Star Trek: Starbase 777 - lt-cdr-lawson﹢lt-cdr-rakim

[D] After parking his fighter in the shuttle bay, Shane made his way down to his new quarters. Even though he wasn't part of fighter ops or even tactical anymore he wasn't gonna let a stranger mess with his baby, it had taken him years of tuning and tinkering to get his fighter just right. Plus he didn't want to loose his pilots qualifications while on 777, he never knew when they could come in handy. It felt weird knowing he would have a roommate again, he had only had his own quarters for a few months but it was definitely hard to go back to sharing. He placed his bag in his bedroom and unpacked his clothes in a rather somber ritual, Shane was going to miss his brief time on the rapture, and definitely miss being the 'Two Oxygen' as Rai had called it. After putting his clothes away he set about putting pictures up, several of them with his old squadrons, but no family photos Starfleet was his family, Shane made a mental note to get a holophoto with Rai and Xaran. He then placed his signed rugby ball and replica Rigel Cup on his workspace in the main room. With that done he flopped onto the couch. Though he couldn't chill out, just think about what could have been if starfleet didn't boot him and the crew off the Rapture. (edited)

After a while Shane got into some normal people clothes, grabbed his promised drinks and headed into the hallway toward the party.

From: Lieutenant Renakir Solait tr'Torre'vnau To: Lieutenant Commander Shane Lawson

Did something happen to my brother on Rapture? If it's some classified starfleet thing you don't have to tell me of course. I was just wondering if he had any enemies amongst the crew

From: Lieutenant Commander Shane Lawson To: Lieutenant Renakir Solait tr'Torre'vnau

Not as far as I know? Something could have happened during Kon-Tiki incident but I wasn't there in person. As for the crew I don't believe so, from my perspective everyone liked Rai myself included. Why do you ask? Did you notice something different about him when he came aboard 777?

From: Lieutenant Renakir Solait tr'Torre'vnau To: Lieutenant Commander Shane Lawson

Yeah, I think he may have gotten into a fight or been attacked. He has a giant bruise on his face which isn't like him at all, he's usually super obsessive about his appearance. I asked him about it and he looked pretty upset about it. I know I should respect his privacy, but i'm just worried that's all. I know he's not one to speak up if he's having problems with his crew mates, but if it resulted in violence I think it would be a good idea to bring it up with security.

From: Lieutenant Commander Shane Lawson To: Lieutenant Renakir Solait tr'Torre'vnau

Hmm I don't remember seeing a big bruise on Rai it must be recent enough. I think you're right to be worried, it speaks highly of you that you look out for your brother like this. It could be nothing, he might have idk walked into a bulkhead by accident it happens to the best of us, but if you do think it's out of the ordinary it might not be a bad idea to involve security they could probably give you better advice then I can as a tactical officer turned command desk jockey.

From: Lieutenant Renakir Solait tr'Torre'vnau To: Lieutenant Commander Shane Lawson

Okay thanks so much! Maybe it was walking into something, he can be clumsy. I remember he licked the ice sculpture and that messed him up for days, but he got over it. I think I'll try and ask him again, I don't wanna get security involved if he just lost a fight to a bulkhead, I think that may make him more embarrassed about it. Thanks for your help!

From: Lieutenant Commander Shane Lawson To: Lieutenant Renakir Solait tr'Torre'vnau

No problem, feel free to message me or drop by if you need any help or have any other questions. I didn't serve with Rai long but in the short time I did I counted him as a friend, I'd hate to see anything happen to him.

[D] After he'd initially managed to get lost, Rakim proceeded to make his way to his quarters after a stop over for food. The El-Aurian stepped through into the shared area of the quarters and after he'd worked out which door was his and headed out of the shared area and into his own quarters. Sure steps conveying him in there rapidly before he proceeded to slip his bag onto the bed in the room and, once the door closed behind him, started to get unpacked.

