Posted by Cadet Joseph Rainns (Security Officer) in Side Sim: A trip down to the Mess Deck

Posted by Cadet K’sang Duras (Scientist) in Side Sim: A trip down to the Mess Deck

Posted by Cadet K’sang Duras (Scientist) in Side Sim: A trip down to the Mess Deck
Picking up a metal tray, K’sang scrunched his face in disdain as he stood in front of the replicator. “Klingon meal: Bregit Lung.. not a respiratory organ, a side of Gladst with granulated sodium crystals to apply, and a hot mug of Raktajino… No creamer.”

After the replicator whirred through it’s cycle, K’sang sniffed the plant matter on the side of his tray and paused. “Vinegar, white… One half teaspoon.” Collecting the added items to his tray, the Cadet looked around for an open seat near the observation window. It’d be nice to suffer though artificial means of making a reptilian dish with something to look at for his mind to wander. Pausing before his meal the Klingon bowed his head “May we never lack for food to satisfy our hunger, and may we never lack for challenges to make us hungry.”

(K’sang, Cadet)

A few tables away, Cadet Joseph Rainns sat, eating his meal, he had been reading a classic earth novel on his PAD, but the arrival of the Klingon in a starfleet uniform had caught his attention. Rainns watched his fellow Cadet find a table. He resumed reading his novel, but would occasionally look up to observe the Klingon, questions burned in his head. What would make a Klingon a scientist? While his intuitive side of his personality demanded he investigate and find an answer, his introversion left Rainns to sit alone, as he preferred, and simply judge the Klingon cadet from afar, without having to socially engage him, as impromptu conversations were not Rainns style nor skill set.

Cadet Joseph Rainns- Security

He was grateful to have added vinnegar to his selection after the first bite of Gladst. Boiled brussle sprouts would have looked more appetizing, even to K’sang. It wasn’t long before the Klingon resigned from his dish and took solice in the coffee like substance with tendrils hanging over the top of his mug. Something nagged at him however, that feeling you get when the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as though you were being watched like a Krada about to be put on a chief’s cutting board. He glanced over taking a quick assesment of the room: Security officer reading a data pad, two engineers talking about after shift, and several others seemingly having a good time.
“Hrm..” K’sang rubbed the side of his neck and dismissed the idea of prying eyes, “Must still be thinking about Lab 1.” The literal thought of smoked tellarite and his first meeting with Lieutenant Garth at least brought a smirk.

K’sang, Cadet