Flt. Capt. Karrod Niac - The Guest Bedroom
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Karrod Niac
Jun 28, 2026, 8:17:55 PM (13 hours ago) Jun 28
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Caretakers Nodule, The Reef))
With a duffel filled with a few personal items, padds, and a bottle he fully intended to crack open just as soon as he was certain the crew was comfortable, Karrod followed a series of pulsing lights along the interior passage that had grown around one of the fore airlocks of the ship. There had been a message waiting for him from Narhelion, one of the last it had sent before settling down into its recuperative slumber, which told him a space was being specially prepared for the 'Fuzzy Caretaker' and that it would allow him to oversee the repairs on the Ronin and Narhelion in some way he hadn't fully understood.
He's spent nearly a day since then working with Toryn to organize the crew into teams so they could inhabit and explore this incredible place safely, which meant he'd been one of the last to rotate off the ship. He'd read the reports and listened to the breathless descriptions from the away teams who had been aboard Narhelion during the battle but seeing it himself, actually standing within this vast living construction, was something else entirely. It was awe inspiring. It was overwhelming. It smelled odd and reminded him somehow of seaweed. He shrugged as he trudged inwards, a large portal of some kind irising open at the end of the passage. Not everything about the unknown was majestic. Some of it was just a bit smelly.
From within Niac, Rostil kept recommending a variety of seafood recipes he very badly wanted to try out. Karrod smirked as he prodded at his abdomen with a thumb, dismissing the only somewhat serious idea. The pulses of light lead right up to the now opened portal and he stepped into the large round featureless space with a raised eyebrow, somewhat confused.
Then the walls began to move and he felt himself overwhelmed all over again.
Two vast panoramic portals, each larger than the viewscreen on the bridge, slowly came into focus on opposite walls like eyes learning to focus. The first showed him a view of the Ronin that seemed impossibly vivid, showing him the whole of the ship from an angle that should've required a camera or sensor to be kilometers outside the station. He glanced at their damage with concern and the image instantly snapped forward, giving him a perfectly clear view of the section of hull he'd just been thinking about. He took a step back and the totality of the Ronin returned. He tried it a few more times to be sure and realized the display was reacting to his attention, focusing and providing information on whatever it was he wanted to look at without so much as a second thought. He was amazed once again at the incredible technological developments of the original 'Caretakers' and hoped they'd learn more about them so long as they were stuck here.
The second portal focused into view and his breath left him. It was Narhelion, quiescent and hopefully recovering, but covered with horrible wounds from the battle. The largest of which, a deep burnt gouge that must've been kilometers long, snapped into focus and all that was Sencha within him despaired. The Leviathan's weapon had been aimed at them and Narhelion had thrown its vast armored carapace in the way to protect the Ronin at the very last moment. They'd both survived...but from the look of the wound Karrod honestly wasn't sure how. It was horrifying and he had to look away before he was sickened. He turned from the viewport and realized the room hadn't quite completed its transformation.
What had been a featureless room moments ago was growing into a surprisingly accurate facsimile of his Ready Room. As he watched the outline of a desk and chairs began to emerge from the floors, growing upwards like candle wax dripping in reverse. The small set of stairs was next, leading to the low couch and table where he'd so often spent time grinding out paddwork. He laughed out loud as smaller details began to emerge, including a smattering of fabricated glowing bluegreen padds scattered about the desk. The outline of something familiar was emerging from the wall to the side of his desk but a musical chime, very much like the first few notes of a whispered song floated in the air above his head. It happened two or three more times before he realized it was the door chime, the portal itself now pulsing with light in time with the soothing sound, and he spoke for the first time since entering the room.
Niac: Uh...enter?
The door irised open once again and a very aggrieved young Ensign stood out in the passageway, looking in with wide and suddenly uncertain eyes.
Vennick: Response
Karrod gestured to the recently formed chairs and motioned the young man inside as he set the duffle on the floor besides his new desk.
Niac: My actual ready room was damaged in the battle so apparently Narhelion felt I deserved...alternate accommodations. Come in Ensign, I assume you have something on your mind?
Vennick: Response
Karrod absorbed the torrent with mild bemusement as the room continued to pulse and shift around them.
Niac: I'm sorry Ensign I just want to make sure I'm understanding this clearly...you tracked your CO down in the middle of the most unusual environment imaginable so you could...file a complaint?
