Flt. Capt. Karrod Niac - Last Resorts
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Karrod Niac
Apr 2, 2026, 11:34:44 PMApr 2
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Captain's Quarters, Deck 5, USS Ronin))
Nodding as politely as he could to a final pair of crewmen he'd bumped into while walking back to his quarters, Karrod felt the doors hiss shut behind him and all but sagged into the comfort of his rarely seen quarters. Since returning to the ship time had been a blur of administrative matters and paddwork that had largely kept him from much of anything else, including a visit to the numerous famed resorts on the planet just below. He'd intended to carve out some time for it days ago but one thing after another kept stealing his attention, not the least of which being the near constant stream of communiques he'd been getting, and largely ignoring, from increasingly high ranking people at both the Starfleet Office of Operations and the Fleet Museum at Athan Prime. He would have to deal with that eventually but, for the moment, he'd decided he'd spent a few precious hours doing nothing but a close order inspection of the inside of his eyelids.
He'd made it three whole paces into his quarters and had gotten his uniform jacket off one arm when his commbadge chirped from somewhere within the bunched fabric. He briefly considered beaming it, or perhaps himself, somewhere else for the time being but with a final burst of energy set aside his churlishness before taking a breath and acknowledging the incessant chirping.
Beck: =/\= Beck to Niac. You busy, Cap? =/\=
He wasn't sure if it was his own exhaustion or something more serious but something about the mans tone itched at his hearing.
Niac: =/\= Problem Doctor? I can be down in Sickbay in a few minutes if you need me. =/\=
Beck: =/\= Oh, everything's good here. I just… wanted to talk with you a little about the future. Unofficially, off the books, all that jazz. I've just been thinking about things. =/\=
Karrod's lips pressed together into a line as he pulled his jacket back onto his shoulder and zipped it up.
Niac: =/\= I'll be honest with you...I don't like the sound of any of that. Especially the part about you thinking. =/\=
Beck: =/\= No rush. We've got plenty of time here, but you're welcome to join me. I'm at the Celestial Tide Sanctuary - front desk should be able to direct you to me, if you've got the time. =/\=
Karrod tried to balance the words against the tone and found that either his own state of mind was making him paranoid or something else was afoot so he was already several paces into the hallway as he responded.
Niac: =/\= Happen to have some time on my hands right now, I'll beam down and find you in a few minutes. Niac out. =/\=
He couldn't shake the idea that he was walking into trouble as he made his way towards the transporter room but continually tried to set it aside. He would, at least, get to see one of the resorts.
((Several minutes later, The Fishbowl, Celestial Tide Sanctuary, Logali IV))
The shock of warm tropical air and pleasant sea breezes had been enough to push his lingering exhaustion off to the side as he navigated his way from the hotel's reception area to its nautically themed and lightly populated celestial observatory. It was a beautiful location that afforded the guests an exquisite view of the rippling starfield stretching unbroken above them yet at the moment, Karrod's attention was entirely focused on the ground and their lounging Chief Medical Officer, who seemed to be staring up but at what he couldn't tell. He slowed his approach and kept his voice low, trying not to disrupt the otherwise tranquil setting.
Niac: Stargazing is an interesting hobby for a man who spends most of his time up among them, Doctor.
Beck: Response
Karrod huffed a small laughed and looked around.
Niac: At least tell me this...'tastefully'...appointed locale has a bar tucked away somewhere?
Beck: Response
He laughed as he walked to a small sideboard cleverly hidden behind what appeared to be an ancient deep sea diver in an elaborate and probably miserably uncomfortable outfit.
Niac: Good, last meeting I was called to I was promised a drink that never materialized...in fact here's the perpetrator now...
Karrod smirked to himself as he tipped an empty glass in V'len's direction as the man walked into the quiet space.
Beck/Kel: Response
When he'd filled three glasses and carried them back he took a seat near Quentin and arched an eyebrow.
Niac: Well, out with it. You wouldn't have asked the two of us to come down here for mustache grooming tips. What's on your mind, Doctor?
