Lieutenant Commander Artinus Serinus - Targ tourism.

[Joseph George]

((The following takes place the morning after the award's ceremony.))

((IC))

((Denali Base, Central Plaza))

Artinus stepped off of the shuttle, dressed in civvies consisting of an off-white linen tunic and sandals. In his right hand the Magna Roman carried a soft gray pet carrier, and in his left hand, a black pet harness and leash sized for a tiny animal. 

He strode to the nearest patch of grass, and lowered the carrier to the ground, kneeling in front of it. He unlatched the gate and stuck his hand in, to carefully withdraw the tiny targ inside.  Making quick work of dressing her in the harness and grasping the leash, he lowered her to the ground, transferring the leash to his right hand as Tlhiroghni’ squealed with joy. He reached over and grabbed the pet carrier with his left hand, finally standing again.

Man and targ surveyed the scene. Artinus used his eyes, scanning his surroundings in the manner a trained trouble detector would get in the habit of.   Tlhiroghni’ for her part huffed in the air about them in rapid inhales, not nervous one bit, but alive with the curiosity of youth, and the blissful ignorance of the beast. Her miniscule tail wagging with the enthusiasm of the friendliest of golden retrievers.

He had come at the invitation of Major Han to tour the facilities along with his colleague Quentin Collins, who he was informed was already ashore. Of course that was before the newly promoted Fleet Captain had ordered all of her hands to work transferring to the base the very next day.

He started towards a random building and the pair soon ran into a  small grouping of people. There was the delightfully friendly Aurelian that he had met yesterday who could be a tad much, Fleet Captain Oddas herself, and a third. He hadn't met the short, slim Lt. Commander. As they were obviously busy with work, from his former CO's commanding tone to her subordinates, he had no intention of interrupting them. The tiny targl had a mind of her own and pulled her leash  desperately, if rather ineffectualy, towards the trio. Perhaps in a bid to visit with her newest friend, the freshly full Lieutenant Dekas. Her verbal oirnking protest of not getting her way embarrassing her Magna Roman.

Any: Response

Serinus: Terribly sorry. She has a mind of her own.

He reached down, and gingerly scooped up the small spiked pig and cradled her very carefully to his chest with his right hand as he stood back up. He was determined to evacuate their immediate vicinity and started back on his journey towards the random building that he had chosen for his first destination.

(OOC: Feel free to either honor his wishes, or drag him in deeper as you see fit. Though, I think the later would be more entertaining.))

Tag/TBC

 

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