Posted Feb. 16, 2020, 8:56 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Chief of Security) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Chief of Security) in The Royal Suite: a Captany kinda visit
Posted by Captain Dante Knight (Commanding Officer) in The Royal Suite: a Captany kinda visit
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Chief of Security) in The Royal Suite: a Captany kinda visit
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It was late, and Dante walked quietly down the corridor towards Sinclairs quarters. He had no reason to walk quietly, although having a new baby in his life may well have given reason for his caution.Stopping outside his destination, Dante looked both ways down the corridor, adjusted the bulge under his jacket, and rang the chime.
Captain Knight, CO
A few moments passed and the then the door slid open. The big Scottish Counselor stood in the door wearing a pair of gray shorts and a red t-shirt with a faded Star Fleet Academy logo on the front. Looking out, a puzzled expression crossed his face. “Aye? Oh, Captain. Come in, please.” and he stepped to the side.
The room was lit well, Sinclsir obviously hadn’t been sleeping. All around the room were models of various ships; some space vessels, other old nautical ones. A glass with a small amount of a brownish liquid sat on the low table in front of the couch, and an actual book lay splayed open and face down next to it. The title read ‘Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep’.
Motioning to a chair facing the couch, Royal said “Please, have a seat Captain. What can I do for you?”, a note of interest and concern in his voice.
Sinclair, CNS
Dante nodded his thanks and sat down, unzipping his tunic and pulling out a bottle of whiskey, setting it down on the small table in front of the couch. “First, Commander, you can fetch two glasses and drink some of this with me.” He told the man, not waiting for him and undoing the cap immediately. It was a top of the line bottle of booze, but Dante showed no reverence for it in that moment, it was going to serve a purpose.
Royal smiled and said “Well, if you insist, Captain.” and went and retrieved two glasses. Set them on the table, one on each side, and took a seat on the couch facing Knight.
“I swear, Counselor, I love my wife and child more than I love anything else in this universe, but if Natasha barks at me one more time about chewing too loud, swallowing coffee too loud or typing on my console too loud when Oscar is sleeping, I’m going to,” here, Dante paused for a second, and then smirked. “Tell her I’m sorry and that I love her, then chew, drink and type quieter, and mean it.” He looked up at Sinclair and raised the bottle, ready to pour.
Captain Knight, CO
Sinclair nodded and moved his glass closer to the raised bottle as he said “Probably the safest avenue to take, knowing her. And I haven’t had a chance to say so, but congratulations. I hear Oscar is quite the cute one. Thank the heavens he takes after his mother in that arena.” and he gave the Captain a grin.
Taking the glass, he leaned back and looked at Knight directly. “But I imagine that you didnt come here for me to reassure you on your choice of familial tactics. And I sincerely doubt you need help disposing of this fine libation. So what brings you by at this hour, sir?”
Sinclair, CNS
=/\= Dante=/\= his comm badge buzzed with his wife’s voice in the other end =/\= on your way home stop in sick bay and bring the tube of Desitin. It’s on the shelf next to that picture of us. Not the blue bottle but the white tube =/\=. A click indicated she finished with the conversation and did. It need a reply.
Lt Natasha Knight (sure you can go out. I don’t mind). CMO
Dante’s hand had been half way to his comm badge to reply when the call had clicked off, he paused, and instead of tapping the comm his hand instead moved to the glass and he sat back and relaxed a little. “Yes dear,” he said to nobody in particular and took a sip, then looked at the counselor again. “How about a career change?” Dante opened, shooting straight for the topic that he had used as an excuse to escape his quarters. “I find my Ship in need of a Chief of Security more than I need a Counselor, and a Security Chief that is a Counselor is probably better again. Interested in getting back to some real work?” Dante’s face was straight, so it was almost impossible to tell whether the last comment was serious or in jest.
Captain Knight, CO
Sinclair paused mid-sip and looked at the Captain. Slowly finishing the in-progress drink and setting the glass down, he said “Seriously? I literally just got my PhD last week, and now you want me to go back to Security?” and the big Scit shook his head and looked at the floor for a few moments. Laughing softly, he looked up and said “I’ll do it. But only on one condition. You send me to Command School in the next six months. Deal?” and he raised his glass to seal the deal.
Sinclair, CoS
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