Posted by Ensign Jin’Lor Venneroe (Scientist) in Check into CO

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Check into CO

Posted by Ensign Jin’Lor Venneroe (Scientist) in Check into CO
After the science lab, Jin’Lor was finally on his way to visit the Captain. It was a pain, but he was happy to travel through the ship and get some good walking done before risking getting lost like he usually did.

Once he arrived, he stepped inside and offered a quick wave.

It was decades now since Zachariah Cobb had glimpsed the peak of his physical fitness. As the captain of a starfleet vessel, and an ARU flagship to boot, he retained sufficient muscle-tone, lung capacity and stamina to not be an embarrassment out in the field. But while the training sessions with Lt Surda had been enjoyable, at the same time they had brought into focus those areas that begged for improvement.

And so it was that, as Jin’Lor entered Cobb’s ready room, he would be welcomed by a series of agonising grunts and the sight of a long-haired and bearded man in full starfleet uniform labouring at pushups in the corner of the room. He sensed company before he saw him, struggling quickly to his feet and pulling down his tunic in an attempt to regain some decorum.

“Ah. I was just…” he began with an air of awkward desperation, before descending into a shrug. “You want a drink, Ensign? I need a drink.”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Jin’Lor took in Captain Cobb without much thought and shrugged. He was not one to judge people for what they appeared to be, but for who they actually were. This man was obviously in need of more than a few pushups, though.

He was not about to tell his new captain that, obviously.

“I don’t drink,” He answered in his thick accent, tilting his head slightly. This caused the brown locks of hair to bob slightly, blue eyes narrowing slightly as they always did. “I’m merely here to check in as I was told to. I also wanted to let you know of my adopted son, Jeane, and his…issues.” A grimace followed his words. He was never comfortable with speaking about Jeane’s fears and problems, but knew it had to be done.

Ensign Jin’Lor Venneroe

The grimace as Venneroe rejected the captain’s offer of liquor was only barely hidden, although recovery came swift with the filling of his own glass and a nod to the still-lukewarm coffee on his desk, in case that was more to the newcomer’s liking. He did not, however, offer to pour a cup for the man, merely granted consent to procure one of his own.

“So, checking in, eh?” Cobb mused, settling gratefully into his comfortable chair and savouring a generous mouthful of his drink, before jabbing at keys on his terminal.

“Jin’Lor Venneroe, I presume?” he announced after several seconds, clearly reading from a record on the screen. “Graduated with distinctions in science with a specialisation in genetics. Impressive scores too, I see. Previous activities or occupations, as well as any details on your childhood bare the basic facts, seem entirely missing, however.”
He sat back in his chair and brought fingers to steeple under his chin, then almost as an afterthought waved at the empty seat opposite for the scientist to sit down.

“So why don’t you fill me in a little, eh?” Zachariah asked, leaning forwards once again, his eyes dancing with a somewhat mischievous spark. “What have you been doing for all of these years before you decided to submit to the academy?”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb