Commander Toryn Raga - Ronin Strong, Remember That
Rameses
((Corridors near 47 Lounge, Starboard Catamaran, USS Ronin - Lolagi IV))
Raga: I’ll never not be surprised at just how much Human culture seems to appeal to just about everyone. Between Klingons citing Shakespeare and planets full of gangsters I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s civilizations outside our galaxy that are telling each other paternal jests.
Kel: I heard there's actually a space Scotland. They whole culture has been replicated on Caldor.
Toryn crouched down beside Mork from Ork and smiled at the canine. He let it sniff his hand if it wanted and glanced at V’Len. Then he felt the absolute drench of the tongue from the canine as it licked his hand.
Kel: Sorry about that.
Toryn smirked and waved it off, with the dry hand.
Raga: Shall we see if we can coax your friend here to the lounge?
((47 Lounge, Starboard Catamaran))
The 47 lounge was as stunning as always. With the central pagoda that rose up nearly the full three decks of the space, it stopped about a meter short of the ceiling, the zen garden around the base and the troughs of water with koi swimming through them it was always soothing. Tables and booths filled most of the space. The booths were the area where one could sit and be served, while other sections near the replicators were there for anyone who just wanted to grab something and eat without the restaurant atmosphere.
Having found a table they left the Orkish Mork beneath it and ventured to said replicators. While there he heard one of their new Ensigns approach and nodded to them.
Kel: Chili Dog with cheese no onions and a root beer.
Raga: Spiced longfish curry and an Al-Leyan spiced tea with saza berry.
Toryn watched the new Ensign almost collide with V’Len.
Kel: Ensign Ryen. Feel free to join Commander Raga and I if you like.
Raga: ::nodding:: The more the merrier. ::he smiled::
Toryn held back the smirk that the prolonged stare from the Vulcan had given him. He could always tell who’d never met an Al-Leyan before.
Ryen: I would like that, Commander. ::Nodding before stepping up to the Replicator: Computer, one plomeek soup. Moderate temperature and a glass of water, chilled.
Toryn took his own tray of food and carried it over to the table the canine was already half asleep beneath.
Kel: ::sheepishly:: Sorry about that.
Ryen: ::Carefully:: Thank you Commanders, I would be honored.
Raga: Mind the guest beneath the table when you sit.
Kel: finishing a sip of root beer:: That is Mork from Ork.
Ryen: ::blinks once, then looks between them:: Mork, from Ork.
Toryn chuckled.
Ryen: ::more quietly, almost testing the logic of it:: I assume there is a story behind that designation, sir.
Toryn dug into the spiced curry. The aroma was just strong enough for him to note, which meant it had to have been overpowering for everyone else at the table. He probably should have gone with something sweet instead of spicy.
Ryen: As you both know, I am Ensign Jace Ryen. It is a pleasure to meet you both.
Raga: Cool winds greet you, Ensign Ryen. I’m sure you already know, but I’m Commander Raga. I assume you know our resident Trilldorian seeing as how he was in command of the ship during the recent mission?
Kel/Any: Response
While the Ensign seemed to be investigating his meal, Toryn spotted one of their Marine contingent on approach and nodded towards the Quartermaster.
Knight: Since we’re doing introductions, gentlemen, my name is Gunnery Sergeant Gideon Knight, the Ronin’s Quartermaster. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you yet; that Major keeps me busy. ::he put a hand on the side of his mouth and leaned in, almost a whisper :: …also a bit of a slave driver. ::he winked::
Toryn’s brow raised in that vulcanoid way as he looked up from his curry towards Knight. It was amusing how often people seemed to forget how sharp his hearing was.
Ryen: Gunner Sergeant. ::inclines his head slightly:: A pleasure.
Raga: I shall be sure to inform the good Major of your opinion about her leadership. I imagine it’s been a while since the entirety of the flight deck was scrubbed by hand. Wouldn’t you agree, V’Len?
An entirely mischievous smirk curled one corner of his lips that he directed towards Kel.
Kel/Any: Response
Ryen: I have only just come aboard, Commanders. I am still acclimating to the Ronin. She is a beautiful ship, though, and I can see myself being very happy here.
Knight: Welcome aboard, then. I came aboard last shore leave, and I’m still developing my system down with the Ronin, as I had to make adjustments. The USS Chiahoga was an old Excellsior II Class, one of the last few remaining, and I’m pretty sure she’s getting decommissioned.
Jace gave a small, thoughtful nod.
Ryen: An Excelsior II Class ::a faint note of recognition crosses his face:: I studied their refits at the Academy. They were designed for longevity. It is unfortunate to hear one may be nearing the end of its service. Though I imagine transitioning to the Ronin presents... new efficiencies.
Raga: Well, welcome aboard Ensign. She’s as beautiful and fierce as they can build them. And she’s seen more than her fair share of battles. Not surprising since we’re in a warzone.
Kel/Any: Response
Knight: I’m one of the very few Kerlians to join the Marines. Well, for one, our gravity is heavier than most worlds, so the only time I get to feel the gravity is at home, is in my personal quarters. But if someone who is not from a world such as ours, I would accommodate. This also makes me stronger than the average humanoid.
