Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Aasrel Izei (Chief Medical Officer) in Promises and Connections

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Bethany Kovra Gadi (Chief of Security) in Promises and Connections
The Asimov, as it was once more known as, was docked at Star Base 12. The debriefing was intense. Not anything Bethany hadn’t expected. The crew was allowed no freedom or visitors until cleared. So it was with great glee that Bethany heard a commotion outside the ‘interview’ room and then silence before a most welcome sight entered.

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Bethany and Aasrel were escorted, together, to a large VIP suite of quarters. Bethany had been closed mouthed about it, but Aasrel could tell she knew something. They were let in to a large common living area and then the guards posted outside.

Lt. Cmdr. Gadi, COS

Bethany was getting better with her telepathy, and Aasrel hadn’t caught wind of what was going on throug his returned abilities. The debriefing was… a lot. Bethany said it was expected, though. Aasrel had never been on a mission like that one. There were things he’d promised that were soon to come due that he wasn’t sure he was ready to pay up on. A certain trip to Betazed haunted his mind.

Guards were posted outside as they were lead into a large common living area. Aasrel glanced at Bethany, and then around the room. Still not telling me what you’re up to? He asked, telepathically. He was still re-getting used to his own abilities, after all, and he’d missed them so much he liked using them.

~ Izei, CMO

Bethany grinned, You’ll find out soon enough. She kissed him and winked.

A moment later two doors opened. The first admitted a pair of individuals. A human male with sandy brown hair starting to lighten. He walked with the posture of someone who had seen battle and fighting and survived. He had an infectious grin though. The woman had abrinzed complexion, bright green eyes and long red hair of her Irish heritage, and pointy Vulcan ears. She was wearing a command red uniform with Rear Admiral pips. The second door opened and admitted a human man, older, greying, walking with a limp, in a medical coat, reading a PaDD.

“Bethany!” The admiral walked up to her and shook her hand then took her by both shoulders, raised a single brow, and after a long moment nodded her head. “We will talk.” The man wasn’t quite as reserved. He picked Bethany up on a bear hug, “Hey Kiddo,” kissed her cheek and set her down.

“Aasrel, these are my mentors. Rear Admiral T’Jal Smith and her husband Commodore Jake Smith. T’Jal, Jake, this is Lt. Aasrel Izei.” They both offered him a hand. Jake motioned toward the distracted doctor, “And this is retired Cmdr, Dr Martin.” The doctor nodded his head, but was far too invested in what he was reading.

Lt. Cmdr. Gadi, COS