Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Solomon Kane (Tactical / Medical) in Side SIM: XO and Lt. English out on the prowl tag Kane and Mwezi, open to anyone

Posted by Commander Chris Taggart (XO) in Side SIM: XO and Lt. English out on the prowl tag Kane and Mwezi, open to anyone

Posted by Lieutenant Ricky English (Comms Officer) in Side SIM: XO and Lt. English out on the prowl tag Kane and Mwezi, open to anyone
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They headed to the turbolift and once both were inside Chris said: “Bridge.” Then looked at Ricky. “Might as well get this part over with before we’re both too drunk.” He smiled.

Chris

Ricky followed Chris into the turbolift. “It’s probably a good thing that I don’t start my first shift till tomorrow afternoon.”

Lt - Ricky English - Comms

Chris smiled at that and stepped onto the bridge when the doors opened. Gesturing with his arms. “Over there is where you’ll be sitting. Of course that’s where the captain sits. I sit behind and to the left. My office is trough those doors and I share it with the CSO. Kane sits over there when he is here and that big hairy guy right there is Mwezi. I’ll let you walk around a bit and mingle and answer questions.”

Chris

Ricky did just that, walk around the entire bridge taking it all in. It wasn’t the first time that he was on a bridge it, was though his first time as the main Comms officer. He sat down at what would be his station and logged him self into the computer. Everything he needed would be right there at his finger tips. The translation matrix to the internal communications. Ricky put the communication probe into his ear to see what he could hear right now. What he could hear was the chatter between the starbase and the repair teams working on the ship. The ship had been through a really rough bout the past few weeks. And the ship had to crawl back to the star base.

Ricky got up and put the comm probe back on it’s stand. He then made his way to Mwezi. “Mwezi, I’m Ricky English, the new Comms officer. Pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand for a hand shake.

LT - Ricky English - Comms

Now, Chris had described Mwezi as a big hairy guy, but that description didn’t give the alien Security officer justice. In truth, Mwezi was a seven foot tall humanoid wolf. He had the face of a wolf, muscular arms, and legs that were definitely not the normal shape for humanoid legs - they were digitigrade. He turned to English, looking down at the comparatively tiny human, and tilted his head slightly at the outstretched hand. He slowly reached out his own hand - three fingers and a thumb, covered in fur, and with dark nails that looked like they belonged on the wolf he seemed to resemble - for the offered handshake.

He opened his mouth to speak, and at first Ricky heard nothing but the garble of an alien language, then a glow came from a small device mounted on the alien’s wrist, and his words were translated into common. “The pleasure is mine,” he said, and it seemed like he was trying to be polite, knowing he could often frighten people.
OOC: I did describe you to Ricky the way you wanted to be. Or at least I thought I did. Sorry if not.

Ricky wasn’t frightened at all. As the wolf man took his comparatively small hand he smiled. This was going to be an interesting ship to serve on indeed. All sorts of different people on board. Ricky wanted to ask if Mwezi liked to be scratched behind the ear but he figured for his own safety that He should hold off until he got to know the man better.

taking his hand back he asked Mwezi “How long have you been on board the Chernov?”

“I have been well. Better than I had hoped. I am here on the Chernov as part of a diplomatic effort on the part of my government to determine if Star Fleet and the Federation are something we are interested in becoming invested into. So far, I have a very positive review,” he grinned, showing off a mouth full of sharp teeth.

Kane stepped onto the bridge in his normal fashion: He glared at the first person who looked in his direction, went directly to the Tactical console and began running a systems check. His unruly hair fell across his face, and his heavily tattooed hands moved across the console with practiced ease. He didn’t speak, didn’t acknowledge anyone else on the bridge, and the established crew members seemed to turn their backs to the wild-haired man just a bit more when he came in.

Kane, Tac / Med

Ricky then noticed the tattooed man at tactical with the nearly unruly hair. The man intregued him so after speaking with Mwezi he made his way to Kane. “I’m Lieutenant English and you are? He asked holding his hand out for a shake.”

Lt - Ricky English - COMMS

Mwezi

Kane didn’t look up but said curtly “Busy.” and kept tapping at the console, ignoring the offered hand. While he was dressed in a Starfleet uniform, and the pips of a Junior Grade Lieutenant, the man had none of the proper manners or appearance of such. Indeed, he was standing at the tactical station but wore the blue uniform of Science and Medical. Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t just his hands that were tattooed. Most of the visible flesh below his jaw law seemed to be covered in a random assortment of colors and images. His ear lobes were scarred, possible from old piercings. And his long hair was unkept and fell down, hiding his face from the Lieutenant’s view.

Kane, Tac / Med

While Ricky was wearing an officially sanctioned uniform he noted that Kane was not. Ricky decided that it was not his place to question the appearance of other officers on the bridge, he figured that he will leave it to the XO or Captain. “Noting the tattoos on the mans neck and jaw Ricky tried to imagine just how far the tattoos went. For some reason it intrigued him.

Taking back his hand without a proper greeting he decided that he will try his luck again with the man another time. Kane just looked to be too preoccupied.

He then made his way down to the main area of the bridge where the XO and Captain sat. “Well Sir. Is there somewhere else you would like to show me.” He asked the Commander.

Lt - Ricky English - COMMS

“Chris was smiling at Rickys interaction with the crew. “They are all good people. You can count on them for anything....even Kane. We will now go to the lounge to get food and drinks. Then off to sickbay so you know where that is.” With that Chris turned and went to the turbolift.

Chris

Without looking up, Kane mumbled “Leave me out of it… whatever ‘it’ is.”

Kane, Tac/Med

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