Commander Toryn Raga - Rugged Like Her Crew
Rameses
((Ready Room, Deck 3, USS Ronin - Lolagi IV))
Not only did that smirk deepen but his friend leaned back in his chair as if he was the cat that had just eaten the Seiuri.
Niac: Hey this was your idea...besides, the whole point is that we all contribute something of ourselves...that's part of the conversation. Part of why we're getting around a table together. So, what can you cook that won't kill us all?
Toryn’s hand raised slightly in protest, hesitated a moment, then slowly lowered. He had a point.
Raga: That’s fair. And we do have a few recipes back home that are only a couple million scoville. ::he smirked:: Luckily for you, I have a few recipes already that I’ve trimmed back on the ingredients or added seasonings that mitigate the danger for those with simple palettes.
Did he just take a teasing jab as someone with a former galaxy renowned chef’s memories? Yes, yes he did. Especially since Al-Leyan’s had an atrocious sense of taste, hence why everything was seasoned to either liquify the insides of those not of his species, or induce immediate diabetic shock in most.
Niac: On behalf of the deceased I should lodge an objection but considering how he died...sampling exotic and far too spicy seasonings...my objection is half-hearted at best. I prefer my food with flavor that won't eat through a deck plate. Think you can handle that?
Raga: Pardon me. I should have said, delicate constitutions instead. ::he chuckled:: I looked it up once out of curiosity and the average spice in our food is in the range of about eighteen million on your scoville scale. ::smiling:: There are some Mint Sazaberry tarts that I’ve found are popular among prior shipmates. It’s heavy on the mint enough to balance the tart of the berries. No matter what I bring, I recommend antacids should be available. And some neutral beverages for people to wash down the sweetness.
Niac: Fine fine, maybe Doctor De La Croix will see internal spice related burns as some kind of unique medical challenge. What else do we need to figure out?
Raga: So, how many courses and dishes has Rostil been screaming at you since I brought this idea up? ::he chuckled::
Niac: No no no, if I take his advice...even half of it...we'll need to schedule a day off for the meal and two more for recovery. One of his suggested menus had eleven courses, each paired with a different wine, including aperitifs & digestifs. I think we should stick with your idea to get started...a bit of mish-mash, we'll see what the crew brings out, and I'll handle a course myself...maybe dessert.
Raga: Oh no. We’ll let someone else make the rhombuses. Can’t have you burning down the galley before the inaugural dinner.
Those glowing eyes settled on him pointedly, but his smirk remained especially upon seeing the scowl aimed his way.
Niac: Oh no, I've made peace with the fact I'm not going to crack that recipe until I convince Starfleet Command to let me draft the Khitomer's CMO as our new head pastry chef. Somehow I doubt Doctor Ohnari would mind but I suspect the Khitomer's CO might. I'll keep it simple...well, simpler. And I'll practice.
Toryn’s face scrunched up in a compilation of every expression of doubt anyone’s ever had which led to a laugh and hands being thrown up in surrender.
Niac: Fine, I'll practice a lot! Alright...I think we've got a plan. Get it posted in the next few days and we can start arranging our inaugural visit to the Captain's Mess...which I'm still not entirely convinced we actually have. Anything else?
Raga: What, you wanted more? ::he chuckled::
Toryn caught the Starfleet Command logo reflected in the window from he monitor screen and raised a brow.
Niac: Duty calls Mr. Raga...hopefully this isn't another call from Starfleet Operations. Between you and me I've been ducking them for a while...it seems that with all the rebuilding efforts for the fleet after the Frontier Day fiasco, someone noticed that we're out here in a spaceframe that's been in active hotzones since the Dominion War. They keep trying to convince me that we should modernize...show the flag with a modern Starfleet vessel...as if those weren't the ones that spent an afternoon nearly shooting down Starbase One. Know anybody at operations we can blackmail?
Raga: I do not but I hope that’s not your way of saying you want a new ship. This girl’s got what it takes to survive out here. After all, she’s built for hotzones.
Karrod chuckled and tapped at the terminal.
Niac: Oh don't worry, this girl has plenty of fight left in her...besides, I feel like I've just gotten the Chair broken in...I've got no interest in trading it for one of those new models with the squeaky floors. Something I intend to impress on the powers that be...loudly.
Raga: Good. There’s a reason why we still have so many of the older classes of ships in service. Like the Akira, or Galaxy. They’re built tough and can handle themselves. ::he smirked:: Just like us, wouldn’t you say?
Toryn offered a nod as he stepped back twice then turned to exit the room while Karrod’s chuckle filled his ears. He had a sneaking suspicion they’d been having another mission soon but for now. There was an awards ceremony to plan. After all, everyone loved shinies.
[End scene for Raga]
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Commander Toryn Raga
First Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
Writer ID: A239410TR0
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