Flt. Capt. Karrod Niac - Revolving Doors
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Karrod Niac
Mar 14, 2026, 2:39:10 PMMar 14
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Ready Room, Deck 3, USS Ronin))
The doors had barely wooshed shut on Ensign Wren and Karrod was still staring slack-jawed at the screen which, a moment ago, had shown a recording of himself that he'd never made.
At least, not in this universe.
The thousand questions whirring in his mind were abruptly derailed by the chime of his door and as Niac took over spiraling about the existential implications of the recording and the meaning of the data file it had contained, Karrod shook his head and unlocked the office door, admitting a young Vulcan he didn't immediately recognized.
Taj’el: Lieutenant Junior Grade Taj’el, reporting in sir.
The name sparked a memory from his weeks aboard the Kurosawa and Karrod was finally able to associate the face with a request he'd approved several weeks earlier.
Niac: Ah Lieutenant, glad you were able to connect with us, however belatedly.
Taj’el: I was requested for medical assistance as temporary reassignment from the USS Thor. However with the time it took me to get from the Gamma Quadrant it seems the situation was handled by your crew.
He offered a small chuckle at the dry recitation of the facts as he gestured towards the chair on the other side of the desk.
Niac: When Captain Promontory floated the possibility of you doing a temporary rotation with us he said you were one of his most promising junior officers. He seemed to think you'd benefit from the exposure to our...how did he put it...'dynamic environment.' Looking back I'm not entirely certain that was a compliment.
Unsurprisingly his humor failed to elicit much of a visible reaction.
Taj’el: Clarification: I had also requested assistance with the study of ultraviolet radiation, as it had been necessary to conduct the research within a new environment. It had therefore been determined that I could receive the requested support here aboard the Ronin
Karrod took the accepted padd but couldn't help to notice a bit of hesitation as the Lieutenant handed it over. A quick skim revealed all to be in order so he placed it back on his desk and arched an eyebrow in the Vulcan's direction.
Niac: This seems fine, you can talk to Lt. Cmdr. Kel, our Chief Science Officer, to arrange lab space and any other resources you need. ::He paused for a moment and considered the young Vulcan:: Are you alright, Lieutenant? I've spent more than my share of time around Vulcans in my career and I can't shake the sense you're a bit...uncomfortable. Speak freely...as long as you're aboard this ship you're ultimately my responsibility.
Taj'el: Response
Karrod pursed his lips.
Niac: Well then lets put this into terms you might find more palatable...if you're uncomfortable in any way, it could impact your efficiency and ultimately your effectiveness at a given task. I'm sure you, of all people, can appreciate the logic of that. With that in mind I'll ask again...are you alright?
Taj'el: Response
Shaking his head, Karrod stood and walked around the desk, perching himself on the far side and crossing his arms.
Niac: Lieutenant I appreciate the fact you're a visitor here and you're unfamiliar with how we do things but I take an interest in anybody who steps through that door, regardless of their rank or role. The only reason the Ronin can do what it does is because the crew trusts one another...so I'd encourage you to, however temporarily, embrace that. The people here are among the finest I've ever served with...I hope you'll trust them so, should anything happen, they'll know they can trust you.
Taj'el: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
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Fleet Captain Karrod Niac
Commanding Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
V239509GT0
The doors had barely wooshed shut on Ensign Wren and Karrod was still staring slack-jawed at the screen which, a moment ago, had shown a recording of himself that he'd never made.
At least, not in this universe.
The thousand questions whirring in his mind were abruptly derailed by the chime of his door and as Niac took over spiraling about the existential implications of the recording and the meaning of the data file it had contained, Karrod shook his head and unlocked the office door, admitting a young Vulcan he didn't immediately recognized.
Taj’el: Lieutenant Junior Grade Taj’el, reporting in sir.
The name sparked a memory from his weeks aboard the Kurosawa and Karrod was finally able to associate the face with a request he'd approved several weeks earlier.
Niac: Ah Lieutenant, glad you were able to connect with us, however belatedly.
Taj’el: I was requested for medical assistance as temporary reassignment from the USS Thor. However with the time it took me to get from the Gamma Quadrant it seems the situation was handled by your crew.
He offered a small chuckle at the dry recitation of the facts as he gestured towards the chair on the other side of the desk.
Niac: When Captain Promontory floated the possibility of you doing a temporary rotation with us he said you were one of his most promising junior officers. He seemed to think you'd benefit from the exposure to our...how did he put it...'dynamic environment.' Looking back I'm not entirely certain that was a compliment.
Unsurprisingly his humor failed to elicit much of a visible reaction.
Taj’el: Clarification: I had also requested assistance with the study of ultraviolet radiation, as it had been necessary to conduct the research within a new environment. It had therefore been determined that I could receive the requested support here aboard the Ronin
Karrod took the accepted padd but couldn't help to notice a bit of hesitation as the Lieutenant handed it over. A quick skim revealed all to be in order so he placed it back on his desk and arched an eyebrow in the Vulcan's direction.
Niac: This seems fine, you can talk to Lt. Cmdr. Kel, our Chief Science Officer, to arrange lab space and any other resources you need. ::He paused for a moment and considered the young Vulcan:: Are you alright, Lieutenant? I've spent more than my share of time around Vulcans in my career and I can't shake the sense you're a bit...uncomfortable. Speak freely...as long as you're aboard this ship you're ultimately my responsibility.
Taj'el: Response
Karrod pursed his lips.
Niac: Well then lets put this into terms you might find more palatable...if you're uncomfortable in any way, it could impact your efficiency and ultimately your effectiveness at a given task. I'm sure you, of all people, can appreciate the logic of that. With that in mind I'll ask again...are you alright?
Taj'el: Response
Shaking his head, Karrod stood and walked around the desk, perching himself on the far side and crossing his arms.
Niac: Lieutenant I appreciate the fact you're a visitor here and you're unfamiliar with how we do things but I take an interest in anybody who steps through that door, regardless of their rank or role. The only reason the Ronin can do what it does is because the crew trusts one another...so I'd encourage you to, however temporarily, embrace that. The people here are among the finest I've ever served with...I hope you'll trust them so, should anything happen, they'll know they can trust you.
Taj'el: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
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Fleet Captain Karrod Niac
Commanding Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
V239509GT0
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