10-03-2024, 10:55 PM
==Cdr Jolann, Denobulan==
Jolann walked onto the bridge of the Artemis with a scowl. At 190, he was well past what should be his retirement, but the thought of going home to his three wives - and pair of exes, he dourly reminded himself - was distinctly unappealing.
Instead, he'd done what he could to keep himself constantly occupied and unable to go home. Bouncing from ship to ship across his decades-long career, with notable stops on the Oceanside and the Istanbul which were second-contact specialists and chronically overworked, he'd done a little bit of everything. To say that he'd expected to wind up on a ship as prestigious as the Artemis would have been to call him a liar. He'd worn a number of descriptors in his time - cantankerous, ornery, unwelcoming, even simply mean-spirited - but honesty was one of his more scrupulous points. Particularly if it wasn't welcome.
He took a sip of his raktajino and stepped forward, surveying the bridge as he did so. He noted several officers, including a Bajoran engineer, a pair of human tactical officers, male and female, and then a female human scientist. He assumed he'd eventually learn names, but for now, he didn't worry about it. Considering he had barely had time to pack a bag when his orders came in, much less review personnel records, he was just glad he was conscious right now.
Instead, he stepped up to the redheaded human in the captain's chair and presented his padd. "Commander Jolann, reporting as your new first officer," he said sullenly.
==Eh, you were expecting maybe someone else?==
Jolann walked onto the bridge of the Artemis with a scowl. At 190, he was well past what should be his retirement, but the thought of going home to his three wives - and pair of exes, he dourly reminded himself - was distinctly unappealing.
Instead, he'd done what he could to keep himself constantly occupied and unable to go home. Bouncing from ship to ship across his decades-long career, with notable stops on the Oceanside and the Istanbul which were second-contact specialists and chronically overworked, he'd done a little bit of everything. To say that he'd expected to wind up on a ship as prestigious as the Artemis would have been to call him a liar. He'd worn a number of descriptors in his time - cantankerous, ornery, unwelcoming, even simply mean-spirited - but honesty was one of his more scrupulous points. Particularly if it wasn't welcome.
He took a sip of his raktajino and stepped forward, surveying the bridge as he did so. He noted several officers, including a Bajoran engineer, a pair of human tactical officers, male and female, and then a female human scientist. He assumed he'd eventually learn names, but for now, he didn't worry about it. Considering he had barely had time to pack a bag when his orders came in, much less review personnel records, he was just glad he was conscious right now.
Instead, he stepped up to the redheaded human in the captain's chair and presented his padd. "Commander Jolann, reporting as your new first officer," he said sullenly.
==Eh, you were expecting maybe someone else?==