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Mreh K'hal

Two Moods

NOTE: This fisrt part of this log takes place the night of the announcement of the new Excalibur C before the joint log with Cdr JoNs. The last part is the day after that meeting.

 

Two Moods, Two Days

Lt JG Mreh K'hal

 

As Mreh watched the now Commander JoNs retreat, he silently cursed Starfleet Personnel. Another opportunity with her lost due to an interruption. It seemed that it would take an act of Q to keep them together for more than five minutes, and he wasn't going to hold his breath for that. He'd just have to be stubborn and patient, if he could keep from blowing his lid.

 

Stalking out of the observation lounge, he headed to the pod where he had docked the runabout that he flew in to get to the shipyard. Since he had yet to sign it back in, not knowing that he'd be receiving a new assignment on a new Excalibur, the small craft was still his to use. He arrived, his mood boiling, and summarily programmed the runabout's transporter and therefore bypassed the lengthy line to get over to his new home. After transporting into the secondary transporter room, startling an Antares engineer in the process, he continued his ill-tempered walk, heading to the turbolift.

 

Mreh studied the PADD, scrolling down for his room assignment. He'd have a room to himself, which was a major bonus, and it was on deck three as well, so he wouldn't have far to go to work. Or to relax, as he remembered that the main lounge was on deck 5. He arrived at his room, keyed in through the computer, and then stood just inside the door, taking in the room.

 

It certainly wasn't a state room, but it would be comfortable, he thought. A small sitting area and workspace inside the doors, with a bedroom and bath through a doorway to the left. The combination certainly beat bunkbeds and a communal shower. The sitting area had one window in the angled exterior wall, and Mreh could see a Sphinx workpod buzzing around outside. The view would be considerably better later, he imagined, though he doubted he'd have much time to appreciate it.

 

Settling into one of the chairs, a snazzy little Carlyle style recliner in some sort of burgundy synth-leather, Mreh huffed out a breath. Here he was, sitting alone in his quarters when he should be talking with Left Ear. The first time, that Trill security chief pulled her away; the next, battle; then he was off to another ship; then his reassignment to the Excalibur was so short he hardly had time to blink; after that, they had only as long as it took for the announcement that the ship was decommissioned, and the Trill was trotting her off to work again before they all left for parts unknown. A reunion again, and finally a potential conversation, when wham! A curveball from the Personnel Office has her retreating to her quarters in shock. Just remembering it all had Mreh's ears flattened against his head and a growl rumbling in his throat. He wasn't a believer in fate, though at this point he was ready to assume something was conspiring against him, and if the ubiquitous Fate presented itself as a target, he'd take a swipe.

 

The scrunching sound of leather caught his attention just in time to retract his claws. It wouldn't do to puncture the furniture before the first day, or even hour of his residence had passed. Rising, he paced instead. Tonight's opportunity was probably shot. He could go look her up, but she'd no doubt be handling the acceptance of her new orders and contacting family. Popping in with a fifth wouldn't help any, he decided. Though it stretched his patience to the limit to wait one more time.

 

Tomorrow he'd find her, he thought. Assuming tomorrow would ever come.

 

***

 

Mreh was still in quite the happy mood as he purred his through a tour of the ship. Yesterday had been a very, very good day, so much so that he'd not even bothered checking out his station yet. Saving the bridge for last, he was coming up to it now. While he rode the turbolift from the Air Group hangers, he pondered over the fighters he had seen there. They were quite impressive, and though his primary concern was flying the mother ship, he could still have a fantasy or two of flying the fighters she carried. With a wistful sigh, he straightened as the turbolift slowed.

 

After the doors swished open, Mreh took a step out onto the outer ring of the bridge and his ears perked up. It was a breathtaking sight, the new bridge. All of the gleaming metal, the complimentary colors, and the same lush synth-leather that he had seen in his quarters and the lounge were present as well. The wood railing was polished and gleaming in the bright light, flickering occasionally with a reflection of movement from the front holoscreen that was activated with the foreward view. A few more steps in and Mreh gave the Captain's Perch a look.

 

"Corizon will feel right at home on that elevated throne," Mreh thought silently. Though he had to admit that it made more sense for the CO to have such a commanding view of the bridge instead of being nestled below the action as it was in other starship classes. Moving further inward, his attention wandered to what he was really looking for: the helm station.

 

Down below everything else, the helm station was tucked well forward onto the bridge below the other levels; no one above him would have to get on tip-toe to see over him to the viewscreen. The console itself was large, a rather squashed and deformed U, with a mobile chair in the center. Stepping down to the station level, Mreh walked over to it and ran a furry paw over the edge.

 

The main flight controls would be directly in front of the seat, with secondary controls and data on either side of that. The side spokes would have tertiary controls and customizable screens for whatever purpose suited at the time. Settling into the seat, Mreh tested the comfort of the chair as well as his reach to the various sections of the console. Being a little low, he adjusted the seat up a centimeter, and was satisfied. Swiveling slowly in his chair, he took stock of the view from his post.

 

He caught the glimmer of the platinum dedication plaque near the ready room doors and smiled. While on duty, he wouldn't get to see much but his console and the front holoscreen, so he wanted to soak it in now. He wondered how well the 360° holoscreen would work. For the same reasons, he doubted he'd make much use of it personally. If he tried to use it to fly the ship, no doubt he'd crash into something. Like most pilots, he was an instrument flyer. Hopefully they'd run across some particularly beautiful and rare nebula soon and he'd have a chance to admire the view while they were safely parked as they studyied it.

 

He turned back toward the front and sat back a minute, running a paw along the front edge and purring.

 

"Soon," he said softly. "Soon."

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