Beck/Kel: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
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Fleet Captain Karrod Niac
Commanding Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
V239509GT0
Nodding as politely as he could to a final pair of crewmen he'd bumped into while walking back to his quarters, Karrod felt the doors hiss shut behind him and all but sagged into the comfort of his rarely seen quarters. Since returning to the ship time had been a blur of administrative matters and paddwork that had largely kept him from much of anything else, including a visit to the numerous famed resorts on the planet just below. He'd intended to carve out some time for it days ago but one thing after another kept stealing his attention, not the least of which being the near constant stream of communiques he'd been getting, and largely ignoring, from increasingly high ranking people at both the Starfleet Office of Operations and the Fleet Museum at Athan Prime. He would have to deal with that eventually but, for the moment, he'd decided he'd spent a few precious hours doing nothing but a close order inspection of the inside of his eyelids.
He'd made it three whole paces into his quarters and had gotten his uniform jacket off one arm when his commbadge chirped from somewhere within the bunched fabric. He briefly considered beaming it, or perhaps himself, somewhere else for the time being but with a final burst of energy set aside his churlishness before taking a breath and acknowledging the incessant chirping.
Beck: =/\= Beck to Niac. You busy, Cap? =/\=
He wasn't sure if it was his own exhaustion or something more serious but something about the mans tone itched at his hearing.
Niac: =/\= Problem Doctor? I can be down in Sickbay in a few minutes if you need me. =/\=
Beck: =/\= Oh, everything's good here. I just… wanted to talk with you a little about the future. Unofficially, off the books, all that jazz. I've just been thinking about things. =/\=
Karrod's lips pressed together into a line as he pulled his jacket back onto his shoulder and zipped it up.
Niac: =/\= I'll be honest with you...I don't like the sound of any of that. Especially the part about you thinking. =/\=
Beck: =/\= No rush. We've got plenty of time here, but you're welcome to join me. I'm at the Celestial Tide Sanctuary - front desk should be able to direct you to me, if you've got the time. =/\=
Karrod tried to balance the words against the tone and found that either his own state of mind was making him paranoid or something else was afoot so he was already several paces into the hallway as he responded.
Niac: =/\= Happen to have some time on my hands right now, I'll beam down and find you in a few minutes. Niac out. =/\=
He couldn't shake the idea that he was walking into trouble as he made his way towards the transporter room but continually tried to set it aside. He would, at least, get to see one of the resorts.
((Several minutes later, The Fishbowl, Celestial Tide Sanctuary, Logali IV))
The shock of warm tropical air and pleasant sea breezes had been enough to push his lingering exhaustion off to the side as he navigated his way from the hotel's reception area to its nautically themed and lightly populated celestial observatory. It was a beautiful location that afforded the guests an exquisite view of the rippling starfield stretching unbroken above them yet at the moment, Karrod's attention was entirely focused on the ground and their lounging Chief Medical Officer, who seemed to be staring up but at what he couldn't tell. He slowed his approach and kept his voice low, trying not to disrupt the otherwise tranquil setting.
Niac: Stargazing is an interesting hobby for a man who spends most of his time up among them, Doctor.
Beck: Response
Karrod huffed a small laughed and looked around.
Niac: At least tell me this...'tastefully'...appointed locale has a bar tucked away somewhere?
Beck: Response
He laughed as he walked to a small sideboard cleverly hidden behind what appeared to be an ancient deep sea diver in an elaborate and probably miserably uncomfortable outfit.
Niac: Good, last meeting I was called to I was promised a drink that never materialized...in fact here's the perpetrator now...
Karrod smirked to himself as he tipped an empty glass in V'len's direction as the man walked into the quiet space.
Beck/Kel: Response
When he'd filled three glasses and carried them back he took a seat near Quentin and arched an eyebrow.
Niac: Well, out with it. You wouldn't have asked the two of us to come down here for mustache grooming tips. What's on your mind, Doctor?
Beck/Kel: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
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Fleet Captain Karrod Niac
Commanding Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
V239509GT0
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