Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade K’sang Duras (Chief Science Officer) in Post Sim: CNS- K’sang’s checkin after Meeting

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Zef Rollo (Counselor) in Post Sim: CNS- K’sang’s checkin after Meeting

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade K’sang Duras (Chief Science Officer) in Post Sim: CNS- K’sang’s checkin after Meeting
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K’sang paused to take a breath before signaling he had arrived at Rollo’s office, the thought of being put on the spot for something beyond his control made his skin itch “Iumbe’ tlhInganpu’, batlhqelDI’ tlhIngan, lumbe’.” He grumbled before entering yet another spiders lair, bent on peeling away his skill to see what fell out. Star Fleet was a strange place at times, stories of their strength in battle were well known. Yet, he could not grasp why at the same time many spent far too much time talking instead of simply acting.

-K’sang, CSO

Dave was absent, having taken the afternoon off for a headache, so Zef was alone in the office. She’d left the inner door open between reception and her work area in order to hear the chime when one of her appointments rang. =/\=Computer, open door to corridor.=/\= She heard it comply. “Lt K’Sang, I’m in here.” She called out from where she sat at her desk.

—Rollo, CNS

Shortly after the Klingon poked his head in, “Have the time for that eval?” K’sang raised his eyebrow regarding her as he waited to be seated.

-K’sang, CSO

Zef rose from the desk when he came in and smiled. She’d always enjoyed Klingons with their rough looks and manners. She found them refreshing in a society that was overly thoughtful and proper.

“Lt K’sang, come in. I’ve been expecting you.” She gestured to the sitting area, directing him there even though she believed he’d rather sit across the desk from her. What visitors never thought of was how many hours she sat at her desk working. Changing to a deeply cushioned chair or the couch was a reprieve for her body.

Unsure what Klingon items might be programmed into the replicator, Zef didn’t offer a refreshment—also, being overly polite wasn’t something K’sang’s people appreciated. She waited for him to sit before choosing a spot for herself.

—Rollo, CNS

“If it’d be alright, I’d prefer to stand” K’sang replied cupping his hands behind his back. “This department head position has me sitting idle far too much to my liking.. I might have the chairs removed from my office and use taller tables to promote brisk conversation.” Eyeing the chair he glanced back at Rollo, “Don’t worry about waiting for me. If you need to take a load off, that’s what needs to be done.”

K’sang, CSO

“Of course, suit yourself.” Zef took a seat on one corner of the couch. The energy in the office had changed the moment K’sang entered. Klingons were a large, warrior race and even though they might be contained by Star Fleet rules and regulations, they still carried their history and ideology with them. Some people filled a room with their presence and Klingons were like that to Zef.

“Are you settling in well? Are you having any issues?”

—Rollo, CNS