Flt. Capt. Karrod Niac - Unsolicited Messages
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Karrod Niac
Mar 12, 2026, 7:39:05 PMMar 12
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Ready Room, Deck 3, USS Ronin))
Niac: Oh no Ensign, I'm not upset with you at all. If anything I am absolutely livid about someone violating the privacy of one of my officers and dressing it up as some kind of helpful gesture while they were trying to apply their lips to my posterior. You and I don't know each other particularly well yet but I have more than my share of experience with family members that have boundary issues. They make me angry. Almost as angry as Starfleet Officers who don't know when to keep their big mouths shut. Something I intend to discuss with the Apollo station CO...who just so happens to be a friend of mine.
Wren: oO He is going to kill me. Oo Um…. I see. Well, thank you. I appreciate that, but he probably won't. ::a little worried:: I don't know what he told you, or what claims he made, but I can promise you that I am absolutely capable of doing my job here. If you need anything before I head down for shore leave, I’d be more than happy to get it done.
Karrod offered her a small nod as he looked at the partially disassembled console.
Niac: You wouldn't be here if I wasn't already certain of that, Ensign...but what I want to make sure you know is that you're part of this crew now and we look out for one another...so the next time anyone, and I mean anyone, decides to 'helpfully' reach out to me on your behalf, my default response will be providing them with several anatomically difficult options for where they can shove it. Lets hope it doesn't come up again during our shoreleave here...speaking of, you look ready to get off the ship for a while. Got a spot in mind?
Wren: Celestial Tide, actually. The brochure looked nice, and there’s a shopkeeper I plan to meet with who’s located there. I think Tucker will be there. What about you?
He gestured back towards the terminal with a scowl.
Niac: Somehow being declared dead hasn't done a thing to reduce the number of items I'm supposed to review and there's a mound of after action reports from the mission I need to look through once the computer has decided to accept my existence isn't some sort of glitch. Which, admittedly, it does feel a bit like right now.
Wren: Well, I’m sorry to hear that. Try giving the console a solid kick, that sometimes works for me… ::gathering her things again:: I would appreciate it if you did reach out about Mordren, actually. Maybe he’ll be less of a jerk if he knows there’ll be consequences. Thank you. ::Exits::
Karrod smiled as the door swished shut behind her and he spoke to the air.
Niac: Ha...I suppose you're dismissed then. Welcome to the Ronin, Ensign. Now...are you feeling any more agreeable?
As suggested he gave the desk terminal a sharp whap and, to his surprise, a data file he didn't recognize loaded and began scrolling by rapidly. When it hit the end a grainy video began playing automatically that stopped him cold. From the display of the terminal his face was staring back at him, the same but subtly different. Smoke surrounded the frame as this Karrod waved away sparks and spoke urgently towards the display.
Niac: =/\= Karrod....I don't know who you are here...I don't know if you'll get this...but the data accompanying this transmission cost a lot of lives...=/\=
Something exploded off camera and the image dissolved for a few seconds before returning to a harried looking version of his face, visibly wounded and with deep sunken eyes that seemed haunted.
Niac: =/\= And I think it's about to cost a few more...you have to stop it. Tens of billions are dead. Whole worlds are gone. The Federation is gone. Aeryn is...::the mans face fell, a dark shadow replacing it.:: This was all we could get...=/\=
Something was shouted from off camera and Karrod recognized Toryn's voice if not his words.
Niac: =/\=...stop this Karrod. I couldn't...but if you're seeing this there's still a chance. 'For their Tomorrows...' =/\=
More shouting and the image dissolved, replaced by a Starfleet seal and his authentication code, exactly as he'd told it to the computer before Ensign Wren had stepped into his office. The file closed and the terminal went dark, only his face now reflected in its dark surface.
[End Scene for Niac!]
((OOC: What's in the data file? Is there more of the message? What could it all mean!? Stay tuned!))
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Fleet Captain Karrod Niac
Commanding Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
V239509GT0
Niac: Oh no Ensign, I'm not upset with you at all. If anything I am absolutely livid about someone violating the privacy of one of my officers and dressing it up as some kind of helpful gesture while they were trying to apply their lips to my posterior. You and I don't know each other particularly well yet but I have more than my share of experience with family members that have boundary issues. They make me angry. Almost as angry as Starfleet Officers who don't know when to keep their big mouths shut. Something I intend to discuss with the Apollo station CO...who just so happens to be a friend of mine.
Wren: oO He is going to kill me. Oo Um…. I see. Well, thank you. I appreciate that, but he probably won't. ::a little worried:: I don't know what he told you, or what claims he made, but I can promise you that I am absolutely capable of doing my job here. If you need anything before I head down for shore leave, I’d be more than happy to get it done.
Karrod offered her a small nod as he looked at the partially disassembled console.
Niac: You wouldn't be here if I wasn't already certain of that, Ensign...but what I want to make sure you know is that you're part of this crew now and we look out for one another...so the next time anyone, and I mean anyone, decides to 'helpfully' reach out to me on your behalf, my default response will be providing them with several anatomically difficult options for where they can shove it. Lets hope it doesn't come up again during our shoreleave here...speaking of, you look ready to get off the ship for a while. Got a spot in mind?
Wren: Celestial Tide, actually. The brochure looked nice, and there’s a shopkeeper I plan to meet with who’s located there. I think Tucker will be there. What about you?
He gestured back towards the terminal with a scowl.
Niac: Somehow being declared dead hasn't done a thing to reduce the number of items I'm supposed to review and there's a mound of after action reports from the mission I need to look through once the computer has decided to accept my existence isn't some sort of glitch. Which, admittedly, it does feel a bit like right now.
Wren: Well, I’m sorry to hear that. Try giving the console a solid kick, that sometimes works for me… ::gathering her things again:: I would appreciate it if you did reach out about Mordren, actually. Maybe he’ll be less of a jerk if he knows there’ll be consequences. Thank you. ::Exits::
Karrod smiled as the door swished shut behind her and he spoke to the air.
Niac: Ha...I suppose you're dismissed then. Welcome to the Ronin, Ensign. Now...are you feeling any more agreeable?
As suggested he gave the desk terminal a sharp whap and, to his surprise, a data file he didn't recognize loaded and began scrolling by rapidly. When it hit the end a grainy video began playing automatically that stopped him cold. From the display of the terminal his face was staring back at him, the same but subtly different. Smoke surrounded the frame as this Karrod waved away sparks and spoke urgently towards the display.
Niac: =/\= Karrod....I don't know who you are here...I don't know if you'll get this...but the data accompanying this transmission cost a lot of lives...=/\=
Something exploded off camera and the image dissolved for a few seconds before returning to a harried looking version of his face, visibly wounded and with deep sunken eyes that seemed haunted.
Niac: =/\= And I think it's about to cost a few more...you have to stop it. Tens of billions are dead. Whole worlds are gone. The Federation is gone. Aeryn is...::the mans face fell, a dark shadow replacing it.:: This was all we could get...=/\=
Something was shouted from off camera and Karrod recognized Toryn's voice if not his words.
Niac: =/\=...stop this Karrod. I couldn't...but if you're seeing this there's still a chance. 'For their Tomorrows...' =/\=
More shouting and the image dissolved, replaced by a Starfleet seal and his authentication code, exactly as he'd told it to the computer before Ensign Wren had stepped into his office. The file closed and the terminal went dark, only his face now reflected in its dark surface.
[End Scene for Niac!]
((OOC: What's in the data file? Is there more of the message? What could it all mean!? Stay tuned!))
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Fleet Captain Karrod Niac
Commanding Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
V239509GT0
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