Welcome to Star Trek Simulation Forum

Register now to gain access to all of our features. Once registered and logged in, you will be able to contribute to this site by submitting your own content or replying to existing content. You'll be able to customize your profile, receive reputation points as a reward for submitting content, while also communicating with other members via your own private inbox, plus much more! This message will be removed once you have signed in.

Sign in to follow this  
Followers 0
Arrenhe tr'Khev

The hrini

After ambling into his quarters, Arrenhe slipped out of his duty uniform and into his favorite casual wear: a loose, flowing button-down shirt and matching pants, both made of very fine silk. He sat down at the panel, and began recording a personal log.

 

--- Record On ---

 

What a mess! I realize assasination isn't exactly unheard of in Galae, but it's absolutely ridiculous. While in my short time here I have already heard rumors about the command staff, and very little of it is flattering, I have also heard some of the exploits of this ship. I suppose results don't matter much when ambition calls.

 

After I was relieved of duty, I headed to my quarters for the first time since dropping my bags off there earlier. Even after going through the Phi'lasasam, I'm still not accustomed to this type of quartering. I guess I am just spoiled, though that's also not unheard of in a Rihanha.

 

My first opportunity to fly this behemoth went well while the we were in motion. After we stopped and the senior staff went to their meeting, I once again found myself in my head, working on Heis'he. While I'm pleased with how it's progressing, I shall have to finish it before it finishes my career.

 

Elements, there will be trouble yet, I fear. So long as I don't get caught in the middle of it, that's all I can hope for.

 

I guess I'll unwind a bit now.

 

--- Record Off ---

 

He went over and extracted from one of his bags a beautiful hrini: made of platinum with real mirhwen darhhan for the strings. He walked over to and then sat in the chair once again. With an experimental strum of the strings, he was delighted to discover that it was still in tune after all of the hustle and bustle of the last week.

 

Closing his eyes for a moment, a small lopsided smile on his face, he then began to play. The music from the hrini wafted out of tr'Khev's quarters, a sweet, lilting melody that certainly didn't match the mood of the ship. Shortly thereafter his voice, a rich tenor, accompanied the instrument.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!


Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.


Sign In Now
Sign in to follow this  
Followers 0