Lieutenant Anton Richards: Oh boy… Goals
Writer Guy
(( The Writer's Room, Deck 8, USS Octavia E. Butler ))
Sherlock: Barkeep, ale. Of the Romulan kind for me. And... ::gesturing to Richards::
Has there ever been an appropriate way for a grown man to order a chocolate milk? Following up a Romulan Ale seemed like a tall order.
Richards: One tall chocolate milk please!
It was a lot like ripping off a band-aid at this point, but it seemed to have worked in moving past that very common issue.
Koryan: Now Commander.
Anton glanced towards the “barkeep”.
Koryan: You know I can’t serve Romulan ale. It’s illegal.
Anton wasn’t overly familiar with the legality of the different spirits and ales. He did know that romulan ale was strong. Klingon-like strong.
Sherlock: Very well then. I'll take a whiskey, whatever you got on hand's fine.
Anton smiled towards the barkeep.
Richards: Thanks.
Koryan: Now that I can do. It’s good to see you again, though I don’t think we’ve had the opportunity to officially meet.
Sherlock: He's returning to the crew. Though, I think last time you saw them they were on the Thor, yes?
Anton didn’t recall Koryan, but he was happy to hear that they had served together before.
Richards: Thor would make sense, Anton Richards.
Koryan: A pleasure to meet you.
Koryan: I’ll have those out for you in a minute.
Aine gave Koryan a nod as the man set off to fill the drinks and then turned her attention back to Richards.
Sherlock: So, now that you're returning to service, any particular goals?
Oh boy… Goals.
Anton hadn’t spent a lot of his life focusing on “goals”. Most of his promotions came by surprise, and honestly he still kind of liked the ring of “Ensign Richards”. But those times have definitely past.
Richards: I hadn’t really given it much thought, why do you ask?
Sherlock: I've never really asked others about their career paths before. Not sure why, but given some of my responsibilities of late, I figure it's good to know.
Anton wondered what responsibilities he could mean, and he pondered for a moment.
Richards: How does Admiral Richards sound?
Anton chuckled. He thought that he would take on responsibility as it came.
Sherlock: Response?
Richards: No? Well then I suppose we’ll just have to change the rank. Something that rings better with Richards.
Sherlock: Response?
Richards: ::chuckling:: I just tend to go with the flow of things.
Anton wasn't quite sure what direction path he wanted to take. He didn't really have dreams of being a captain, but he wanted to help out as much as he could.
Sherlock/Koryan: Response
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Lieutenant Anton Richards
Security Officer
USS Octavia E. Butler - NCC-82850
T239802AR1
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