[Captain' Quarters - Deck Two - USS Chimera NCC 96899-C]
"Are you done yet?" Came the call from the living room area of Cropa Rojac's quarters. Rayna Dior sounded annoyed.
"No." Cropa replied. "But only a few more reports to read." He called back from the desk in the small corner of the bedroom that served as a second office. He and Rayna retired to the same room the night before after the Awards Ceremony, and a trip to the Bluenote on the Promenade. It was one of the best evenings the young Captain had enjoyed in a while - despite the fact he woke up at 0500 out of habit and began reading through the various reports.
"You said that half an our ago, Cropa." Rayna said, now standing in the doorway. "You know you're not supposed to work so hard on Shore Leaves."'
Cropa smirked as his darted his eyes over the top of the current padd he was reading toward the scantily clad woman at the threshold. She was wearing one of his button-up tunics that went down to the top of her well-toned and tanned thighs, a pair of sandals, and little else. Her dress uniform was still on the floor beside the bed. "Captains do not get shore leaves Not in times of war."
"But seriously," She wined, exageratingly, "0500!? That is ridiculous."
"It's 0900 somewhere." Cropa replied, turning his attention back to Lieutenant Jardan's summary of the prisoner transfer - his last report as the Chimera's Chief of Security before hurrying of to his next assignment on the battlefront. The Romulan and Breen troops had been escorted to UNITY's brig and were scheduled to be interrogated later in the afternoon. So far that had given little information: their names, ranks, and assignments.
Somehow, Cropa had missed it when Rayna deftly exited the room and didn't notice until she reappeared with a plate of breakfast in hand.
"Here, Capitan." She said in her best spanish accent (an accomplishment for a half-bajoran/half-betazoid), "grits, scrambled eggs, and sausage. A southern North American favorite."
"Oh!" Cropa replied in surprise. "Geez, thanks." He took the plate from her lender hands and set it down atop his desk. Se perched herself on the corner of the bed and studied him intently a she brought spoonful of grits to his lips. He chuckled a bit a he realize she was staring, and after swallowing, asked her, "What?"
"What are you reading?"
"Lieutenant Jardan's last report." Cropa replied, cutting off a chunk of sausage with the side of his fork. "All of the prisoner have been successfully transferred to UNITY's brig. Medical reported in this morning that all critical cases have been transferred to UNITY' infirmary in the quarantine unit. And Captain Reese and Lieutenant Kroitzer are taking care of the weapons transfer this morning."
"Wow." Rayna replied, "Even in R&R, this ship never sleeps."
"No rest for the weary, my dear." Cropa replied. "And as such, the newly promoted Major Xerxes has sent me a note this morning that she is leaving the station on a personal matter, and that she will be in-touch shortly."
"A personal matter?" Rayna asked, obviously intrigued.
"Precisely." Cropa replied. "Our beloved Major has many of those, and its best to respect her privacy. She has quite a temper."
Rayna smiled, "No doubt that's why she has so many kills on her flight record."
"No doubt."
"So what about our new Security Chief?" Rayna asked. "Have you ever met him?"
"No." Cropa replied, after downing a swig from his orange juice. "I've only read his service record. I'm supposed to meet with him this afternoon."
"Anything else on the docket today?" She asked.
"Well, only to meet with the Taskforce XO." Cropa replied. "The Commodore is off station."
"What time?"
"0900."
"Well, then that leaves plenty of time." She said, standing up.
Cropa looked up, questioningly. "Plenty of time for what?" He asked her as she approached him, reaching out her hand.
"For our shower."
[End Log]
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
Lieutenant Rayna Dior
Chief Helm Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
