Posted by Captain Ael Aihia (Commanding Officer) in [Pre-Sim] Checking in with the CO

Posted by Commander Maxwell Saunders (Executive Officer) in [Pre-Sim] Checking in with the CO

Posted by Captain Ael Aihia (Commanding Officer) in [Pre-Sim] Checking in with the CO
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As he reached his quarters he set aside his bags with his personal belongings and shuffled through one of them for a comb. He walked over to the washroom and set it on the sink and turned the faucet on to wet his hands, running it through is hair afterwards. He then dried it a bit and took his comb through it, swooping it all to one side. The last thing he wanted to do today was look disheveled in front of the Commanding Officer for his new assignment as XO. He’d be damned if he was going to let that happen. Being part Betazoid he always had strong emotions and felt no reason to hide them, though for certain emotions and in certain situations he had gotten better over time through his career to not bring attention to them. Once he felt that his uniform and appearance was in order it was a short trip to the CO’s Office. He never felt a reason to look up a Commander’s record before meeting them in order to form his own opinion about them before seeing their accomplishments and/or misdeeds. His intentions for such a thing were always to establish a trust or at least an understanding of who the person was and to not let anything influence that factor beforehand. Before he knew it he was already in front of the door. He shook his hands loose and exhaled for an extended moment before he depressed the chime on the door.

Maxwell Saunders (Oncoming XO)

What Saunders would find beyond those doors would be no ordinary Captian. Not only was she a Romulan, but she also had her fair share of reprimands and demotions under her belt. She was a risktaker, she had been ever since she was a child, and it showed in every accent upon her scar laden body. Almost seconds after he had pressed the chime, the door hissed open in basic obedience to the request. Before him, rested a large ready room, with two basic levels. The first was the formal level, where a mainframe console rested at the back, a large desk situated before it, two chairs placed in front of the desk. The second level, accessible on two sides, one behind the Captain’s desk, and the other beside the entering door, was two steps from the first level, where a long couch was situated against an immense window, a single coffee table resting as its companion, where several artifacts already began to indicate who this Captian was.

Situated in front of the mainframe, her back fully turned to Saunders, an immense woman stood leaning against her desk, as she studied one of the many panels lining the back wall. It took her a few moments to register the door had opened, Maxwell entering the room subsequently, her attention diverted to Saunders only seconds after she heard his footsteps. Intense grey eyes scrutinized his figure, upturned eyebrows and pointed ears a tell-tale sign of her species, but nothing was more telling than the light ‘v’ upon her forehead. “Commander Saunders,” When she spoke, her voice was significantly deeper than most women. “Welcome to the Dauntless– I am Captain Ael Aihia.”

Captn. Aihia
CO

Curiosity immediately stuck him as his gaze drifted all across the room before the Captain spoke up. ‘What a grand room ..’ he couldn’t help but think incredibly impressed at the architecture that this ship held. He wanted to take in all the details, from the intricate artifacts to the small wisp of steam that crisped the edge of the cup of coffee. Surely this wouldn’t be the last he’d see of this room, but it was impressive none the less. He could easily feel the cold, suspicious, analyzing stare from the Captain. Naturally it was to be expected, even more so since he was new and she probably did not know much about himself aside from what was in his records. He only knew bits and pieces of the Romulan language, mostly just from bits that he had seen or learned from the few willing to teach. It was nowhere to hold a conversation, but he could at least manage to recognize a few phrases. “Shaoi kon (Formal greeting - Inferior to Superior), Captain. I’m excited to be here on this incredible ship of yours.” He patiently waited inside the doorway, waiting her permission to enter. He hadn’t counted on the door just opening up and on a personal level he felt it to be rather rude to just enter someone’s room without their permission.

Maxwell Saunders (Oncoming XO)

“Shaoi ben, erei’Riov (respective greeting, Commander).” The Romulan dialect sounded natural upon the tongue of a woman whose thick, laced accent bore a sharp resemblance to the first Romulan language. “Please, come have a seat.” She gestured with dark hand, coming around to find her way to the replicator. “Would you like something to drink, Commander?” She inquired. If anyone watched her closely enough, they would find her movements to hardly match her tongue. They were concise but not mechanical, almost as if she walked with leisure freedom, a truly odd notion for a Romulan woman.

“The Dauntless, most certainly, is an intriguing vessel. It operates as a battle cruiser and transport vessel, working for both diplomatic and battle forces.” She explained, briefly. Aihia held a certain pride for her ship, one she had been in command of for the past year and a half. It was her pride and joy, in many senses of the word. Although, she held greater respect for her crew than the ship they inhabited.

Captn. Aihia
CO

He nodded in agreement, whether with her statement that it was a diplomatic and battle vessel, for the drink, or from the pride that she had for the ship, no one could quite tell. “A drink would be nice Captain, I trust your judgement of course.” He said as he headed up the steps towards the chairs in front of her desk. It was a rather round about way to have her surprise him with something of her decision, but he was always welcoming to trying new experiences and things more so than most people. Maybe it was because of his open nature or curiosity. He couldn’t quite tell, but he always enjoyed the experiences even if they were terrible ones.

The ship was something he actually looked up and it was definitely a powerful ship with extensive diplomatic missions and modules in place. It was probably one of the safest, yet most dangerous places to be. “Diplomacy can be a fickle thing with a ship like this .. they say to keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. What better place than a Battlecruiser?” He politely stood next to the chair, waiting for the Captain to return as he continued to admire the room and the view.

Maxwell Saunders (Oncoming XO)