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Post Sim: CNS- K'sang's checkin after Meeting

Posted Aug. 5, 2020, 9:51 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade K'sang Duras (Chief Science Officer) (Dustin Smith)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Zef Rollo (Counselor) in Post Sim: CNS- K’sang’s checkin after Meeting

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade K’sang Duras (Chief Science Officer) in Post Sim: CNS- K’sang’s checkin after Meeting

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Zef Rollo (Counselor) in Post Sim: CNS- K’sang’s checkin after Meeting
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K’sang paused to take a breath before signaling he had arrived at Rollo’s office, the thought of being put on the spot for something beyond his control made his skin itch “Iumbe’ tlhInganpu’, batlhqelDI’ tlhIngan, lumbe’.” He grumbled before entering yet another spiders lair, bent on peeling away his skill to see what fell out. Star Fleet was a strange place at times, stories of their strength in battle were well known. Yet, he could not grasp why at the same time many spent far too much time talking instead of simply acting.

-K’sang, CSO

Dave was absent, having taken the afternoon off for a headache, so Zef was alone in the office. She’d left the inner door open between reception and her work area in order to hear the chime when one of her appointments rang. =/\=Computer, open door to corridor.=/\= She heard it comply. “Lt K’Sang, I’m in here.” She called out from where she sat at her desk.

—Rollo, CNS

Shortly after the Klingon poked his head in, “Have the time for that eval?” K’sang raised his eyebrow regarding her as he waited to be seated.

-K’sang, CSO

Zef rose from the desk when he came in and smiled. She’d always enjoyed Klingons with their rough looks and manners. She found them refreshing in a society that was overly thoughtful and proper.

“Lt K’sang, come in. I’ve been expecting you.” She gestured to the sitting area, directing him there even though she believed he’d rather sit across the desk from her. What visitors never thought of was how many hours she sat at her desk working. Changing to a deeply cushioned chair or the couch was a reprieve for her body.

Unsure what Klingon items might be programmed into the replicator, Zef didn’t offer a refreshment—also, being overly polite wasn’t something K’sang’s people appreciated. She waited for him to sit before choosing a spot for herself.

—Rollo, CNS

“If it’d be alright, I’d prefer to stand” K’sang replied cupping his hands behind his back. “This department head position has me sitting idle far too much to my liking.. I might have the chairs removed from my office and use taller tables to promote brisk conversation.” Eyeing the chair he glanced back at Rollo, “Don’t worry about waiting for me. If you need to take a load off, that’s what needs to be done.”

K’sang, CSO

“Of course, suit yourself.” Zef took a seat on one corner of the couch. The energy in the office had changed the moment K’sang entered. Klingons were a large, warrior race and even though they might be contained by Star Fleet rules and regulations, they still carried their history and ideology with them. Some people filled a room with their presence and Klingons were like that to Zef.

“Are you settling in well? Are you having any issues?”

—Rollo, CNS

“No, not particularly.” The Klingon replied taking notes of features of the room, “Little things would only serve as a mild inconvenience, as long as my department already has a good synergy. I’d prefer to leave it existing as it is for the most part.”

K’sang, CSO

“Don’t fix it if it isn’t broken—I believe that’s a Terran phrase and good advice.” She crossed her legs which turned her body a bit more in line with the Lt. “I must admit to a certain curiosity about what made you choose science instead of security. Most Klingons I’ve served with were in security, so you are a bit of an anomaly for me.”

—Rollo, CNS

“It comes down to necessity over ambition. Unlike most cadets my training did not take place on earth, on DS7 there really wasn’t a need for another Security officer. What they needed was a different perspective. So began my work in fundamental science, given my experience in handling wildlife I naturally gravitated toward Xenobiology in particular.” He shrugged, “Its not as if I’d turn down the position if it presented itself, but my personal glory will come in its own time. For now, its my duty to fill the role that’s expected of me. Be basic medical assistance, security enforcement, or scientific research. It doesn’t really matter as to what i’m assigned, what matters is that every member of the crew has a responsibility to perform their assignment to the best of their ability. I suppose you could call it a solders mentality.”

