Ryder was walking at a gentle stroll through the starbase’s outer perimeter, they had a few more weeks whilst the Leviathan underwent its RFT refit ready for their new mission. He couldn’t quite believe that he had finally managed to find an inroad into the highly secretive organization having encountered them twice during his standardard Starfleet career.

Stopping at one of the port windows he could see worker bees going to and from the ship, the Leviathan was a Mjolner Class Starship, and it was bred for war. Every bit about it was as a result of every conflict and hostile species, The Borg, Kling, Romulan, Dominion and the Breen dating all the way back to the first time Humans stepped up to the grand stage of warp travel but now it was being turned into a state of the art museum, at least that’s how Ryder felt.

The RTF, ARU or whatever they called themselves were not as exciting as they first seemed, so far all he had done was undergo scrutinizing screening, medicals and psych evals before finally getting to spend two weeks being lectured by some rather bizarre and outright crazy intelligence officer about the history and background of the organization he now worked for.

To top it off he would be getting drunk as a Captain, just what he and his crew needed when dealing with possibly the most dangerous things Starfleet could stumble upon. The previous Captain had taken the option to continue their blissful ignorant life within Starfleet, sometimes he wondered if he should have done the same but he was determined to see the ARU through, come wind, rain or shine.

He comms badge chirped.

=^=Commander Raauhl this is NE Orion of Starbase operations, you requested to be informed when Captain Cobbs shuttle was due to arrive. It just dropped into long-range scanners and should be here within a couple of hours.=^=

Tapping his own standard issue communications badge =^=Thankyou Mr Orion, where will Captain Cobbs shuttle be docking.=^= Asked the joined Trill still watching his beloved ship be transformed.

=^=His shuttle has been cleared for the main shuttle hanger, sir=^=

=^=Thankyou, Ryder out=^= Pushing away from the Window taking in the last few precious moments he figured he’d go get freshened up before meeting his new Captain. He wasn’t sure if it was his own thought to go get a stiff drink or Noa’s his symbiote’s previous host who apparently was an avid drinker of Yridian ale.

Walking through the starbase’ main decks it was a hive of activity, it was rather peculiar because the starbase didn’t have any civilians not that eh could tell anyway on board, anyone who were in civilian clothing were all part of the organisation and moonlighted during their downtime as barkeepers, restaurant owners and tailors. Ryder himself had become a bit of an artist since he had joined with Raauhl something which before he was terrible at.

He also liked the cold and wearing socks in bed the latter being an personal hate of his because he hated wearing sock in bed before. Ryders, medical procedure and the humbling opportunity came to him at the latest stages it was Trillian possible, being the only unjoined trill onboard it was by law required of him to offer himself to save the Raauhl symbiote something which he knew Raauhl was eternally grateful for. The change however in Ryder was obvious and he had never been more unsure of himself than ever before.

Walking past one of the station bars he looked in and finally his resolve to not drink broke down, maybe he and his new Captain would have more in common than he would have thought. Damn you, Noa! he thought making his way to the bar and he could have sworn he heard his symbiote laugh.

Commander Ryder Raauhl
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