Vennick: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
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Fleet Captain Karrod Niac
Commanding Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
V239509GT0
With a duffel filled with a few personal items, padds, and a bottle he fully intended to crack open just as soon as he was certain the crew was comfortable, Karrod followed a series of pulsing lights along the interior passage that had grown around one of the fore airlocks of the ship. There had been a message waiting for him from Narhelion, one of the last it had sent before settling down into its recuperative slumber, which told him a space was being specially prepared for the 'Fuzzy Caretaker' and that it would allow him to oversee the repairs on the Ronin and Narhelion in some way he hadn't fully understood.
He's spent nearly a day since then working with Toryn to organize the crew into teams so they could inhabit and explore this incredible place safely, which meant he'd been one of the last to rotate off the ship. He'd read the reports and listened to the breathless descriptions from the away teams who had been aboard Narhelion during the battle but seeing it himself, actually standing within this vast living construction, was something else entirely. It was awe inspiring. It was overwhelming. It smelled odd and reminded him somehow of seaweed. He shrugged as he trudged inwards, a large portal of some kind irising open at the end of the passage. Not everything about the unknown was majestic. Some of it was just a bit smelly.
From within Niac, Rostil kept recommending a variety of seafood recipes he very badly wanted to try out. Karrod smirked as he prodded at his abdomen with a thumb, dismissing the only somewhat serious idea. The pulses of light lead right up to the now opened portal and he stepped into the large round featureless space with a raised eyebrow, somewhat confused.
Then the walls began to move and he felt himself overwhelmed all over again.
Two vast panoramic portals, each larger than the viewscreen on the bridge, slowly came into focus on opposite walls like eyes learning to focus. The first showed him a view of the Ronin that seemed impossibly vivid, showing him the whole of the ship from an angle that should've required a camera or sensor to be kilometers outside the station. He glanced at their damage with concern and the image instantly snapped forward, giving him a perfectly clear view of the section of hull he'd just been thinking about. He took a step back and the totality of the Ronin returned. He tried it a few more times to be sure and realized the display was reacting to his attention, focusing and providing information on whatever it was he wanted to look at without so much as a second thought. He was amazed once again at the incredible technological developments of the original 'Caretakers' and hoped they'd learn more about them so long as they were stuck here.
The second portal focused into view and his breath left him. It was Narhelion, quiescent and hopefully recovering, but covered with horrible wounds from the battle. The largest of which, a deep burnt gouge that must've been kilometers long, snapped into focus and all that was Sencha within him despaired. The Leviathan's weapon had been aimed at them and Narhelion had thrown its vast armored carapace in the way to protect the Ronin at the very last moment. They'd both survived...but from the look of the wound Karrod honestly wasn't sure how. It was horrifying and he had to look away before he was sickened. He turned from the viewport and realized the room hadn't quite completed its transformation.
What had been a featureless room moments ago was growing into a surprisingly accurate facsimile of his Ready Room. As he watched the outline of a desk and chairs began to emerge from the floors, growing upwards like candle wax dripping in reverse. The small set of stairs was next, leading to the low couch and table where he'd so often spent time grinding out paddwork. He laughed out loud as smaller details began to emerge, including a smattering of fabricated glowing bluegreen padds scattered about the desk. The outline of something familiar was emerging from the wall to the side of his desk but a musical chime, very much like the first few notes of a whispered song floated in the air above his head. It happened two or three more times before he realized it was the door chime, the portal itself now pulsing with light in time with the soothing sound, and he spoke for the first time since entering the room.
Niac: Uh...enter?
The door irised open once again and a very aggrieved young Ensign stood out in the passageway, looking in with wide and suddenly uncertain eyes.
Vennick: Response
Karrod gestured to the recently formed chairs and motioned the young man inside as he set the duffle on the floor besides his new desk.
Niac: My actual ready room was damaged in the battle so apparently Narhelion felt I deserved...alternate accommodations. Come in Ensign, I assume you have something on your mind?
Vennick: Response
Karrod absorbed the torrent with mild bemusement as the room continued to pulse and shift around them.
Niac: I'm sorry Ensign I just want to make sure I'm understanding this clearly...you tracked your CO down in the middle of the most unusual environment imaginable so you could...file a complaint?
Vennick: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
================================
Fleet Captain Karrod Niac
Commanding Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
V239509GT0
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