Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vora Zorell (Scientist) in Black Rock- A Reunion of Friends

Posted by Captain Johann Dvorak (CO) in Black Rock- A Reunion of Friends

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vora Zorell (Scientist) in Black Rock- A Reunion of Friends
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“You’re right. Let’s do it right now.“

“Now?” she asked.

“Now.”

Johann abruptly turned around, and started walking deeper into Black Rock instead of where the Europa was docked. His pace increased.

“Hey, where are you going?” Vora said with a bit of bewilderment.

“I don’t want any dumb computer communication crap to screw this up. We’ll do it right at the office right now.”

– Johann Dvorak, CO

She laughed and moved to catch up with Johann, her long legs not taking too much effort to close the distance. “Hey, why waste a perfectly good opportunity, right?”

Lt. (j.g) Zorell, Sciences

“Right.”

He walked into the nearest turbolift, and after pausing briefly to hold the door for Vora, stated their destination.

=/\= Main Ops. =/\=

The lift seemed to pause for a moment before deciding to move, but move it did. Upward through Port Mountain they went. It seemed like an especially long elevator trip.

“Have you been up here before?” he asked as the lights in the lift indicated they were still moving upward.

– Johann Dvorak, CO

“No, actually. Typically we’re not here long enough to do more than visit the commercial decks. Except of course, the security wing. Been there,” Vora said with a slightly less full grin, but it was still there.

Lt. (j.g) Zorell, Sciences

“This is the most phallic place in Star-Fleet,” he said quietly. “And I don’t just mean how it sits at the head of a unique geological feature. The staff besides the actual commanders would all grow a foot taller if they took sildenafil.”

The doors parted, revealing a large room with a dramatic window that provided a stunning view of the station and the asteroid below. The opposing wall had a large depiction of the Black Fleet logo, followed by a status display of all ships in the area of operations. Starfleet personnel with yellow and red shirts were manning consoles and supervising all sorts of operations. The center of the room had three command chairs, two of which were empty. The third was occupied by a civilian, who was busy monitoring station operations.

Johann walked over to one of the Starfleet stations that was marked “Fleet Personnel Administration.” It was manned by a particularly inattentive Ensign with a red shirt, who seemed to be particularly invested in whatever was on his PADD that he was hunched over.

A moment noticeably passed.

“Hello, Ensign,” Johann said.

“Wha?” A startled look, which passed quickly back into non-chalance. “Oh. Civilians are on the other side.”

“We’re not civilians.” An understandable mistake, given their current clothing.

“You’re not?”

Johann rolled his “eyes”, and the Ensign then realized who the man in front of him was, knowing Captain Dvorak only by reputation.

“Oh sh- uh, sorry. Sir. What can I do for you, Captain?”

“I want to use some of my leave time in a few months. You can help me do that.”

“Uhh, sure, yeah. Here, let me pull up your thing and then you can pick some Stardates.” The Ensign finally put the PADD down and started typing on the console…

— Johann Dvorak, CO