Quote:: Bridge | USS Lirpa ::Executive Officer's Log, Stardate... Whatever
It's been pretty quiet on the station these past two months. Commander Jyur was poisoned by the Romulan Free State operative and is laying the now in a coma, from which Doctor Xiiv doesn't know when he will wake up, the sadness of it. There was almost a huge battle with the Romulans, which would have been alot of fun, but Starfleet sent some ships out here and they tucked their green tails between their legs and ran off. Hopefully they'll come back and we can give them what they've got coming.
Command of the Station has been left tae me, which I don't care for at all. There's padds stacked up in me office like a great mountain of boring. I hate it so I do. Anyways, it's been a long time since I've been off the place, so I've left that new Security guy in charge and we're going for a patrol with the Lirpa. We'll be back in a week or so. I'm sure the padds will have made like Tribbles by then.
Bringing the Lirpa out on patrol had been one of Kyan's better ideas in recent memory. His memory anyway. The Security Chief, who was now tasked with running the station until they returned hadn't been too keen on the idea... but then he wasn't in charge, was he? Besides, what was the use of having a ship if it collected space dust moored to the station all the time? They'd been out for a day and a half now, and although the ship hadn't run into so much as a space amoeba, it was still better than being stuck on the station and visiting Jettis every day in the infirmary. Kyan didn't like the fact that his commander was laid up in there and him powerless to help. This trip, moreso than anything else was a chance to put that situation out of mind for a few days. And who was to know? By the time they got back, Jettis might be awake again.
On the other hand, It was good to change up the routine. He'd always preferred being on a moving ship to the station anyhow, able to plot a course and go somewhere rather than being in the same place all the time. In addition to which, the best adventures always seemed to happen when he found them, and not the other way around. Before they'd left the station, Kyan had gone to the Bajoran temple to ask their gods for a small bit of adventure on the mission. Nothing too serious. Maybe a run in with the Syndicate or a band of rogue Jem'Hadar. Something small.
As he looked around the bridge, Kyan spied Xasik and Sirol at the science stations monitoring... whatever science types monitored. He was happy that the Reman scientist had agreed to come along. Since getting promoted,, he hadn't been able to see as much of him as before, which was more irritating than he thought it would be. Of course Gideon Drake was at the helm, seemingly feeling better than he had after his girlfriend left, which was good. Kyan hoped the lovesick grup was actually better and not just following his lower brain after some girl again. He made a mental note to ask after that later.
Doctor Xiiv had come too, having decided that Jyur would be ok in the care of her staff back on the station. And their new Diplomatic Officer was along as well... in case there was a need for some diplomacy. Kyan hadn't had much opportunity outside of the normal routine to get to know the little blue St'ia'tch. But from his brief interactions with him, he figured that he would end up liking him. He wasn't a typical Starfleet diplomat, which was a relief.
And speaking of relief....
"Mister Drake." Kyan called out, rising from his chair. "I gotta go to the head. You have the bridge. Dinnae wreck the ship."