Posted Oct. 15, 2020, 10:07 a.m. by Fleet Captain Ghubari Koraia (Captain) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Commander Jennifer Wallace (Executive Officer (Incoming)) in Ready Room - Wallace meets Koraia
Cmdr. Wallace stood before the ready room of her new captain with as little nervousness in her system as she could manage. She’d stopped by the Lounge after her conversation with Nightstalker and stood at the door, chime rung and two hot mugs in her hands. One for her, a steaming hot chocolate. The other for the Captain. Hopefully the hot chocolate would quiet her own gut and the other drink would put Ghubari in a better mood. Well, Jenn didn’t know what kind of a mood the Captain was in, but her former XO had just left so maybe she was in a slightly sadder mood. Or mad. She didn’t know. So, just in case… hot drink.
“Enter,” came a crisp alto voice with a heavily rolling accent.
When the door opened, Jenn stepped through and placed the drinks on the desk before giving the Captain a small salute. “Commander Jennifer Wallace, reporting for duty as executive officer, sir. It’s an honour to meet you.” Jennifer Wallace wasn’t a short woman, but at 5‘5” she wasn’t super tall either. Her face was heavily freckled, the kind of freckles that never go away no matter how old you might get, and her eyes were a bright, vibrant green. Her hair, a deep reddish brown, was neatly pulled back into a low bun, although several stray hairs had escaped the confines of the bun and were kinda floating along as she walked.
Cmdr. Jennifer Wallace, XO
Inside the spacious office space, Ghubari was at her desk off to the side of the room, not too far from the door. Two chairs sat in front of it for guests, while a sitting area with a sofa and coffee table sat in the back of the office along the windows that offered a wonderful view of space and wherever their locale might be. In this case, it was space and the traffic coming to and from around their berth at Starbase 157. There were a couple leafy larger potted plants in the sitting area, and smaller flowering plants were dotted strategically in places, including the set of selves opposite the desk where Ghubari kept her personal effects. There was an ebony wood masked, carved in a somewhat abstract manner, a carved statue of a couple entwined in an embrace and sitting on a rock (in a glossy finish of ebony wood), a small handwoven basket, a picture of Ghubari and an older woman (with even darker skin who resembled her) sitting on the steps of a small white washed house, and another photo of Ghubari and Konral taken at their impromptu wedding on the Athena.
Koraia studied the new arrival with keen observation and offered her a small smile as she rose to her feet. “Welcome aboard. At ease, Commander. And while I run a tight ship, I don’t require salutes.” She tapped her head with a couple fingers. “Being an empath generally means I know when people are sincere or not. For me, a salute doesn’t necessarily convey an abundance of respect.”
“And you brought me chai, I’m genuinely impressed.” She gestured with a dark hand. “Please have a seat and let’s get to know each other,” Ghubari said as she sat back down and pulled the mug towards herself, wrapping long fingers around its curves.
Fl. Captain Koraia, CO
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