Posted June 3, 2022, 11:56 a.m. by Commander Nivor Rhansi (aCO/Executive Officer) (Nathan Miller)
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“I relieve you, sir,” Commander Nivor Rhansi, now acting commanding officer, Starfleet vessel Leviathan intoned the official words.“I stand relieved,” Captain Conrad Mackenzie, former commanding officer, Starfleet vessel Leviathan completed the ceremony. Nivor placed a fist over his heart and extended his hand. Mackenzie shook it, then glanced around the confines of the ready room. “Take care of her,” he said simply. “And her crew.”
“I will,” Nivor responded, releasing the man’s grip. “And you… don’t let the brass push you around too much.” Mackenzie nodded, took one last look around and walked through the doors, off to whatever assignment the ARU or whatever branch of Starfleet was calling him away. Rhansi sighed, leaning against the desk. He was only nominally in command; the ship was docked at the ARU Starbase, offloading anomalies for containment and research in the secret facility. They would be here for two weeks, the crew getting some deserved R&R (even for a secret facility, it still had first-class amenities), at the end of which the new CO should hopefully have arrived.
Nivor sucked a deep breath across his breathers and then rose, circling around the desk.
“Computer, open a channel to Foremost Fleet Command. It’s time to report in,” he ended with a mutter.
aCO Rhansi
The channel opened fairly quickly, almost as if the person in the other side was awaiting the call. The woman who appeared on screen wore the uniform of a starfleet rear admiral, a pair of fuzzy black panda ears on a headband over her hair and an expression that could sour milk.
“Commander Rhansi, good morning.” She said sternly. “I’m going to start this conversation very frankly, I do not approve of having the strange anomalies dealt with in any part of a fleet under my command. Tell me these things are well contained and I’m not going to have to worry about some NE getting themselves possessed by a weird necklace they happen to pick up.”
RAdmir Reilly
FCommRhansi steeled his expression as he tapped the admiral’s name on the transmission screen. “Admiral Reilly,” he responded, nodding slightly. Her Starfleet profile appeared, confirming his recollection that she was human. He dismissed the profile, glanced briefly at the ears atop her head before continuing; humans always found new ways to surprise him.
“These… things are well contained,” the Barzan continued, answering the . “There are more transporter accidents across the fleet annually than there are anomaly containment breaches in the ARU.”
“I cannot guarantee the latter. But,” he raised his right hand, attempting to cut off any argument he knew may be coming, “neither can any other ship guarantee one of their crew would not put on said necklace. In fact, Admiral” he paused briefly, considering. “The training ARU crewmembers receives on anomalies makes them less likely to put on a random necklace.”
He leaned back, elbows on the arm rests of the chair, hands laced across his stomach. “Is that sufficient?”
XO Rhansi
“It will suffice for now yes. But I still don’t like it. And I don’t appreciate ARU people rampaging through my office and all of this cloak and dagger nonsense. Now, until the bloody red tape is sorted you and your crew are to return to Starbase and dispose of your cargo there. Get some R&R and wait for debriefing.” As she spoke her tone became more and more irritated and the Scottish accent she spoke with more and more pronounced. Behind her, off camera came an alright smashing noise, she stood up. “Oh fir goodness sakes. Whit did I say about the fish tank!”
RAdmir Reilly
FComm
Nivor watched the screen with a bemused expression. He spoke and understood Federation Standard well, so had translations turned off for him in his UT profile, and the thickening accent was unique. “Sounds like you have your hands full with an anomaly of your own, Admiral,” he chuckled. “I’ll be reviewing personnel records and requesting some new officers soon - our chief engineer and head of security have both received transfer orders. I’ll put those in with your staffing officers. Did you have anything else for me?”
XO Rhansi
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