Posted by Civilian Kara Nakuto (Civilian, Former CO) in A lonely terminal - Nakuto makes a call to McHarrie
She had deliberately sought out a terminal on a lower deck, not so deep into the bowels of the ship that power was restricted, but distant enough to shield her conversation from unwanted attention.

It had been well over a year since Nakuto had spoken to her former CMO. The amiable Welshman’s own tenure on the Viking had been marked by tragedy from the moment he stepped onboard - a dear friend and colleague being murdered by a rogue transporter; and also chaos with the arrival of his uncle…no, father, in a plot orchestrated by Section 31, the intentions for which still unknown to the ship’s former Captain.

Her stomach knotted with apprehension at the task ahead of her, his reaction to seeing again that once-familiar, half-Klingon face impossible to predict. Would he welcome such a stark reminder of that bleak chapter in his life? Or run from it in turmoil at the memories she roused within him?

It had taken Kara a long time to track down John’s whereabouts. Her skills as an engineer and patience as a Captain combined paid off. It was clear that John didn’t want to be found. Whilst a specific location was not available, Kara had located enough to track him to a remote sector on the Romulan edge of the neutral zone…

There was only one way to find out and so, as Kara waited to be joined by Peter Sigmundsson, she occupied her trembling hands with the firing up of the terminal, its green, aurora-like glow the room’s only illumination.

Kara Nakuto

There was quite a bit of static on the image that appeared. The outline of a figure with his back to the display could be made out in a cabin that looked small enough to be a runabout.

“Now then, James, my old friend, I wonderred how long it’d take you to track me down,” the figure said. Whilst the man could not be made out on the image, he clearly did not possess John’s distinctive welsh accent.

“That should do it,” he said as the image came into focus and the thin figure spun around on his chair to face the screen. The information overlay on Kara’s terminal would identify the man as Lt. Commander Matthew Grimshaw and annotated it with the fact that he was a convicted spy that had escaped custody aboard the USS Swift.

“And… I should have known that he wouldn’t do his own dirty work,” Grimshaw said not even attempting to hide the dissapointment in his voice, “But, I must admit to being more than a little surprised he’d trust a… well you know?.. A you.”

Grimshaw leaned back in his chair, wonderring just how far he could push his caller before she would hang up.

“You know what I think? I think he chose you cos he thought a Klingon would be able to scare me in to giving in. He should know me better than that. Ofcourse he’s hated so much in the Empire, a true Klingon would just kill him. So he had to make do with a half-breed like yourself. You are a half-breed and not just some dishonoured exile that happens to be deformed, aren’t you?”

-Junior