Captain Ryhl Th'shriathik: Distractions

[Mark P]

(( Conference Room 04-118, Deck 4, Deep Space 14 ))

Rouiancet had received her pip, and Rhyl had used the opportunity of all the gathered captains to delve into an impromptu intelligence ‘care and share’ around Zet activities in the Kissoben Reach. It wouldn't be long until he'd be able to get back to the 'seahorse' as his human crew affectionately called their Chariot-class ship, and he could continue his investigation.

Alas, as was often the case with most non-Andorian captains, they wanted to steer the conversation away from a somewhat grim topic. 

Fletcher: Come on now, enough of this.  We can talk shop some other time.  For now, let’s focus on the good.  I propose a toast. 

While Lia's promotion was indeed something to celebrate, he’d thought Frontier Day would have been enough of a violent wake up call to treat any and every threat as priority one. He did his best to force his facial features into alignment with the others, but worried about the team. Since that day, he’d doubled the daily drills with his own crew, each attempt improving response times by a sliver.

An errant memory crossed his mind, a professor from decades ago, who had spoken about those who perpetually find enemies will eventually misperceive them everywhere. He mentally batted the thought away, and instead poured him and some others a drink. As he did, he wondered what Jnaxlo was whispering to the captain.

Fletcher: To Lia.  To the OEB.  And to the Flotilla.  Here’s to us all. 

Kruwii: I can drink to that!

Rhyl: To all of us. ::downing the glass::

[End for Rhyl]

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Ryhl Th'shriathik

Captain

USS Pilgrim

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