, if I didn’t make it a point to become… intimately acquainted?” He put more food on his fork and quickly added to the Captain, “It would be a waste to not use the Federation resources on board this ship. I could have just as easily taken a transport ship. But here, aboard your fine ship, not only do I have access to your state-of-the-art medical facility, but also the minds and crew variety of a Federation starship. Trill ships have Trill. Vulcan ships have Vulcan. Federation ships…” Again that smirk and sparkle. “…have everybody.”