K’sang, CSO

That was the most eloquent explanation Zef had ever heard from a Klingon. Perhaps Lt K’sang was going to turn out to be a pleasant surprise for the crew of the Manhattan. “Well said.” She smiled up at the warrior. “Tell me, what is your general opinion about humans?” A simple question perhaps, but his answer would clue her in on a lot, possibly.

—Rollo, CNS

“Its common knowledge on my home world that humans are weak, faceless, cowards who spread their lies of peace across the galaxy… but that is both short sighted and ignorant.” K’sang paused to think about the question, “Unpredictable… Even when you think you’ve seen it all, leave it to a human to come up with something nobody else would have ever thought of. Most humans I’ve delt with tend to be honorable and strive to their word.. There are a few as well who’d fit the description I first learned on Qo’noS. I’d guess for puj nuvpu’, humans aren’t so bad.” Could the Klingon have made a joke?

K’sang, CSO

“‘Weak people?’ Yes, that sounds right in your people’s opinion.” Zef felt a little uncomfortable sitting while K’sang stood, especially since he was such a large male, but she kept her place. “I’m glad you have a broader understanding and acceptance. I’ve noted the same thing about them that you mentioned. They are natural ‘outside the box’ thinkers. Facts and expectations don’t necessarily bog them down in certain situations.”

She stood and a hand reached for her temple quickly as pain pierced her head. She squeezed her eyes shut and froze for a moment.

—Rollo, CNS

K’sang regarded her carefully for a moment before responding, his voice taking on an authoritative tone, “Sit down…” K’sang moved across the room surprisingly quickly to offer a hand, “When was the last time you had something to drink?”

K’sang, CSO

She did as he bid and sat back down. “I’ve had normal liquid input today, so I’m not dehydrated if that’s what you’re thinking.” Her hand moved from her temple to cover her eyes. =/\=Computer, lights at 10%.=/\= The room darkened immediately and Zef sighed with relief, letting her hand drop to her lap. “I’m sorry, Lt. I’m usually alone when this happens. Its a condition called met’ak on my planet.” The blush of her lips paled a bit. Since her complexion was more than alabaster, it was difficult to tell if she was ashen or not, but the lips losing color was a give away.

“Humans have something similar—cluster headaches, but from what I understand, they don’t lose their sight during the episode.” That was her way of telling him that she was temporarily blind. Zef held herself tightly, her posture, the hands clasped in her lap and the avoidance of moving her head even one degree. “I’m sorry to cut our meeting short, but I just need to sit here or lie down until it passes. It shouldn’t be more than twenty minutes or so.” She stared straight ahead, seeing nothing, trying to wish the pain away no matter how lame that idea was.

“I’ll clear you for duty as soon as I can see my computer.”

—Rollo, CNS

“Pah, don’t talk like a Pa’taq. I’m not a doctor, but I spend most of my time with living creatures. Until you can get back to work, it would be a dishonor to both of us to leave you unattended.” The Klingon stepped away for a moment, his voice coming from another part of her office. “Does your species interact well with particular scents or a warm compress to expand blood vessels?” His voice was calm as though his intention was to keep her from sitting alone in complete darkness.

-K’sang, CSO

In too much pain to continue conversing, Zef made a sound like a soft ‘hmpf’. “Ice…base of the skull.” She said in answer to his question about scents and warm compresses. Whether he would act on the information, she couldn’t say, but she wasn’t going to move until most of the pain passed from her head. She felt awful that the met’ak had hit during a session. Worse because it happened during a session with a Klingon who was all about strength and was against weakness of any kind. And surely, he would see this as an obvious weakness.

Zef could hear his voice and so could estimate his location in the room, but she couldn’t see him even if she DID open her eyes. She sat completely motionless, while every now and then a tear slipped from beneath the white lashes and slid unhindered down her cheeks to fall on the chest of her uniform.

—Rollo, CNS

Zef could hear the soft whir of a replicator for a moment before the Klingon returned to her side, gently he turned her hand upward to place a cooling gel pack in her palm. It was neatly wrapped in cloth to prevent further discomfort. “As long as your hands remain unbroken, you will make good use of them.” He said as she heard foot falls walking toward the entry way, stopping. He lowered himself to his knees. “Rest assured, I will not look upon you as you are now.”
K’sang took a deep breath and stared directly at the door. His back remaining to her…

K’sang, CSO


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