Rest for the tr'Wicked

[tr'Jeth Dabi 0]

The tall Rihan made his way to the make-shift office, still among trails of debris, though it was being cleaned up even as he passed through. He got into Interrogation room one, and shut the door behind him. He looked around at what Ronin set up for his office in disgust. He wasn't there to sleep, so the cot like soft on the back wall wasn't necessary. He opened the door and with the other hand grabbed the edge of the cot and with one good heave, left it in the middle of the hallway along with the rest of the mess, then returned to his make-shift office.

 

There was, however, one usable item in the room – the console. It was plugged with wires running from the open panels in the floor up to the frame, but it was usable. "He never claimed to be an engineer." Torate stood over the console, hunched, refusing to sit, while sending a group of memos out to Engineering, Operations, First Officer/Ambassador, giving updates on all things security.

 

The final memo was to Ronin, with strict orders that he was to work 9 hours, with a 30 minute break for nourishment, and the rest of the hours he was to spend sleeping no less than 7 hours, working out, and relaxing as the Lloann'na wished.

 

Torate knew he had to take some of his own medicine, after the Commander sent down the order. He knew how to be useful from his quarters and other 'relaxing' areas of the ship. He eventually found Sec Tech Bean, who finally was released from the Maeneks clutches, and had him stand guard, near where the security station was, complete with PADD and COM to take his 9 hour shift.

 

Sleep wasn't as highly rated for the Rihannsu, and Torate felt degraded being ordered to do such, but he knew when and when not to break orders.