Ensign R’Karr: New Digs
Mark P
((Quark’s (Franchise), Deep Space 14))
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The tune played in the background of the bar, though it hadn’t seemed to be working. The feline looked around at the empty tables; there were three other customers nursing their beverages. That was what, in fact, had attracted R’Karr to the locale in the first place. Quiet, unpopulated, and a place to be with his thoughts.
The drinks were more expensive and tucked away in a quieter end of the promenade; it certainly felt like whoever was the operator didn’t have the lobes for business, instead trying to cash in on the brand value alone. Claws clinked as he grasped the small glass of ale, underportioned of course, and took a sip.
The Thor. The Thor. The Thor. Why the Thor?
He was grateful in that he passed the final exams at the Academy, but everyone seemed to be more excited than him at his placement in the refitted Vesta-class ship. While they saw themselves as a powerhouse with a likely endless amount of opportunity to showcase their tactical prowess, he saw a distance from his clan that he hadn’t imagined until receiving his placement orders.
But, he was still as fresh as a newborn kitten in Starfleet’s eyes, so who was he to push back and request something different?
The few friends he had made, initially out of necessity to survive the academy, were spread across the Alpha, Beta and Delta quadrants, so there was the added element of starting from scratch.
A notification on their PADD flashed up, reminding him that the USS Thor would start processing crew changes en masse at 1100 and that he should start making his way there now based on the calculated distance and historical pace data it had on him.
((Time Skip))
((1300 Hours, Arboretum, Deck 5, USS Thor))
R’Karr had stowed his standard-issue duffel in the assigned quarters he’d received; apparently, the ship was spacious enough that he no longer needed to have a roommate, some silver lining at least.
He was now touring the ship until it was time for the first check-in with his chief; the walkabout was more to help reality sink in than to abate any excitement. As he was looking at some of the unique foliage, comprised of recent GQ discoveries, he collided with something, or rather someone.
Vharo: Response
R’Karr: I apologize.
In truth, he wasn’t sure he was to blame as he didn’t know who had collided into whom, but he’d learned it was better to proactively offer one up to head off any ill feelings.
R’Karr: Cadet- ::correcting himself:: Ensign R’Karr, Tactical Officer.
He extended the brown fur-tufted hand in their direction.
Vharo: Response
R’Karr: I…
He debated joining the Orion, though what else did he have to do, further wallow about his assignment?
R’Karr: Sure, I’ll join you.
Vharo: Response
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OOC: Face claim to follow ;)
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Ensign R'Karr
Tactical Officer
USS Thor
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