Posted by Captain Th’elin Zarath (Commanding Officer) in Captain’s Quarters
Th’elin manually lowered the lighting level in his quarters to dim as he stepped inside. His suite was larger than most of the standard crew quarters, but only slightly. It was sparsely furnished, but decorated moderately in greys and blues. He sank into a sitting position on one side of his bunk, tension headache beginning to fade ever so slightly now that he was away from the bright lights of the Sentinel’s bridge and corridors. His eyes went to rest on the small clan insignia that hung above the entry door, and then to the pair of Ushaan-tor mounted on a plaque on the adjoining bulkhead. They were not ornamental, they were the real thing. They’d been used in combat only once, but they were sharp and ready to be used again, should honor ever demand such a thing. He hoped it wouldn’t. Antennae curled and swayed as he tried not to think about his homeworld and the family he’d left there. Andorian’s lived and existed in large yet tight-knit family units, and Th’elin was no exception.

To halt this descent into memory, he forced himself to make a note in his log to visit Doctor Hudson about the headaches. He’d have to find some way to function without the brightness bothering his eyes so much. Humans were such odd creatures… He thought silently. He found them so wildly different than his own people, but also the similarities were bothersome. It was strange to him that some breeds of humans did in fact live in clan-based societies, similar to Andorians. Some though… Some were just odd. Loners. He was reminded of his First Officer. Cerny was definitely a loner, but the man had stuck with him throughout the last few years. There was an undeniable loyalty there, and he knew he’d trust Cerny unconditionally in their new roles as the command staff of the Sentinel. Sometimes, Th’elin thought he could sense that same loyalty and friendship in the others. However, they were too new. Doc was one, the man was downright bitter sometimes, but he seemed the same ilk as Cerny. T’pria, he wasn’t sure what to make of just yet. His people didn’t get on very well with Vulcans, and would’ve been at war with Vulcan probably indefinitely had not the Humans stepped in and proved they were just as good at diplomacy as they were causing trouble in the alpha quadrant. He’d tried hard to put aside this bias, and in fact, had asked for T’pria personally in hopes of forging some sort of working relationship that might grow the both of them. That was a long thread though, and who knew where it’d lead once it began to unravel.

Again, his eyes went to the Ushaan-tor on the wall. Certainly, he’d picked a fine crew. No Starship Captain could ask for better… They were talented and dedicated. They were fresh-faced and not yet jaded from the years of duty and service. He put a hand to his head, and then the other, rubbing his temples as his antennae curled and quested about, trying to allay the tension in his head. Would this crew stand for each other? Die for each other? As Cerny had already proved that he would? Time would tell, but the hope rose in him that it was the truth.

-Zarath, CO

She was standing outside his quarters with a tray in her hands. Amber had been on the bridge for most of the day, herself, and had noticed the CO hadn’t left to take a single break and only went to the briefing room a couple times to refill his drink. The tray was covered but had a couple plates of things she couldn’t pronounce but was assured they were decent Andorian faire.

She lifted her hand and chimed for entrance. She was still in her uniform, despite the lateness of the hour. She wasn’t sure how he would take her showing up in off duty clothes in the middle of the evening unannounced. At least this way, she could drop and run if he seemed off put by her bravado.

Ens Amber Josen
Comms Officer