As he unpacked, Rakim proceeded to take each item from his bag and as he held them, allowed himself to remenisce over each of the memories they involved. Each item, some of them older than the foundation of this nation for which he now worked, things he'd decided to keep. Keep despite his memory being as good as it was. Something he occasionally despised. Each item placed in specific positions about the room, the El-Aurian pausing with each as he placed them. The one that held his attneion the longest being a simple PADD emblazoned with the symbol of the Pulchra. A old PADD, a PADD filled with pain. A PADD he tapped active for a moment as he called up a message and listened to the El-Aurian words for a second.

"Love don't try to come back, El-Aurian is falling, the Borg are coming."

He tapped the PADD back to inactive rapidly.

After the PADD had blessedly fallen into silence, Rakim settled it into a position near his bed and sighed. The EL-Aurian then, as he looked back at the PADD for a moment, turned and headed off into the shared area in search of the replicator and food.

As he exited his part of the quarters, he looked around and then headed over to the replicator.. "Red cherry tea with honey." He requested before he then proceeded to look around as he attempted to work out who he shared quarters with now. "Hmm." He hummed after retrieved the cup of Red cherry tea and enjoyed a sip of the calming blend. "Now...who might I be sharing with." Rakim asked the question of nobody in particular as he proceeded to take in the vista of the shared area and gamely attempted to work out bits and pieces about his room mate. (edited)

Speak of the devil! In walked Rakim's roommate. Shane was just after coming off shift, he had his uniform jacket open. His large shoulders sagged slightly, conveying how tired he was. Shane's new position clearly wasn't something he was overly fond of, and not being on a moving starship was really ruining his sleep. "Oh, hello?" Shane said when he noticed Rakim, he was slightly confused but it clicked after a second that Rakim must be his roommate.

The Lieutenant commander turned as he heard the door to the quarters open as someone entered. The El-Aurian's dark hued eyes fixing on the other after they spoke. "Hello, I assume you must be my room mate, I'm Rakim." The El-Aurian said as he introduced himself, the cup of red cherry tea with honey clasped in both hands as he watched the other with dark hued eyes who had seen too much. "I just transferred in on that ship that came in about a hour ago." (edited)

Shane walked closer to the centre of the room. Manners! Manners they were important right? "I'm Shane, nice to meet you." Shane wandered over to the replicator and ordered some Red Leaf Tea. "The Castor? Yeah I heard they were dropping off some people, you're a diplomatic attaché right?"

Rakim smiled then as he watched the other walk in closer to the center of the room. The El-Aurian, as he smiled, sipped his drink a moment before he proceeded to say. "Aye, just finished a 3 year stint on the Castor, saw a post had come up here so transferred." Pausing before he then nodded and confirmed. "Yep, have been for a while now."

"Served on the Poltava and the Prince before the Castor."

[D] After they conversed for a while longer, Rakim departed for his duties leaving his room mate to the remainder of their day.

[D] After his shift following the waffle house goodness, Rakim returned as he always did to his quarters. A routine he'd maintained on and off for centuries on many different ships and places in many different times in many different polities and stellar entities. He slipped inside movements smooth, fluidly silent as he navigated the shared area and stepped through the door. Stepped in and closed and privacy locked it behind him. Stepped inside and as his hand hovered near the pannel, reminded himself again there wasn't a button to press after he'd spoken. Reminded himself and headed to get changed, slipped into sleep wear before he fell into his too empty bed and tried to rest. Tried to catch some sleep before his next duty rotation arrived. Tried to sleep and groaned. Tossed and turned until finally it hit him. Hit him and tormented him with joy. With the sound of children's laughter, the pressure of a spine against his, the groan. The soft silk of a long lost friends voice. 'Dear wake up, it's your turn' A voice that snatched him out of it, ended what felt like a snatch of sleep as eyes snapped open. As he turned and found himself alone again. Alone and still struggling with sleep. "...I need a damned cushion or something." He groaned to himself, as he coughed away a lump in his throat.

[D] Sometime after his shift in which he helped prepare the conference room, a tired El-Aurian after having rested up allowed himself to get up. After he had permitted himself to do so and had slipped into his uniform, the chatroom checked briefly, Rakim slipped into his boots and proceeded put of the room with his PADD. Once out of his room and warmed with a light snack and coffee, Rakim walked out of the quarters and started down the senior crew corridor. "..Tribbles?" He'd softly murmured as he walked,incredulous.