Flt. Capt. Karrod Niac - The Turning of the Wheel
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Karrod Niac
Mar 16, 2026, 11:29:12 PMMar 16
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Ready Room, Deck 3, USS Ronin))
Niac: Sit. I'm glad to have you with us...the Alpha Isles presents a broad selection of security issues for the Ronin and the Chief can use all the help they can get. I'd encourage you to review some of the ships previous engagements to familiarize yourself with what we've faced since coming to this region several years ago.
The part of him that was Horvu, that would forever be an Ensign on the first day in the fleet, empathized with the young man facing his CO for the first time. The rest of Niac's chorus of minds was more bemused as Rostil suggested several polite forms of torture he'd used on various restaurant staff over the years. Karrod poked a thumb into his gut to quiet the din of minds and refocused on the anxious new officer.
Jace: Yes, sir. Thank you for the opportunity to serve aboard this beautiful ship. It is a dream of mine. I will make sure to study and read over the previous engagements. You won't regret approving my request to join your ship.
Karrod could all but feel the genuine excitement radiating off the Ensign, an earnest eagerness that very nearly brought a smile to his face. He stifled the expression but one of the corners of his lips curled in amusement and complete disregard for his authority.
Jace: Captain... if I may add, my tardiness today was not representative of the discipline I expect of myself. I take my duties very seriously. Starfleet represents the ideals I have spent my life working toward. Being assigned to the Ronin, especially after requesting the posting, means a great deal to me.
Something about the Ensign's words gave him pause and Karrod had a moment of odd insight. The Ronin had been under his command for long enough to have developed a reputation for itself, for stories about the ship and its exploits to spread far beyond the borders of the Isles and the people they've been fortunate enough to aid. It hadn't been that long ago, to him at least, that he'd considered retiring from the service, but that had been before Niac...and the second chapter of his career. One he was proud of. One he could no longer imagine his life without. He'd added to the legacy of a ship with a storied history.
Just as he was growing confident this Ensign would.
Niac: Thank you Ensign...the fleet means a great deal to me as well...but I've never served aboard a vessel quite like the Ronin. I'm proud to say we've developed something very special here...and because of it we've been able to do some truly incredible things together. Bear that in mind as you meet your new colleagues...learn to trust them as I have and you'll be doing some of those incredible things yourself in no time.
He gestured towards the ships crest hanging proudly on the wall adjacent to his desk.
Niac: 'When you go home, tell them of us and say; For your tomorrow, we gave our today.' Those words have become a rallying cry for this crew...and a promise. That's the dedication this crew brings to a mission...to the worlds we serve, and the people who need us. I can't promise this tour of duty will be easy...but I can promise it'll be meaningful.
He straightened slightly in the chair again, his posture still respectful but no longer rigid.
Ryen: If there are any particular security concerns in the Alpha Isles that you feel I should prioritize studying, Captain, I would welcome the guidance.
Karrod took another long look at the ships crest and he gave it a small nod of respect before answering.
Niac: There are two primary threats in the sector at the moment, the Lattice Alliance and the Consortium. One is an fractious alignment of expansionist xenophobes who have decided the only thing they hate more than each other is everyone else. The other is a brutally unscrupulous criminal organization with nearly unlimited resources who never the less seem intent on squeezing more out of the Isles and keeping it for themselves. I'll leave it to you to figure out which is which. Beyond that we've run across everything from Pah'Wraith worshipers meddling with time to homicidally insane colonial administrators. Oh and if a Ferengi Psychotherapist by the name of Gott contacts you with his special 'newly traumatized' discount package, I'd recommend avoiding it.
Ryen: Response
Karrod chuckled a bit dryly.
Niac: It's a fair question, you did happen to catch up with us while the ship was on leave. Deep Space Thirty Three is our main staging base in the region, just on the inside of Federation space adjacent to the Isles themselves. It has gotten a number of substantial defensive upgrades over the last few years as the threat of the Lattice Alliance grew but ultimately it's meant to be a diplomatic platform...or so the Ambassador who commands the station would like us all to believe. So far the Alliance hasn't been...receptive to the idea.
Ryen: Response
Karrod considered the Ensign, considered how long ago it felt since he'd stood nervously in front of a CO for the first time, a shiny new pip on his collar and absolutely no idea what the stars had in store for him. There was a small pang of envy from somewhere deep within that had nothing to do with Niac.
Niac: Make good use of this downtime Mr. Ryen...our moments of relative relaxation don't tend to last long. Make sure you check in with Sickbay and our Counseling staff while you have the time but don't sequester yourself aboard. Avail yourself of the opportunity to see somewhere new...you can bring a tricorder down to the planet if scanning something would help you relax...because when the call comes, the Ronin answers. Always. For their tomorrows, Ensign Ryen. Welcome aboard the Ronin.
Ryen: Response
Karrod smiled and nodded a dismissal as the Ensign turned and headed through his doors, taking his first steps towards a greater unknown. He smiled to himself as he turned back to his desk terminal, convinced he'd figured out a way to bypass its tangled web of security lockouts.
Niac: =/\= Computer...if I was deceased, could I sing the chorus of 'Aktuh and Melota' this tunelessly? Observe....=/\=
The computer listened patiently and, several ear splitting minutes later, declined to unlock itself just as patiently.
