Flt. Capt. Karrod Niac - Cybernetic Purgatory
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Karrod Niac
Mar 9, 2026, 11:27:32 PMMar 9
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Ready Room, Deck 3, USS Ronin))
When he'd left the ship in V'Len's more than capable hands, he'd imagined quite a few things were possible when he returned to the Ronin. They'd ranged from the mundane to the extraordinary, from the disastrous to the serendipitous and covered all manner of things in between.
What they hadn't covered...or even guessed at...was a version of him popping across from another universe and then promptly exploding for all the ship to see. And record. And note in a computer system that was famously moody and paranoid after decades of security upgrades, some of which hadn't entirely worked.
Wren: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
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Fleet Captain Karrod Niac
Commanding Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
V239509GT0
When he'd left the ship in V'Len's more than capable hands, he'd imagined quite a few things were possible when he returned to the Ronin. They'd ranged from the mundane to the extraordinary, from the disastrous to the serendipitous and covered all manner of things in between.
What they hadn't covered...or even guessed at...was a version of him popping across from another universe and then promptly exploding for all the ship to see. And record. And note in a computer system that was famously moody and paranoid after decades of security upgrades, some of which hadn't entirely worked.
So he'd spent the last several minutes debating the finer points of security protocol with his currently inactive desk terminal. It blatted in the decidedly negatory once again and Karrod scowled at it as he wondered if the amount of time it would take him to replace the terminal would make phasering it into small pieces worthwhile. He took a breath and tried, once again, to get the damn thing to unlock.
Niac: Computer. Identify me.
Computer: =/\= Biometric identification match for Niac, Karrod, Fleet Captain. Authentication Code? =/\=
Niac: Authentication Niac Bravo Niner Niner Charlie Able Four Seven, clearance level twelve.
Computer: =/\= Authentication code accepted. Identity verified. Please state query. =/\=
Niac: Computer, state current CO of the USS Ronin and their status.
Computer: =/\= The current commanding officer of the USS Ronin is Fleet Captain Karrod Niac. Fleet Captain Niac was killed on stardate 240301.09. =/\=
Karrod bit back a sarcastic response and tried to logic his way out of this problem. He bitterly regretted the absence of any readily available Vulcans at the moment, even if he felt a flair of phantom bite pain on his lower legs.
Niac: Computer...how can I be positively identified as Fleet Captain Karrod Niac if Fleet Captain Karrod Niac has been declared dead?
The computer ground away on this for a few long moments and Karrod thought he might actually be getting somewhere when his terminal finally blatted a negative yet again.
Computer: =/\= Please restate query. =/\=
Karrod growled and pressed a hand to his temples and seriously considered damaging Starfleet property when the chime to his office door rang out.
Wren: =/\= Hello? Captain? =/\=
He pushed the terminal away and pinched the bridge of his nose before barking at the air.
Niac: Enter!
A young woman he didn't immediately recognize stepped into his office in a brightly colored dress and stepped somewhat hesitantly to the opposite side of his desk, looking like she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to be there. At the moment he didn't blame her...and as he glared at the terminal, realized he shared the sentiment.
Wren: I’m Ensign Delphina Wren. I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself to you properly before…. Everything. It’s nice to meet you
Niac offered his brief but crystal clear memory of a personnel file he'd reviewed while traveling back on the Kurosawa and he was able to fit the name to a face he'd only seen wearing a Starfleet uniform. He offered the young woman a smile and gestured towards the chairs on the other side of his desk.
Niac: Ah, Ensign Wren...I suppose I'm a bit late in this but welcome aboard the Ronin. I've been told you performed quite well during your first mission with us...which I'd merrily confirm if I could actually log into my desk terminal sometime in the next few weeks.
He redirected a scowl towards the terminal but, sadly, the main computer was immune to his various glowers.
Wren: Oh, it still thinks you’re dead? That’s… odd. That should have been adjusted when we found out about it being a version of you from an alternate universe. Do you want me to take a crack at it?
He let out a huff of relief and gestured gladly towards the terminal.
Niac: By all means, although you may need a...
Even though she wasn't in a standard uniform she somehow produced a microspanner and had the access panel on the side of the terminal off in a few seconds, snaking a fiber optic cable to her padd with casual ease.
Niac: ...spanner. I can see why Chief Tucker likes you.
Wren: Any way you could hold up something that shows the current date? If I take your picture and upload it, along with a witness statement, it should go through.
Glancing around the desk, which V'Len had somehow kept remarkably tidy and suspiciously light on padds, he found no immediate proof of life the computer would accept.
Niac: Sadly I left my copy of the New Ferenginar Times on the Kurosawa...::he nodded towards the terminal:: do you think if I yelled at it a few more times that would help? It was certainly making me feel slightly better.
