Lt. Jona ch'Ranni - BACKSIM: Chill of the Wind, Part 1

[Jona ch'Ranni]

((OOC Note: This series of sims was something I was holding on to for our next shore leave. I'm altering it a bit setting-wise to have played out during our last shore leave because I wanted to share it with you all before Columbia is decommissioned. Hope you enjoy.))

((Observation Deck, Freighter Bion J. Arnold))

ch'Ranni: Look there's Talar! That means the bluish one over there is Gamma Trianguli and the orange one is Kappa Persei.

::Jona pointed to each star point in succession as Vexa looked on. She was not as enthusiastic as the former helmsman but she tried desperately to feign interest in what was unmistakably an obsession with her counterpart.::

zh'Lev: Wonderful. And how much longer will it be?

ch'Ranni: We should dock at Starbase 47 within two hours. After that we will board the USS Abilene who is traveling at high warp to Pollux. And from there three more days to Andoria aboard the IKS Chang'Kza.

zh'Lev: Ok. I think I can manage that.

ch'Ranni: ::peeling his eyes from the starscape:: What's wrong, Vexa?

zh'Lev: Nothing.  ::beat:: I'm bored.

ch'Ranni: Well, just wait til you see the Betreka Nebula!

((Timeskip: Nine days later))  

((Transporter Room, IKS Chang'Kza))

::The two Andorians stood atop the transporter pads awaiting their final departure approval. The Klingon male at the console leered at them as if he'd drunk some bad prune juice. A high-pitched beep signaled on his board and the operator barked at the passengers.::

Veng'tuk: Your departure has been approved! I will transport you to the surface now!

:: He tapped a key combination on his controls but nothing happened. The Klingon quickly lost his temper and slammed his hand on the side of the station.::

ch'Ranni: Did you remember to engage the primary energizing coil?

Veng'tuk: Do not tell me how to do my job!

zh'Lev: Hey! Don't yell at him!

:: A low growl began in Veng'tuk's throat as his voice grew quieter.::

Veng'tuk: Control your woman, pet'Q.

ch'Ranni: Vexa, step back on the pad.

zh'Lev: But he ...

ch'Ranni: It's alright. Step back on the pad, please.

::The two Andorians returned to their positions as the Klingon operated the console once again. Jona was quite satisfied to see the Klingon engage the primary energizing coil and then felt the slight pull as they dematerialized in a swirl of reddish-gold.::

((Spaceport, New Sheras, Andoria))

::The two Andorians rematerialized in the bustling Arrival Sector of the New Sheras Spaceport. People milled about them on their way to their own individual destinations.::

ch'Ranni: Come on. This way.

::Jona grabbed Vexa's hand and lead her to the left. They advanced to a large waiting lobby. Above the expansive room, a glass ceiling kept the frigid temperatures and snowy wind at bay, yet still seemed to let the starkness of Andoria's surface shine through.::

::Weaving their way through the crowded terminal, Jona spotted his destination. A tea cart that always seemed to be set up in the same spot every time he visited stood in an offset corner of the building. Jona ordered each of them some srjula tea and gratefully accepted the steaming cups of bright yellow liquid from a wizened Andorian woman.::

zh'Lev: How long must we wait?

ch'Ranni: Not long I think.

::Jona proved correct as he heard his name shouted by someone from far behind them. He turned and broke into a wide grin as he spotted his shreva waving wildly from across the spacious room.::

ch'Ranni: There she is.

((TBC))

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Lt. Jona ch'Ranni

Assistant Chief of Operations

USS Columbia (NCC-85279)

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