[Tags/End for Niac!]
================================
Fleet Captain Karrod Niac
Commanding Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
V239509GT0
Niac: Sit. I'm glad to have you with us...the Alpha Isles presents a broad selection of security issues for the Ronin and the Chief can use all the help they can get. I'd encourage you to review some of the ships previous engagements to familiarize yourself with what we've faced since coming to this region several years ago.
The part of him that was Horvu, that would forever be an Ensign on the first day in the fleet, empathized with the young man facing his CO for the first time. The rest of Niac's chorus of minds was more bemused as Rostil suggested several polite forms of torture he'd used on various restaurant staff over the years. Karrod poked a thumb into his gut to quiet the din of minds and refocused on the anxious new officer.
Jace: Yes, sir. Thank you for the opportunity to serve aboard this beautiful ship. It is a dream of mine. I will make sure to study and read over the previous engagements. You won't regret approving my request to join your ship.
Karrod could all but feel the genuine excitement radiating off the Ensign, an earnest eagerness that very nearly brought a smile to his face. He stifled the expression but one of the corners of his lips curled in amusement and complete disregard for his authority.
Jace: Captain... if I may add, my tardiness today was not representative of the discipline I expect of myself. I take my duties very seriously. Starfleet represents the ideals I have spent my life working toward. Being assigned to the Ronin, especially after requesting the posting, means a great deal to me.
Something about the Ensign's words gave him pause and Karrod had a moment of odd insight. The Ronin had been under his command for long enough to have developed a reputation for itself, for stories about the ship and its exploits to spread far beyond the borders of the Isles and the people they've been fortunate enough to aid. It hadn't been that long ago, to him at least, that he'd considered retiring from the service, but that had been before Niac...and the second chapter of his career. One he was proud of. One he could no longer imagine his life without. He'd added to the legacy of a ship with a storied history.
Just as he was growing confident this Ensign would.
Niac: Thank you Ensign...the fleet means a great deal to me as well...but I've never served aboard a vessel quite like the Ronin. I'm proud to say we've developed something very special here...and because of it we've been able to do some truly incredible things together. Bear that in mind as you meet your new colleagues...learn to trust them as I have and you'll be doing some of those incredible things yourself in no time.
He gestured towards the ships crest hanging proudly on the wall adjacent to his desk.
Niac: 'When you go home, tell them of us and say; For your tomorrow, we gave our today.' Those words have become a rallying cry for this crew...and a promise. That's the dedication this crew brings to a mission...to the worlds we serve, and the people who need us. I can't promise this tour of duty will be easy...but I can promise it'll be meaningful.
He straightened slightly in the chair again, his posture still respectful but no longer rigid.
Ryen: If there are any particular security concerns in the Alpha Isles that you feel I should prioritize studying, Captain, I would welcome the guidance.
Karrod took another long look at the ships crest and he gave it a small nod of respect before answering.
Niac: There are two primary threats in the sector at the moment, the Lattice Alliance and the Consortium. One is an fractious alignment of expansionist xenophobes who have decided the only thing they hate more than each other is everyone else. The other is a brutally unscrupulous criminal organization with nearly unlimited resources who never the less seem intent on squeezing more out of the Isles and keeping it for themselves. I'll leave it to you to figure out which is which. Beyond that we've run across everything from Pah'Wraith worshipers meddling with time to homicidally insane colonial administrators. Oh and if a Ferengi Psychotherapist by the name of Gott contacts you with his special 'newly traumatized' discount package, I'd recommend avoiding it.
Ryen: Response
Karrod chuckled a bit dryly.
Niac: It's a fair question, you did happen to catch up with us while the ship was on leave. Deep Space Thirty Three is our main staging base in the region, just on the inside of Federation space adjacent to the Isles themselves. It has gotten a number of substantial defensive upgrades over the last few years as the threat of the Lattice Alliance grew but ultimately it's meant to be a diplomatic platform...or so the Ambassador who commands the station would like us all to believe. So far the Alliance hasn't been...receptive to the idea.
Ryen: Response
Karrod considered the Ensign, considered how long ago it felt since he'd stood nervously in front of a CO for the first time, a shiny new pip on his collar and absolutely no idea what the stars had in store for him. There was a small pang of envy from somewhere deep within that had nothing to do with Niac.
Niac: Make good use of this downtime Mr. Ryen...our moments of relative relaxation don't tend to last long. Make sure you check in with Sickbay and our Counseling staff while you have the time but don't sequester yourself aboard. Avail yourself of the opportunity to see somewhere new...you can bring a tricorder down to the planet if scanning something would help you relax...because when the call comes, the Ronin answers. Always. For their tomorrows, Ensign Ryen. Welcome aboard the Ronin.
Ryen: Response
Karrod smiled and nodded a dismissal as the Ensign turned and headed through his doors, taking his first steps towards a greater unknown. He smiled to himself as he turned back to his desk terminal, convinced he'd figured out a way to bypass its tangled web of security lockouts.
Niac: =/\= Computer...if I was deceased, could I sing the chorus of 'Aktuh and Melota' this tunelessly? Observe....=/\=
The computer listened patiently and, several ear splitting minutes later, declined to unlock itself just as patiently.
[Tags/End for Niac!]
================================
Fleet Captain Karrod Niac
Commanding Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
V239509GT0
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