Posted by Lieutenant Kastarak (First Officer / Navigation Officer) in Main Sim: Senior Officers’ Banquet with Colonel Malone
After returning with all the gear and equipment for installing the Romulan cloaking tech on the Chernov, Kastarak organised a banquet in honour of the Vulcanophobic colleague of theirs, Colonel Malone. It was the way it had to be done, it was the way of Starfleet. From the large window in the senior officers’ mess, the strange landscape of Titan could be seen in the orangy haze. Visibility was not far, but enough to see small boulders. Large drops (about the size of pebbles) of hydrocarbons were raining down slowly. Due to the gravity and other conditions on Titan, rain fell about six times as slow as on Earth – about 160 centimetres per second. It was slow enough for the eye to follow the individual drops.

Kastarak had changed into mess uniform as per the rules and regulations. He anticipated soon the arrival of all the senior officers (OOC all of you lot) and the guest of honour, Colonel Malone, and, of course, the ship’s own captain, Christopher Taggart.

The table was set. A group of other crewmen would be serving later. They stood lined up by the door waiting, too, for the guests to arrive. Kastarak made a last occular inspection of them and of the room, and all looked well.

He then looked out the window again, mesmerized by the hypnotic nature of the rain.

– Lt Kastarak (XO)

Chris came in wearing his white dress uniform with all of his medals on it, Even the secret ones and a large box in his hand that might fit one price of clothing, about 4 inches tall by 20 inches in length and 30 inches wide. He put up a hand to stop Kastarak from saying the formalities. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly he began in a very somber tone. “I’m deeply sorry that you had to be in the same room as that vile man and that you have to ensure again now. Rest assured. The time will come for him to receive what is due to him. I didn’t hear anything from the others but I know the man enough to know that he might have said some bad words against the Vulcans and perhaps about myself. Me personally, I don’t care what someone like him has to say about me but I try to create a safe place for Vulcans on this ship and it deeply troubles me what he thinks of beings like you and other beings as well. He has a very hateful dislike for Vulcans especially and I haven’t figured it out yet.”

Handing Kastarak the box. “This is for you Number One. I know that you are too good a being to say what you really want towards him. So I figured you can show it to him instead. This is not only well deserved on your part, but it will nettle him to the bone. With me around he might not be as arrogant as he knows that I’ll throw him out an airlock. Which I’ve done before to get him off the Chernov. He was wearing suit already so he would’ve been ok. Ok he might not have had the helmet secured yet but he’s still alive. So just be yourself around him and if you accidently lose control of either action or word, I’ll be there to sweep it under the rug or help you. You take care. I have to go meet our guest at the airlock. Go ahead and start getting the crew inside and start having the yowmen serve the drinks. It will piss him off that I didn’t wait until he got, which in turn is why I’m doing it because he’s always late and on purpose .”. He put up another hand to again stop formalities as he smiled and left.

I’m the box was a new mess jacket with all of Kastarak’s medals on it and Lieutenant Commander rank.

Captain Chris Taggart CO