Kells: And what do you think of the Thor?
Aron watched as the lieutenant's eyes widened with what Aron assumed was a warm, open smile.
Garcia: We’ve lucked out there, sir. She’s sharp, canny and nimble. A courageous vessel. :: Ben bit his lip in afterthought. :: Well spec’ed too – engines, firing power, sensors.
Kells: (eagerly) One of the finest ships, you'd say? Anything else?
Garcia: Gremlin free. Propulsion systems are flushed and calibrated; you get a clear A off the warp core with a tuning fork. :: Ben smiled mischievously. :: We have Commander Pandorn and Ensign Sirok to thank for that.
Regular
Roshanaras, Aron assumed -- which was to say he remembered the names
Garcia mentioned from the engineering manifest. Roshanara was, of
course, one of a kind -- but he expected that Garcia's praise wasn't
lightly given. After all, he was in charge of helm and ops in addition
to his duties as second officer, and if there was any duty post that
expected a lot from a ship's engineering team, it was HCO.
Kells: Then I'm sure they'll be up to keeping us running, no matter where we go. (beat) What about the crew, Lieutenant?
Garcia: A mixed bag. :: Ben touched the back of his neck. :: For a good chunk, like me, it’ll be their first reassignment. On the flip side, there’s a couple who are on the nth assignment of their career.
Kells: (slight nod) I've been there myself. I'm still there, thanks to this move. But if there's one thing we know how to do as Starfleet officers, it's keep up with change, right?
Garcia: Change … :: Ben stressed the next word. :: … is our stride, captain.
Garcia offered a toast.
Garcia: The Thor, her crew and their success.
Aron raised his glass, too.
Kells: Hear, hear.
He drank deeply and, as he did so, noticed a familiar face -- Teller, flanked by a human woman and a large Bolian man. His next destination, of course.
Kells: Lieutenant, will you excuse me?
Aron offered Garcia a quick smile and nod, and took his leave. He needed to make the rounds tonight, and as the Embassy's and now the Thor's second officer, he expected Garcia needed to, too.
He approached the group of three as Commander Teller drained his drink. The Bolian man smiled at Aron as he approached, but it was the human woman who spoke first.
MacKenzie: ::nodding:: Fleet Captain Kells. I’m Doctor Addison MacKenzie, Chief Medical Officer. It’s a pleasure to meet you – your reputation precedes you… Captain Rahman speaks very highly of you.
Aron tipped a wink at Teller. There was a camaraderie between Teller and MacKenzie he could see, and he suspected that they'd both served together for a while under Roshanara.
Kells: Good to meet you, Doctor. I suspect you're one of the best if you survived Roshanara. (beat) Were you with her in the Shoals?
MacKenzie: Yes, I served as a medical officer with her on the Veritas for about a year before I transferred here to the Embassy. I’m very much looking forward to embarking on our next mission.
Kells: (fervent) I'm lucky to have you, then. (indicating Teller; earnestly) Both of you. I know how difficult Roshanara is to please, and how you both must have worked extraordinarily hard for your ranks.
Oops. Too intense. Aron had only had a small glass of champagne, but that was plenty for someone who didn't drink often. He shut his mouth, but was happy to discover that he hadn't metaphorically wept all over the group too badly.