Toryn’s brow raised slightly. He had forgotten that Knight was Kerlian. Which, aside from Toryn’s family that was on board, meant he was the only other person here that he could recall offhand from a high-G world.
Ryen: That would suggest increased bone density and muscular development. A significant physiological advantage in both strength and endurance. Though I imagine operating in lower gravity environments requires a degree of control to compensate.
Raga: Quite. While I can’t speak for the Gunny beyond the fact that he hasn’t broken anything to my knowledge, we also have to contend with having a higher mass than most. Suffice it to say, the average Starfleet issue chair isn’t exactly rated for such bulk. And I don’t know about the Gunny, but the atmosphere on the ship isn’t quite the same as home. My quarters have their own environmental and gravitic systems so my family and I can spend at least a portion of the day in our natural environs.
Toryn was also curious to know if the Gunny had similar asthmatic issues from the lower gravity and thinner atmosphere that they lived in on the ship. He hadn’t seen him with a hypo or inhaler so he assumed the atmosphere of his homeworld was closer to Earth standard than Leya-I.
Kel/Any: Response
Knight: Oh, the sub? There was a little sub shop in San Francisco that made the best Italian Subs in the quadrant, trust me, the Marines run on their bellies. ::he chuckled::
Toryn chuckled at that.
Ryen: I have not yet had the opportunity to explore much of Earth's regional cuisine.
Raga: It’s diverse like any world but most of it’s too bland for my liking. However that’s not through any fault other than my species diminutive sense of taste and smell. Cajun food is nice, but mild. And ghost peppers make a good snack from time to time. ::he nodded::
Kel/Knight/Any: Response
Toryn savored the longfish curry through several bites before he replaced the spoon into the rice and picked up the mug beside the plate. Wisps of steam arose from it as he brought it up to cradled in his hands a moment.
Ryen: If I may return to an earlier point. Mork from Ork. I would be interested in understanding the origin of that reference.
Raga: Ah, an example of Terran culture’s pervasiveness. ::he grinned at Kel::
Kel/Knight/Any: Response
Ryen: What would you say is the most important thing for a new officer to understand about this crew?
That was a good question and one that he was glad the Ensign was curious about. When the Vulcan glanced briefly toward Knight, Toryn took a sip from his tea to wash down his meal.
Ryen: The Marines seem to value adaptability and resilience.
Then the Ensign looked toward Kel and Toryn.
Ryen: But the Ronin as a whole appears to operate with a great deal of cohesion. I would prefer not to be the variable that disrupts that.
Raga: Very astute, Ensign. A significant part of that cohesion, aside from our Starfleet training, is due to the sheer amount of conflict this crew has faced. Between the Lattice Alliance and the Consortium our crew has been in more battles than most in a short order. We’ve had to repel boarders multiple times and while the rest of the fleet more or less was facing the Borg during Frontier Day, we, along with the Khitomer’s crew defended Deep Space Thirty Three from the Alliance. Shared adversity and reliance on one another is why this crew is as close as we are. We’ve given more than a few todays for other’s tomorrows. ::he sat back in his seat slightly, mug in hand in front of him:: It can be summed up even beyond our ship’s official motto, to the one not on our commissioning plaque. Ronin strong.
Kel/Knight/Ryen/Any: Response
Toryn sipped slowly from his mug and enjoyed the savory and sweet mix of the spiced tea and the Saza berries.
Raga: Trust in your Academy training and learn from your colleagues. The rest just takes time. That being said, if you haven’t I would read through the ship’s database on our run ins with the Alliance and Consortium. Particularly about the latter’s spiderbots. They vary but the smallest is Mork’s size and all of them are deadly. I also recommend you keep up with your phaser qualifications. Given our past experiences everyone needs to be able to handle one competently since our foes don’t have any qualms about firing on anyone. Since you’re Security, you understand I’m sure.
Kel/Knight/Ryen/Any: Response
The Al-Leyan offered a smile. Were the Ensign not Vulcan, or at least half, he’d be concerned about having scared him with that.
Raga: We’ve had our fair mix of surprises that didn’t involve fighting either. Let’s just say, we’ve had a visit from Temporal Investigations Department. And explored a few phenomena as well. I for one hope this recent encounter of yours while the Captain and I were away doesn’t result in TID lurking through the corridors again. If they do, I'm sending them to you, Commander. ::he chuckled::
Kel/Knight/Ryen/Any: Response
The Al-Leyan set down his mug and scooped up a quick bite of longfish curry and devoured it before he dabbed his mouth with a napkin.
Raga: We even have a Starfleet Ranger on board. Though, I imagine now that we’re on leave again Osiris might disembark for a while. Since he’s the only one in the Isles, he can only stay on board for so long and still be effective. He’s little more than extra Security here. Speaking of, I’m curious why you chose Security as your Prote, Ensign? ::he quickly clarified:: Was that your first choice of duty assignment?
Kel/Knight/Ryen/Any: Response
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Commander Toryn Raga
First Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
Writer ID: A239410TR0
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