Flt. Capt. Karrod Niac - Nail'd It
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Karrod Niac
Dec 11, 2025, 11:47:50 PM (7 hours ago) Dec 11
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Pacifica Pavilion Spa, The Farm, Endicronimas V))
Dekas: Oh, he would resent being saddled with “heart of gold” as a label. But he’s not as bad as he thinks he is, certainly. He’s complicated. Has been since I’ve known him, and I’ve known him since we were kids. He’s always been a little distant and off-putting with a tendency to push people away. His time with the Vulcans intensified it. Sometimes that’s deeply infuriating. And I’ve pushed him off the roof of a 40-story building for it. He deserved it, and I’d do it again. But even then, I don’t actually think it’s that difficult to find a kind heart in there, you know?
The attendants stopped and goggled briefly before shaking themselves back to their duties but Karrod's mouth remained stubbornly hanging open.
Niac: You shoved him off a...forty story building? I mean...I've met the guy, I understand the impulse...you just don't seem like the attempted murder type.
Dekas: What? He has wings. He can fly. He wasn’t hurt, and 40 stories is hardly even the highest I’ve tossed him from. It’s just the only time I’ve done it out of anger without warning him. It was great fun. Thrill of the game and all that. But he’s very… thoughtful when given the patience to be himself around someone. Not everyone has that kind of patience, though.
Settling his head back on the cushion with more questions than answers, Karrod briefly imagined a world of avians who took delight in occasionally shoving one another off the tallest things they could find. The part of his brain that had evolved an entirely reasonably apprehension around heights for millions of years rebelled outright.
Niac: Just remind me to stay away from any ledges if I happen to get on your bad side. Now lets see how your creation is taking shape.
Having abandoned their original attempts at a pedicure, the spa attendants had pivoted with the well drilled efficiency of a damage control team, working in silent concert as tools were passed back and forth and individual tasks tackled simultaneously. This symphony of movement crescendo'd when a small whirring emitter was passed over the top of his fingertips, sealing the new color into place. With a flourish the attendants stepped back and encouraged him to take in their handiwork*. He nodded instead to Dekas.
Niac: Well, this was your idea. How'd they turn out?
Dekas: Response
He chuckled somewhat absently, looking at them with a kind of confused amazement as his impression of Armo radiated real joy.
Niac: They certainly are different...and Armo...loves them. None of the other hosts has ever done something like this...apparently she missed it. So thanks for that...never would've thought to do this otherwise.
Dekas: Response
He turned his attention away from his own digits for a moment and towards Dekas's newly gleaming talons. The afterglow of Armo's joy still filled him, an added warmth in a moment of supreme relaxation.
Niac: Niac's been a part of me for years now but I'm still surprised at the little things. The small...echoes that float to the surface. Rostil always kept a hand towel on his left shoulder when he cooked...Sencha would chew on the tip of a holopen when she was really concentrating...and Armo liked to indulge herself just a little bit when she got back from a survey. It's like finding a piece of myself and dusting it off so the colors show through. So, truly, thank you...::he gestured towards his abdomen with a sparkling set of fingers::...from all of us.
Dekas: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
*That pun was intended. I'm no coward.
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Fleet Captain Karrod Niac
Commanding Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
V239509GT0
Dekas: Oh, he would resent being saddled with “heart of gold” as a label. But he’s not as bad as he thinks he is, certainly. He’s complicated. Has been since I’ve known him, and I’ve known him since we were kids. He’s always been a little distant and off-putting with a tendency to push people away. His time with the Vulcans intensified it. Sometimes that’s deeply infuriating. And I’ve pushed him off the roof of a 40-story building for it. He deserved it, and I’d do it again. But even then, I don’t actually think it’s that difficult to find a kind heart in there, you know?
The attendants stopped and goggled briefly before shaking themselves back to their duties but Karrod's mouth remained stubbornly hanging open.
Niac: You shoved him off a...forty story building? I mean...I've met the guy, I understand the impulse...you just don't seem like the attempted murder type.
Dekas: What? He has wings. He can fly. He wasn’t hurt, and 40 stories is hardly even the highest I’ve tossed him from. It’s just the only time I’ve done it out of anger without warning him. It was great fun. Thrill of the game and all that. But he’s very… thoughtful when given the patience to be himself around someone. Not everyone has that kind of patience, though.
Settling his head back on the cushion with more questions than answers, Karrod briefly imagined a world of avians who took delight in occasionally shoving one another off the tallest things they could find. The part of his brain that had evolved an entirely reasonably apprehension around heights for millions of years rebelled outright.
Niac: Just remind me to stay away from any ledges if I happen to get on your bad side. Now lets see how your creation is taking shape.
Having abandoned their original attempts at a pedicure, the spa attendants had pivoted with the well drilled efficiency of a damage control team, working in silent concert as tools were passed back and forth and individual tasks tackled simultaneously. This symphony of movement crescendo'd when a small whirring emitter was passed over the top of his fingertips, sealing the new color into place. With a flourish the attendants stepped back and encouraged him to take in their handiwork*. He nodded instead to Dekas.
Niac: Well, this was your idea. How'd they turn out?
Dekas: Response
He chuckled somewhat absently, looking at them with a kind of confused amazement as his impression of Armo radiated real joy.
Niac: They certainly are different...and Armo...loves them. None of the other hosts has ever done something like this...apparently she missed it. So thanks for that...never would've thought to do this otherwise.
Dekas: Response
He turned his attention away from his own digits for a moment and towards Dekas's newly gleaming talons. The afterglow of Armo's joy still filled him, an added warmth in a moment of supreme relaxation.
Niac: Niac's been a part of me for years now but I'm still surprised at the little things. The small...echoes that float to the surface. Rostil always kept a hand towel on his left shoulder when he cooked...Sencha would chew on the tip of a holopen when she was really concentrating...and Armo liked to indulge herself just a little bit when she got back from a survey. It's like finding a piece of myself and dusting it off so the colors show through. So, truly, thank you...::he gestured towards his abdomen with a sparkling set of fingers::...from all of us.
Dekas: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
*That pun was intended. I'm no coward.
===============================
Fleet Captain Karrod Niac
Commanding Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
V239509GT0
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