PNPC Senior Chief Kiran Rork - The Drunk Tank
Martin Tucker
Usually, Senior Chief Kiran Rork would be in the armory inventorying things like power cells and hand phasers, but Deacon had already beaten him to it. So he sat at his desk, going over the night shift patrol logs. Not much in the overnight unless you count Crewman Martins, who decided it had been a while since people had seen a full moon; he dropped trau in the middle of The 47. He was currently drying up in the ship's brig. He’d be free to go once he sobered up, and he was pretty sure Martins was going to get a tough go from his CO in Astrophysics.
Kiran typically worked the night shift, but without a security chief in charge. Senior Chief Solanta had been managing operations, but now Lieutenant Kessler is in command, and Rork is attempting to break free from routines once reserved for the Chief of Security. Despite this, Rork briefly enjoyed the weekly intel briefings while the new order settled in.
He just wanted to go back to his old routine; he didn’t mind doing the extra work - he was pleased with his job, and the less he had to deal with officers, the better. It’s not that he didn’t like them; it was that a lot of them were old enough to be his kid or grandkid.
He sighed as he drank the last bit of his coffee and set down the empty mug.
Rork sensed her coming more than heard her.
Kiran: Good morning, Senior Chief. ::deadpan:: Ready for another glorious day in the fleet?
Solanta: Response
Kiran, for the most part, wasn’t very personable. You’d expect that growing up among Ferengi would make him more social. However, he liked Jenta; he was certain it wasn’t her suppressed pheromones influencing him, but they maintained a solid working relationship. Jenta, a fellow NCO, was one of the few people Kiran felt comfortable around.
Kiran: Have ya met the new boss yet?
Solanta: Response
Kiran reached for another sip of his coffee but didn't notice he had already finished it. Disappointed, he placed the cup down and frowned, feeling a pang of disappointment at the end of his comforting routine.
Kiran: Me either. Should do that here in the near future.
Solanta: Response
Rork pushed back from his desk and stood. He handed the shift report to Jenta. He planned to get some R&R now. Of course, his version of shore leave involved a technical manual or security manual and a stiff drink, though this time he was thinking of either a beachside or poolside location. He could use some time away from the ship, even if it were just for a few hours.
Kiran: Are you going to go planet-side?
Solanta: Response
Kiran: Yeah, I’m going to get off the ship for a few hours. I picked up an extra shift from Collins, who needed the night off. So I figured, why not? ::he shrugged:
Solanta: Response:
