01-15-2025, 06:08 PM
Peter heard someone call out to him, turned, and noticed Campbell raising his glass. He raised his own and returned the toast:
"Skål!", he smiled. He didn't even know the etymology of the word. There was a running joke that it dated all the way back to the old norse, the vikings specifically, who used to drink from the skulls of their enemies, but whether or not that was actually true was something he had never taken the time to research...nor did he particularly care enough about it to do make the effort.
Thought it would be a great way to win points with Art's family..... he thought to himself for a moment before he focused again
"Midshipman Campbell, right?", he asked, reaching out his hand for the younger man to shake.
"It's a pleasure. Welcome to the Yeager", he said with sincerity. It was good to get new blood in. He was still slightly worried about what so much new blood at the same time would do to the crew's dynamics, but...well, morale and cohesion was one of his jobs, after all, and he wouldn't want to put himself out of a job.
It wasn't long before Jadaris arrived, and Peter had to steel himself once more. He had of course been aware that Jadaris was a Gorn. He knew that Gorn were larger than Humans. He also knew that they were privileged to have someone of his caliber. All of this, he knew very well. And he had no time at all for prejudices - at least outside of the Ferengi. He had, earlier in his career, been about to throw hands when someone had disrespected a Gorn crewmate. But there was something deep inside in the back of his mind that told him that something that large and bulky had to be inherently hostile and dangerous, and he had to force that impulse down just as badly as he had had to in another situation recently...though of course in quite a different context.
"Welcome Cdr. Jadaris!", he said and meant it. "We are privileged to have someone of your caliber join us. Your merits and reputation precedes you", he pointed out with a smile.
== My bite might not be contagious, but my jokes are on fire!
==
"Skål!", he smiled. He didn't even know the etymology of the word. There was a running joke that it dated all the way back to the old norse, the vikings specifically, who used to drink from the skulls of their enemies, but whether or not that was actually true was something he had never taken the time to research...nor did he particularly care enough about it to do make the effort.
Thought it would be a great way to win points with Art's family..... he thought to himself for a moment before he focused again
"Midshipman Campbell, right?", he asked, reaching out his hand for the younger man to shake.
"It's a pleasure. Welcome to the Yeager", he said with sincerity. It was good to get new blood in. He was still slightly worried about what so much new blood at the same time would do to the crew's dynamics, but...well, morale and cohesion was one of his jobs, after all, and he wouldn't want to put himself out of a job.
It wasn't long before Jadaris arrived, and Peter had to steel himself once more. He had of course been aware that Jadaris was a Gorn. He knew that Gorn were larger than Humans. He also knew that they were privileged to have someone of his caliber. All of this, he knew very well. And he had no time at all for prejudices - at least outside of the Ferengi. He had, earlier in his career, been about to throw hands when someone had disrespected a Gorn crewmate. But there was something deep inside in the back of his mind that told him that something that large and bulky had to be inherently hostile and dangerous, and he had to force that impulse down just as badly as he had had to in another situation recently...though of course in quite a different context.
"Welcome Cdr. Jadaris!", he said and meant it. "We are privileged to have someone of your caliber join us. Your merits and reputation precedes you", he pointed out with a smile.
== My bite might not be contagious, but my jokes are on fire!
==