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RTF Chief's Office - Nakuto calls a truce (of sorts)

Posted June 23, 2021, 3:06 p.m. by Commander Kara Nakuto (Consultant Researcher - Yellow (Engineering)) (Sharon Miller)

Posted by Chief Warrant Officer Kodek Vonn (RTF Commander) in RTF Chief’s Office - Nakuto calls a truce (of sorts)

Posted by Commander Kara Nakuto (Consultant Researcher - Yellow (Engineering)) in RTF Chief’s Office - Nakuto calls a truce (of sorts)

Posted by Chief Warrant Officer Kodek Vonn (RTF Commander) in RTF Chief’s Office - Nakuto calls a truce (of sorts)
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Their last meeting had not ended amicably. In fact Kara considered a Klingon B’aht Qui challenge to be more cordial than conversation with Vonn. But this time her call was not a social one. It was business. And by approaching the RTF Chief in their office as opposed to the more vulnerable location of their quarters, she hoped that the Breen officer might find it less difficult to address her as a fellow crewmember instead of a presumed enemy.

Still, as she pressed the chime she found her anxiety sufficient to wish that she had brought along her bat’leth.

  • Kara Nakuto (Consultant Researcher)

The door slid open silently to reveal the most spartan-looking office ever. A desk and two chairs in front of it. A very long rifle standing in the corner. And seated at the desk, hands flat on the desk and unmoving, was the Breen. There was no motion, no movement. As Nakuto came in the voice said “Commander. How may I be of assistance?” flatly and without emotion.

Vonn, RCO

Kara entered Vonn’s office as the ancient human might the proverbial lion’s den. It was a challenge that called to question decades of training and immersion into Klingon society, this attempt to adopt a more submissive demeanour. But it was of upmost importance that the RTF Chief hear Nakuto fully before casting her back onto the deck.

“I believe it is I who might be of assistance to you,” the half-Klingon replied, now clearing the doorway fully and standing to attention before the bare desk. “I have long admired the skill and precise training demonstrated by your agents, when engaged in battle with an anomaly. Our recent delivery to the base of several Abell-level entities was testament, I believe, to the talent, and the immense bravery, of your capture team.”

The unspoken ‘but’ was so glaring as to almost assume physical form.

“While at the starbase, I was tasked with overseeing the off and on-loading of anomalies. And while again I admired the courage and tenacity of the RTF officers involved, it appeared to me as if containment might be one area where your team could use some additional help. I have spent the past year on the Leviathan coming face to face with these anomalies, have made recommendations for, overseen construction of, even assisted in the application of, various forms of containment. And so I come to offer my own skills to yourself and to the RTF.”

  • Kara Nakuto (Consultant Researcher)

There was silence from the Breen for a long moment, then the voice said “Please sit.”

The half-Klingon shifted into the seat with an almost infinitesimal speed, as if one wrong move could trigger retaliatory movement from the other side of the desk.

Again there was silence, but the desk interface activated and files scrolled swiftly through the screen. Finally the voice spoke. “Current service aside… you have a history of insubordination and being led astray by your sibling. That pattern has lessened recently, true. So tell me why you want to join the RTF? Not why you feel you would be an asset… but why you want to be a part?”

Vonn, RCO

Her features illuminated at the mention of her sister, then plummeted to shadow with the question in its wake. Why did she wish to join the RTF? The self-identification of her corresponding skill-set was indeed a part of the reason. But there was also the other part. The part that would demand no less than the raw and unsanitised truth. What Kodek Vonn would do with that truth lay beyond her ability or her desire to control.

“Have you ever encountered a void, Chief Vonn?” she asked, knees drawing up underneath her chin as if the floor had suddenly become molten. “I do not refer to holes or gaps or other such spaces inbetween. But a void in its truest and most primal sense - an absence. Of life. Of time. Of existence.”
A pause as dark brown eyes locked on those shielded and unseen. And unreadable.

“It materialised first in a jefferies tube. Junction 37B. Directly across from the main sensor relay. Although I consider that detail a coincidence and nothing more. Clark went in first. Engineering officer. Young. Talented enough while remaining a team player. He was, and still is, a great loss. As was Majandra Guerin, my security chief and right-hand woman. And Akirel Ros, my…”

Words ceased on the threshold of her voice beginning to break, head bowed in a gesture of respect for fallen comrades and concealment for the threat of falling tears. When once again those eyes were lifted to the other’s mask, they would see a defiant fire beginning to kindle deep within.
“I was told, upon my return, that I had been lost within the void for an entire year. Although to me it had felt like mere seconds. And at other times like centuries. They tried to demand descriptions and assessments and data of my experience inside that endless abyss. But tell me, Chief Vonn, how does one find words adequate to describe the torturous infinity of nothing?”
She laughed. Dry and bereft of any trace of humour.

“Since me there have been others, too, who have escaped. Loki. And also Ros. But Majandra and Clark remain lost. Although I live in eternal hope.”

Her posture returned to attention, brown eyes now alight with determination.
“That, Chief Vonn, is why I wish to join the RTF. Because I have seen an anomaly from the inside out, have experienced, with every atom of my being, how the laws of nature and of science are perverted by its very existence. And until I gain an understanding of what these anomalies are, of where they come from and of what they want from each of us, then I will never truly escape the clutches of the abyss.”

  • Kara Nakuto (Consultant Researcher)

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