Posted by Commander Qyra Nyx (Executive Officer) in Starbase 243

Posted by Commander Qyra Nyx (Executive Officer) in Starbase 243

Posted by Major Vektul (Chief Engineer) in Starbase 243
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After days of travelling, Qyra was finally on the Star base that served the USS Memorial, her newly assigned ship. The Memorial’s classification was more of a battle ship than anything else, handling long range fleet support, combat actions, patrols and exploration. It was also used for command and control of combat engagements, urban pacification, policing and secure diplomatic conferences. Those activities fit much better with her ‘warrior’ training and strategic thinking abilities. Leaving her belongings at the drop off site, she made her way to the check point where two officers stood awaiting any new visitors.

Dressed in the red of command, they perked up as she approached. “Good morning Commander, may I ask why you are visiting the star base?” The taller one asked.

Even though she was very tired from the journey, Nyx took the measure of the two men as she stepped into their bubble. “Certainly, I’m Qyra Nyx, here to connect with a pilot that will take me to my new ship, the USS Memorial.”

She showed them the orders on a small PaDD she carried. “However, I’ve been travelling for quite some time and all I currently want is a bed and a meal.”

Glancing up from reading the orders, the short one spoke. “Everything seems to be in order, Sir. If you follow the signage, you will be able to get a room at the Shasta hotel. They have a fine dining room, but some of the rooms have replicators too. It all depends what you’d prefer.”

Qyra took back the PaDD and tucked it into the satchel that hung on a strap from her shoulder. “Thank you, I’ll be sure to do that. Am I free to go now?”

“Absolutely, Commander.”

As she walked past them, she caught snippets of their conversation. “I’d like to be on her ship.”

“Yeah, I’d serve under her in a heartbeat.”

Qyra shook her head slightly and continued on her way.

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial

OOC: Ugh, men are pigs! ;) Awesome post! Can’t wait to write with her.

-Harley

OOC: LOL

D…

The station had informed Nix that the Memorial was due to dock within the next 48 hours, so all she could do was wait until it happened. Qyra was anxious to get aboard and take up her duties with Captain Nightroad. From what she’d read about him, he had a stellar career and she felt there was a lot he could teach her about command. The other officers she’d worked for were also good, but their ships didn’t deal with battle so what they offered in combat strategy was non existent.

With the entire day to fill, Qyra dressed in a fresh uniform, pinned her hair up and left her room to investigate what the station had to offer. One of the shops, Travelers’ Paradise, had many different kinds of trinkets and also some real gems hidden in the chaos. She entered the store, curious if she would find something and eager to spend some of her long saved credits.

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial

There were trinkets from every corner of the galaxy and Qyra was genuinely pleased with many of them. Among the treasures, she found a knife. It was on the small side with only a 3 inch blade and a flat, bone handle. As she was admiring it, a large Bolian man approached her with a cheerful smile. “Ahhh, you have found one of our most popular items.” Qyra looked at him and raised her brows, inviting him to continue. “Allow me to show you why?” Curious, Nix nodded for him to continue.

The shop owner took several steps away from where she stood and picked up a sheath from another display. Having returned to her side, his smile grew more personal as he indicated her arm. “May I?”

Believing that he didn’t have any ill thought toward her, Qyra nodded, “Certainly.”

The Bolian lifted her left arm and pushed the sleeve of her uniform up till it bunched around her elbow. With quick, efficient movements, he attached the sheath to her forearm and slipped the small knife into it so it rested against the inside of her arm. Pulling the sleeve back down to conceal the weapon, he introduced himself “I am Mott, by the way, owner of this establishment. I like to put certain items out where they barely get a serious look, to see who is paying attention, and who is worth doing special business with.” He clasped his hands in front of his large body and inclined his head in her direction. “I believe you are deserving of that attention.”

Had he sensed the fighter within her? the appreciation for a fine weapon? It didn’t matter. Qyra believed she was being given an opportunity for something in the future. “I am Qyra Nix and I appreciate your confidence in me.” Her vivid blue-green eyes inspected the sleeve of her left arm where no trace of the weapon showed. “I’ll take the knife and the sheath, and if possible, a way to contact you in the future should I need something…unique.”

Mott grinned, whether at the sale or the possibility of future business, he didn’t say.

Commander Qyra Nyx
Executive Officer USS Memorial