Lieutenant JG Tholin ch’Clex – Getting ready to move out.

[johanssonted]

((The USS Eagle Outpost, ABOUT A WEEK LATER))

Commander Falt had chosen one of the quieter seating areas near the center of their makeshift outpost—a place that, despite the rough planks and mismatched crates, had become a kind of communal heart. Tholin knew it well. He’d spent more than a few silent meals there.

 

Tholin came into the meeting place at the same time as Commander Falt and as he approached he spotted Lieutenant Jackson already there at table but stood as Commander Falt approached.

 

As Jackson caught a glimpse of Commander Falt, so too did he mr ch’Clex.  

 

Tanner: ::Standing as he neared.:: Commander, Lieutenant. ::Nodding to each.::

 

ch’Clex: ::Returning the nod and gives a not him self to the Commander:: Sir!

 

Falt: Response

 

Tanner: Well, I hope you’re both the same.  

 

ch’Clex: Haven’t seen you around much Lieutenant, but I guess you talent have been needed to keep this place from falling apart.

 

Falt: Response

 

Tanner: So, from the hype everywhere, am I to assume we’ve got a mission Commander? 

 

ch’Clex: ::Turning to the Commander, antennas twitching with curiosity:: What do you got for us Commander?

 

Falt: Response

 

ch’Clex: That sounds like challenge. Are we to go in hot or sneaky?

 

Tholin wanted to be hot but did not hold his breath for it.

 

Falt / Tanner: Response

 

ch’Clex: That sound like good plan, the longer we can stay undetected the better.

 

Falt / Tanner: Response

 

ch’Clex: Do we need some heavy ordnance, Commander? ::His eyas lighting up:: We did manged fix the isomagnetic disintegrator?

 

Falt / Tanner: Response

 

TAG / TBC

 

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Lieutenant Junior Grade Tholin ch'Clex
Tactical Officer
USS Eagle
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