[Captain's Quarters - Deck Two - USS Chimera NCC 96899]
Cropa didn't look at the screen when he left the conference room. He had seen enough; enough to personally justify the war with Romulus in his own mind. Their use of thalaron weapons was a travesty of the 'honor' they claimed to hold so dearly. Rojac almost wished the Chimera as equipped with an array like the scimitars - if only to give the Romulans a taste of their own medicine. But then he would remember something his grandfather would tell him every time Cropa got in an argument. 'Take the high road.' He would say. At this point in time, Cropa Rojac was finding the high road quite difficult.
The young Captain entered his quarters and crossed immediately to his bedroom closet. He reached in and pulled out a standard away team jump suit and tossed it on the bed. His tunic was halfway over his head hen the door chimed.
"Come." He called, resuming his activity.
Lieutenant Rayna Dior appeared at his bedroom door. "You're being foolish, you know?"
Cropa turned to sit at the foot of the bed so he could take off his pair of slacks. "What gives you that impression, Lieutenant?"
"Don't get formal on me, Cropa." Rayna said defiantly. "You know very well what I'm talking about. Walters should be on that away team, a Captain is not supposed to partake in suicide missions."
Cropa remained silent as he pulled on the solid black jumpsuit with the red horizontal line running across the chest. He pulled the zipper shut up to his neck before slapping his palms on his knees. "Rayna, I need to go on this mission."
"Why?" She asked, her emotions showing plainly on her face. It was a far cry from the professional officer at the controls of the flagship of the First Taskforce. "You're supposed to make the XO lead away teams. Your too valuable to the fleet."
"I may a promise, Rayna." Cropa replied. "I am not leaving Cortez to die on that station, nor any other of my marines on that station." He stood up, defiantly. "THey are my men, my crew, and I will not let them down."
Rayna took a deep breath and wiped a tear from her eye. After a quiet moment he stood and draped her arms atop his tall shoulders, laying her head against his chest. "You will be careful won't you?"
"If I say yes, will it make you feel better?" He asked with a smirk.
"Marginally."
"Then yes, I'll be careful." He kissed her forehead, then gently pushed her back. "Now chin up, Lieutenant. Major Walters is going to need a damned good helm officer at the controls."
She smiled, and snapped of a salute. "Aye sir." Then she leaned in for a kiss. She urned around as she headed out the door. "Just be back before dinner."
Rojac chuckled, then seated himself to pull on his combat boots. When he was finished, he entered the hallway and walked down to the waiting turbolift doors.
"Shuttle Bay One." He declared. The doors shut.
[End Log]
Captain Cropa Arnold Rojac
Commanding Officer
Lieutenant Rayna Dior
Flight Control Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
