Posted by Fleet Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Side-Sim: Attachéd To The Job: Bezre Myrh Arrives (Tag CO)

Posted by Civilian Bezre Myrh (Diplomatic Attaché) in Side-Sim: Attachéd To The Job: Bezre Myrh Arrives (Tag CO)

Posted by Fleet Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Side-Sim: Attachéd To The Job: Bezre Myrh Arrives (Tag CO)
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“When was our shuttle due to arrive, Serras? Because it’s late and now my whole schedule will be thrown off,” Bezre studied their reflection in viewports of Event Horizon Station. They were dressed to impress, a purple bodysuit made of Tholian silk underneath a sheer black coat that covered them from neck to ankle. A matching and neatly wrapped headscarf covered their head and was the anchor for a thin black veil that drapped over the rest of their face. “This artificial light is making me itchy, you did send my specifications for my living quarters, didn’t you?”

Serras, a forced smile upon his face, answered, “Yes. I sent your room requirements two weeks ago along with your medical records to the Chief Medical Officer. Your bags are correctly packed and the shuttle is not late it’s due to arrive in two minutes.” He cut an imposing figure, especially next to Bezre. Where they were small and dainty he was tall and broadshouldered.

Bezre frowned at their reflection before nodding, “Good. Just testing you,” They added with a satisfied smile. The shuttle arrived one minute early and the two boarded without any delay. When possible Bezre avoided the transporter because no matter how many engineers tried to explain that there were no side-effects to transportation Bezre’s skin would itch for hours afterwards. The shuttle ride was entirely uneventful. The two sat in comfortable silence, taking the time to decompress and settle their thoughts. Once docked inside the Manhatten Bezre left Serras to handle their luggage and ensure the rooms were to their exact specifications. A lovely ensign greeted them in the docking bay and guided Bezre to the CO’s office. At the exactly scheduled time Bezre arrived outside the CO’s door and pressed the chime to announce their presence.

Bezre Myrh, Diplomatic Attaché

“Come in.” a voice said from inside. The door silently slid open to reveal the office beyond. The office was organized, but had the feel of both authority… and peace. Two bookcases on one wall stood with shelves filled with actual books behind their glass doors. Pictures had been mounted around the room showing both places and people, many of them featuring the same person. Various odds and ends graced places here and there.

Displayed prominently, however, alone on a shelf high up on the wall directly behind the desk that sat opposite the door, was the lone figure of a gold Ox. Lighting had been directed so that it drew the eye of anyone who came through the door almost immediately. Below that hung a… ‘coat’, for lack of a better word… that seemed to originate from a vid from Earth circa the mid twentieth century. Specifically those years many referred to as ‘the 70’s’. Bright red, lined in fur, it looked like it would belong to someone named ‘Pookie’ or perhaps ‘Moe Bootie’.

Seated behind the desk was the Commanding Officer, Fleet Captain Alexander Cochrane. He looked up as the doors opened. His hair was black, making the ice-blue eyes beneath the well-groomed hair even more intense. He had a youthful appearance, somewhat more so than the Fleet Captain’s pips at his collar would seem to indicate. He smiled and stood up and, holding out his hand, he said with a slight Terran-British accent “Ah, yes. You must be Madame Bezre Myrh, the new Diplomatic Attaché assigned to our little home-away-from-home. Welcome to the Manhattan.” As the Manhattan was one of the largest ships in the entirety of Star Fleet, his use of the word ‘little’ was almost certainly hyperbole.

Cochrane, CO

Bezre flashed a full smile as they stepped into the room, letting their gaze fall where it may as they took in the space and the things that occupied it. That gold Ox must have an interesting story behind it, it made for an eye-catching centerpiece. Able to dominate the room in the absence of its owner. Though, it paled in comparison to the handsome captain who commanded the space effortlessly. Bezre wondered if the jacket behind him was for casual wear or special occasions only. Something to find out and inquire about later.

They accepted the captain’s hand, offering a firm handshake in return. Harian Myrh’s memories told that Starfleet captains preferred solid handshakes under smiling eyes, “It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Captain. I have looked forward to this meeting ever since I read your service record.” They released the captain’s hand, bringing back within the protective covering of their outer coat. “And I must express how honored I am to join your crew. It has been far too long since I have seen a ship of this size, especially one dedicated to research and exploration.”

Bezre Myrh, Diplomatic Attaché

“Please, do be seated.” Cochrane said and gestured to one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Not the typical reaction I get from those who have read my record, but I’ll take it.” he said with a smile. Of course her file would have been ‘edited’ for civilian consumption, so some of the more colorful parts of his career would have been omitted, but it was still a nice compliment. “Would you care for any refreshment? I was about to get some coffee for myself.” he said as he walked towards the replicator on the wall.

Cochrane, CO

“Oh? And what is the ‘typical’ reaction to your career?” They took a seat, perched delicately upon the edge, “Water would be perfect, thank you.” Bezre took in more of the room around them, noting the photos on the walls and little details. Starship captain offices were rather fascinating. Especially to Myrh who has met many a captain and glimpsed many personal and public captain spaces.

Bezre Myrh, Diplomatic Attaché

Cochrane retrieved the coffee and water, returned to the desk and set the glass of water in front of Myrh. Seating himself, he smiled slightly and said “ ‘How can you possible be in command?!’ is the typical one, I think.” and he chuckled. “So how was your trip? First time crossing a worm hole?” he asked and then took a sip of coffee.

Cochrane, CO

Bezre sipped at their water, drinking a quarter of it before setting the glass back down. Their smile was full and knowing, “As I said, an excellent record for a captain. A good captain is creative and sometimes unorthodox. You strike me as a man more than capable for the responsibilities of leadership.” They smoothed out their veil until it lay in a more flattering shape, “No, not my first trip, but the experience is no less for its familiarity. It was, however, a novel experience for my student. Watching him experience his first trip through a wormhole was a delight.”

Bezre Myrh, Diplomatic Attaché

Cochrane nodded. “Well, I am glad that the trip was an uneventful one.” He took a sip of his drink and then said “All right. Down to it, shall we? Tell me, Ms. Myrh; how do you see your role here on the Manhattan? Where do you feel like you would want to ‘fit in’ to our operational model?”

Cochrane, CO

“Right in the middle of the action,” Bezre answered without second thought, “If you’d have me I would join you on the bridge and act as your advisor. I carry with me the experience and wisdom of my previous hosts who grant me a broad range of perspectives that you and others may benefit from. After all you won’t always need me in the role of a dedicated diplomat and I would much prefer to make myself as useful as I can.” A quality either shared by all the Myrh hosts or perhaps a desire born of Myrh itself. Bezre smiled, “I like to be in the know, if you know what I mean. Many interesting things happen aboard starships.”

Bezre Myrh, Diplomatic Attaché