Posted by Lieutenant Commander Jox Drunis (Chief Of Weapons Control) in PreSim - One Death Is A Tragedy, A Million Is A Statistic

Posted by Captain Purola (Incoming CO) (Commander/Chief Of Medical Control) in PreSim - One Death Is A Tragedy, A Million Is A Statistic

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Jox Drunis (Chief Of Weapons Control) in PreSim - One Death Is A Tragedy, A Million Is A Statistic
The newly arrived Chief of Weapons Control strode through the passageways of the IRW Rovarran, ahoulders back and head high. He was an imposing figure… broad-shouldered and muscular; but it was how he carried himself that made individuals move out of his way. He had an air of authority… physicality… inflexibility… and menace. Rumors about him had already made their way to the ship before him. He had tried to murder a previous Commanding Officer. He had shoved one of a pair of suspects into an airlock and then spaced them to force a confession from the other. He had ordered wave after wave of Security officers to attack the bridge of a Federation vessel, resulting the total loss of his personnel… but they took the ship.

As he stepped onto the bridge, he looked at each station individually; obviously judging the quality of the individual stationed at them. He then turned and walked to the door, pressing the call to inform the Commander of his arrival.

Drunis, CWpC

The voice of the Rovarran’s commanding officer called through the closed door a moment later “Enter”. The inside of the office was a fairly traditional office space for Romulan Commanders, with a desk with two chairs for guests, a low sofa for informal conversations in one corner, and a mostly empty bookcase in the other. She had clearly moved in recently as the bookcase was mostly empty although in one of the glass displays there was an older model medical kit with the hand scanner and hypospray next to it. The main oddity was the desk, it was not the standard Keldrak design but something brought in. Drunis would recognize the design as something used on older turn-of-the-century medical frigates that had been decommissioned in the last few decades.

Sitting behind the desk, leaning in her chair and reading something on her console was the ship’s Commander, a woman in her middle years nearing the end of her first century. Her hair was long and straight, a style that had not been popular on Romulus in decades not like the popular close cut and precision haircuts the modern Imperial Military used. She smiled politely as she looked up from her console “Centurion Drunis, welcome to the Rovarran” She indicated one of the chairs opposite her desk.

Commander Purola - CO

Drunis took in the office while focusing on the woman before him. “Commander Purola.” he said in way if acknowledging the officer. He took the seat she indicated and said “Congratulations, Commander, on your appointment. I look forward to serving you and the Empire here.”

Drunis, CWpC

Purola inclined her head in acknowledgment “And I you” She spoke softly with the calm the often followed experience “You have a most impressive record Centurion Drunis” She had to look up even when seated but did so only with her eyes “I can’t say I’m a fan of having a Major, inactive or otherwise, assigned to my ship but I suspect you’ll be worth it” She didn’t name the Tal’Shiar but the rank was enough, toeing the line of propriety “But I’m also less inclined to having the Senate involving themselves directly in fleet business so with that in mind consider yourself welcome” She smiled again “But that’s no matter for discussion, have you spent any time on a Keldrak Crusier before?” She asked.

Commander Purola - CO