LT Toxin Arlill: Well Earned
Erik Johnson
(( Lhandon and Toxin’s Quarters, Deck 7, USS ‘Oumuamua ))
Toxin’s evening was uneventful, his sleep however was less than recovering. He had a lot on his mind with the move to the OEB and his duties making sure everything in ops went smoothly. His new found title didn’t really change anything, since he’d been performing those duties already as acting chief, but they were still very taxing with the move.
Nilsen: Tox ::He called out:: You around?
From his seat in their “living room” space in the shared area of their quarters he quickly assessed the mess that had accumulated since he woke that morning. oO cereal bowl, check; half empty orange juice glass, check; one slipper, check; now where is the…Oo quickly realizing it was still on his foot.
Arlill: ::a bit elevated in volume:: What’s up?
Lhandon had come out of his room and Toxin felt the same judgmental eyes assessing the damage he had afforded the room, oO It could be worse. Oo it was only then he saw Nilsen’s eyes were a bit red.
Nilsen: So, first, morning.
Arlill: Good Morning ::he said worryingly::
Nilsen: Second, erm soo....this is going to sound weird, V'Airu and Ro visited me while I was working out in the gym ::beat:: and they gave me these.
Lhandon show the box with his two new medals.
Arlill: Congrats, well deserved. :: standing up to face Nilsen ::
Nilsen: There was something else bro, erm...I did that thing again, ::taps head:: you know that thing: And I ruined that moment. But...they also gave me this. I don't know how I earned these…I just...Would you? Do it for me?
Nilsen extended his arm and opened his fingers, there resting in his palm was a single hollow pip. Toxin couldn’t help but feel happy for his roommate, his eyes met Nilsen’s and a reassuring smile crossed Toxin’s face.
Arlill: You know you earned this, you stopped doubting yourself long enough to find your courage and stand up and stand out. I wish I had been there and not on the planet, but from what I’ve heard you earned this rank and I have no doubt you will wear it with pride.
Toxin took the single pip from Lhandon’s hand and with his other carefully took his collar and attached the new adornment. Recognizing they were StarFleet and saluting wasn’t a norm, Toxin felt Nilsen was due a show of respect for his new rank. After finishing applying the pip, Toxin snapped to attention and put his hand out to shake Lhandons.
Arlill: Congratulations Lieutenant, it’s well deserved. (beat) Good job broroomy. :: pausing then lunging forward and giving the big lug a huge hug. ::
Nilsen: Response
[End of Scene for Toxin]
((ooc: I couldn’t be more proud of my friend Tom, he’s created a dynamic and beautiful character, well done.))
LTJG Toxin Arlill
Helm, Operations, & Communications Officer
USS 'Oumuamua NCC-81226
Writer ID.: O239910TA4