CDR Naxell — Hobbling Things Together

[Naxell]

((Bridge, Deck 1, USS Khitomer, Ceram Archipelago))

Commander Nax-Ellarneii-Tellargo wasn't limping, but he wasn't exactly walking normally, either. He carried a kind of liminal gait, neither one thing nor quite the other, and he was highly conscious of it, because he was highly conscious of the lingering bruise in his buttock. It was that consciousness that made it impossible for him to walk normally, because once you started thinking about what was or wasn't normal, there wasn't any hope of actually achieving normality.

And so he… moved onto the Bridge as the turbolift door hissed and slid away from view.

Semara: What is it?

Morda: Huh?

th’Vrosa / Semara / Zerva: Response

The captain cleared his throat noisily as he approached the array of command chairs. He noted that Lieutenant Semara was piloting the ship, rather than just kicking back in the center seat, calling shots. Good for her. He liked a leader who got their hands dirty; it was no small part of why he had spent so much time below deck.

Naxell: Report.

th’Vrosa / Semara / Zerva / Morda: Response

Naxell: That's the only change? No transmission from the Sheliak?

His eyes looked instinctively towards the viewscreen. Under normal conditions, he would have expected to see the hulking behemoth staring down at them menacingly. But the Leviathan-class warship wasn't there. They didn't have a clear view of it.

th’Vrosa / Semara / Zerva / Morda: Response

Naxell: ::low voice:: Thirty minutes from a solution beats thirty-five.

th’Vrosa / Semara / Zerva / Morda: Response

TBC

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Commander Nax-Ellarneii-Tellargo

Commanding Officer

USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)

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