Wren: Response
Karrod chuckled as she tapped at the padd, trying to convince the ships computer that he was in fact amongst the living while Niac provided another memory from his time aboard the Kurosawa.
Niac: Ensign...Wren. Oh that's right. You wouldn't happen to have a brother named Modren would you? Medical officer?
Wren: Response
Karrod let out a small sigh and gestured back towards the chair.
Niac: Why don't you leave that for a minute...I suspect the computer will wait to judge my relative mortality for a while. So, this brother of yours, does he make a habit of disclosing the confidential information of the patients under his care or does he make a special exception just for his sister?
Wren: Response
Karrod put a hand up and shook his head.
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.
Niac: Computer. Identify me.
Computer: =/\= Biometric identification match for Niac, Karrod, Fleet Captain. Authentication Code? =/\=
Niac: Authentication Niac Bravo Niner Niner Charlie Able Four Seven, clearance level twelve.
Computer: =/\= Authentication code accepted. Identity verified. Please state query. =/\=
Niac: Computer, state current CO of the USS Ronin and their status.
Computer: =/\= The current commanding officer of the USS Ronin is Fleet Captain Karrod Niac. Fleet Captain Niac was killed on stardate 240301.09. =/\=
Karrod bit back a sarcastic response and tried to logic his way out of this problem. He bitterly regretted the absence of any readily available Vulcans at the moment, even if he felt a flair of phantom bite pain on his lower legs.
Niac: Computer...how can I be positively identified as Fleet Captain Karrod Niac if Fleet Captain Karrod Niac has been declared dead?
The computer ground away on this for a few long moments and Karrod thought he might actually be getting somewhere when his terminal finally blatted a negative yet again.
Computer: =/\= Please restate query. =/\=
Karrod growled and pressed a hand to his temples and seriously considered damaging Starfleet property when the chime to his office door rang out.
Wren: =/\= Hello? Captain? =/\=
He pushed the terminal away and pinched the bridge of his nose before barking at the air.
Niac: Enter!
A young woman he didn't immediately recognize stepped into his office in a brightly colored dress and stepped somewhat hesitantly to the opposite side of his desk, looking like she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to be there. At the moment he didn't blame her...and as he glared at the terminal, realized he shared the sentiment.
Wren: I’m Ensign Delphina Wren. I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself to you properly before…. Everything. It’s nice to meet you
Niac offered his brief but crystal clear memory of a personnel file he'd reviewed while traveling back on the Kurosawa and he was able to fit the name to a face he'd only seen wearing a Starfleet uniform. He offered the young woman a smile and gestured towards the chairs on the other side of his desk.
Niac: Ah, Ensign Wren...I suppose I'm a bit late in this but welcome aboard the Ronin. I've been told you performed quite well during your first mission with us...which I'd merrily confirm if I could actually log into my desk terminal sometime in the next few weeks.
He redirected a scowl towards the terminal but, sadly, the main computer was immune to his various glowers.
Wren: Oh, it still thinks you’re dead? That’s… odd. That should have been adjusted when we found out about it being a version of you from an alternate universe. Do you want me to take a crack at it?
He let out a huff of relief and gestured gladly towards the terminal.
Niac: By all means, although you may need a...
Even though she wasn't in a standard uniform she somehow produced a microspanner and had the access panel on the side of the terminal off in a few seconds, snaking a fiber optic cable to her padd with casual ease.
Niac: ...spanner. I can see why Chief Tucker likes you.
Wren: Any way you could hold up something that shows the current date? If I take your picture and upload it, along with a witness statement, it should go through.
Glancing around the desk, which V'Len had somehow kept remarkably tidy and suspiciously light on padds, he found no immediate proof of life the computer would accept.
Niac: Sadly I left my copy of the New Ferenginar Times on the Kurosawa...::he nodded towards the terminal:: do you think if I yelled at it a few more times that would help? It was certainly making me feel slightly better.
Wren: Response
Karrod chuckled as she tapped at the padd, trying to convince the ships computer that he was in fact amongst the living while Niac provided another memory from his time aboard the Kurosawa.
Niac: Ensign...Wren. Oh that's right. You wouldn't happen to have a brother named Modren would you? Medical officer?
Wren: Response
Karrod let out a small sigh and gestured back towards the chair.
Niac: Why don't you leave that for a minute...I suspect the computer will wait to judge my relative mortality for a while. So, this brother of yours, does he make a habit of disclosing the confidential information of the patients under his care or does he make a special exception just for his sister?
Wren: Response
Karrod put a hand up and shook his head.
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: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
================================
Fleet Captain Karrod Niac
Commanding Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
V239509GT0
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