LtCmdr. Dakora - Salt, Sand and Sun
Travis
(([What’s left of the] Intel Chief’s Office - Deck 08 - USS Artemis-A))
Talos set the PADD he’d been referencing aside and rubbed his right temple therapeutically. The repair crewman chose that moment to activate some kind of impressively loud, power-actuated tool in the Intel Suite proper.
Repair crews had been hard at work undoing what the Suliban had done– which was great– but it didn’t make for the most peaceful working environment.
As if to underscore this point, one of the workers raised a large wrecking hammer and brought it down on some piece of stuck debris with a resonating CLANG that made Talos’ teeth feel funny.
All of this might not have been so bad if his office still had a door, but the Suliban explosive device had blown away both it and the majority of one of his office walls, providing him with a front-row view of the repair efforts.
He looked back to the pile of work on his disheveled desk, noting that he’d managed to get through all of the work MacKenzie had assigned him, leaving only his own backlog.
Dakora: oO That’s about enough of that… Oo
He rose from his chair and began to make his way through the construction zone towards something that would be a little more fun.
((Y’rabba Beach- Huiz-kah Island - Cait))
The transporter beam re-assembled Talos’ atoms right in the middle of a long, gorgeous stretch of white-sand beach. He turned in a full circle, the longboard tucked under his arm catching the strong ocean breeze as he did.
Inland, he could see the first row of buildings that made up the small island city of Y’rabba, but as he stared down the long stretch of beach, he was taken aback by both its beauty AND how sparsely populated it was.
It seemed the travel guides he’d poured over back on the ship hadn’t been wrong about the majority of Caitians having a strong distaste for the water. He directed his gaze out toward the surf, where a long jetty jutted out into the ocean to shield part of the beach. On the other side, heaving, waves broke just a short paddle out from the shore. A grin formed on his face.
Dakora: oO Whoa… Oo
He quickly laid out a beach towel, set his backpack on it, and stripped off his blue-and-orange printed Hawaiian shirt. He went against his Betazoid heritage and opted to keep his dark grey board shorts ON this time.
As he grabbed his board and began moving toward the beach, he heard the tell-tale sizzling-chime sound of someone beaming in behind him.
He turned to face the new arrival.
Dakora: Hey!? ::He beamed.:: I wasn’t sure if anyone was going to take me up on the invite I put out on the Shipnet. You here to surf or just enjoy the beach?
Any: Response?
Still grinning, he gestured broadly to the shoreline, ending with his hand pointed directly at the sizable waves crashing in the distance.
Dakora: This beach is gorgeous and the waves are prime. It’s gonna be great!
Any: Response?
TAG/TBC
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LtCmdr. Talos Dakora
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Artemis-A
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