Lieutenant Commander Artinus Serinus - Prodigal sons in the Clanhouse

[Joseph George]

((The Clanhouse, Deck 10, USS Juneau))

Artinus entered beside his current shipmate, and arguably friend, Quentin Collins. Resplendent in perfectly regulation whites that contrasted well with his tanned skin. His perfectly aligned medal rack speaking proudly of a valorous record. He scanned the room and its inhabitants, instinctively looking about for danger.

Serinus: I've got to stop that.

Collins: Response

Artinus gave the smallest smile.

Serinus: Oh, you know me. Everytime I put on this uniform I'm likely to start pulling security.

Collins: Response

Serinus: Force of habit and all. I'll just have to keep reminding myself. I'll try not to be so verbal about it next time, though.

Collins: Response

Artinus forced himself out of work mode and took in the atmosphere instead. The dark woods were especially appealing. His memories of the place were sparse. But he had started what might have become a fine friendship with Ensign Levinson here when he was just a LJG himself, had they not parted ways, they might have risen through the ranks together. Outside, through the windows,  he saw the good old Eagle where he had so many more memories that flooded him all at once. Some wondrous, others frightening.  

Serinus: It really is beautiful though, isn't it? We should have something like this on the Arrow.

The Sabre Class really didn't have many amenities, not even a Holodeck, at least yet. And with Lieutenant Alvarez away on LOA, it might not get one for a moment. Its absence had forced the crew to find other, often memorable, locations for its awards ceremonies at least. A career driven workaholic like himself really only needed a gym, and plenty of room to walk his Flower about.

But a social gathering spot beyond the Mess Hall might be a morale booster for many others.

Collins: Response 

A Trill Marine approached Quentin with a glass of white wine. The visiting Security Chief instantly appreciated how well his uniform was put together.

Han: Lieutenant Commander Collins ::Emphasizing the rank::.  I’m surprised to see you here.

Collins: Response

This kind of confusion was not uncommon when there were Trill involved.

Han: I sincerely apologize, Major Kiran Han.  You briefly served with my previous host, Lieutenant Commander Delan Han, aboard the Eagle, before he transferred back to Starfleet Science.

Artinus' suspicions were confirmed, the man standing before them now was joined. It seemed most of the Trill in Starfleet, at least ones with commissions, had or would eventually have a symbiote. But that was purely from Artinus' own experience. He certainly hadn't heard either way from his retired diplomatic corps parents. Nor had his brother, the retired Captain, mentioned it. 

Collins: Response

 

He nodded to the Major as he was introduced, the slightest, most professional smile slipping from his lips.

Serinus: A pleasure Major. I was going to the bar. ::looking to Quentin:: Commander, could I get a drink?

Collins/Han: Response

Artinus stepped aside with an easy sidestep, as gracefully and fluid as any other of his movement. He strode toward the bar with casual confidence, he donned a small smile as to not appear too aloof, or even arrogant.

Any: Response

Tag/TBC

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- Lieutenant Commander Artinus Serinus

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   USS Arrow, 

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