Joint Personal Log - Lt Rotek, RAdm Waterhouse & Capt Diziara - "Lost and Confused"

Posted on Mon Jul 28th, 2014 @ 5:20am by Commander Amelia Waterhouse & Lieutenant Commander Rotek

1,083 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: In the Dark
Location: Klingon Station

=/\=Corridor, Klingon Space Station=/\=
Rotek cursed in Klingon as he turned another corridor and still couldn't find his way to his temporary quarters. The Jenev had been called away on a priority mission to a remote sector, and hadn't been able to rendezvous with the Vindicator to facilitate his transfer. Basically, he'd been dropped off on the station with a padd showing directions to a bunk, and information about when the ship would arrive to pick him up. Frustrated, he started down another hallway, hoping for luck. In the back of his mind he hoped he wouldn't run into any of the station's crew. He wasn't in the mood to have to prove his "Klingon heritage" at the moment.

A human man, 5'8" with silvery-blond slightly shaggy hair paced down the corridor with a taller woman, klingon-trill mix with flame red hair and a four inch advantage on the human she paced beside. Both wearing Starfleet uniforms. Their eyes landed on Rotek in unison, and a soft conversation passed between them in Federation standard before the man pulled ahead of the woman by half a pace as they approached.

"Everything okay?" the man asked in Klingon with a bit of a Terran accent. The woman giggled softly behind him, and he glanced over his shoulder at her.

Looking up, expecting it to be one of the station's ... rougher crew members, Rotek replied "I'm sorry sir. I guess I am lost. Forgive me for getting in your way. Have a good day." He normally wasn't so timid, but he was a bit ... fragile at the moment if he was being honest with himself, and he just wanted to find his bunk and try to sleep.

The man and woman exchanged looks, the man arching his eyebrow, and the woman tilting her head to the side.

"I didn't know Klingon was even capable of being that polite," the woman mused aloud in an accent free Klingon.

"Where are you headed?" the man asked, tripping over his words a little. The woman giggled again, drawing another look from him.

Sighing, he replied in Federation Standard "I am trying to find my temporary bunk sir. I have just arrived from my previous assignment and have been ordered to await pickup by my new ship." Pausing, he added "I was advised my bunk would be in Section J918, but they didn't tell me how to find that section sir."

"I didn't think my Klingon was that bad, Kitten," the man muttered to the woman, switching back to Federation Standard, and pouted slightly. The woman glanced at the section sign on wall. She rolled her eyes as she considered where they were and where section J918 was.

"I hope no one's actually given you directions, because you are absolutely on the wrong side of the station and if someone did, I'd recommend you go back and kick the ass of that dishonorable petaQ," she insisted, following the rest of conversation into Federation Standard. She patted the short man on the shoulder as she moved closer to Rotek. "My husband and I would be happy to guide you, if you'd like. I'm Diziara."

Nodding, he said "I'd appreciate any help you could provide." Realizing he hadn't properly introduced himself he added "I'm Lieutenant Rotek, soon to be Chief Medical Officer of the USS Vindicator."

"Vindicator, isn't that where Pond transferred?" Diziara mused to her husband, as she nodded to indicate the direction they were headed.

"Yeah, they're fleshing out the intel departments on ships with what's going on," he returned, falling in step in front of Rotek and walking backwards as he extended a hand. "Rear Admiral Corey Waterhouse, was head of Fighter design at Utopia Planitia... but we'll see what they do with me as things shake out."

Following the couple as they walked, Rotek's eye caught the pips on Diziara's collar and stiffened. He knew he would need to be on his best behavior with a Starfleet captain and an admiral. Clearing his throat he said "I appreciate the help sirs. I apologize for having to pull you away from your other duties sirs."

Diziara growled and grumbled softly, but otherwise held her tongue. That was exactly why she'd avoided including her rank in her introduction. If Corey hadn't said anything about his rank, Rotek might not have even noticed, especially since Corey eschewed the dress uniform so many Admirals wore all the time.

"You're like a peacock ever since you became brass," she accused her husband, and he snorted in amusement.

"Kitten, be nice. He's just trying to show you respect," Corey insisted, smiling at Rotek. "It's no trouble at all, we were just headed out to find dinner. Diziara insists on trying, yet again, to teach me to enjoy gagh. I don't anticipate it working out."

Smiling slightly, Rotek replied "Well thank you regardless sirs. I am looking forward to some dinner and rest as well. I'm hoping they have other food besides just gagh and bloodpie. I've never been a huge fan of those myself."

"You should join us for dinner. All the restaurants we've seen have been Klingon, but I've wrangled some replicator patterns I've brought with me to work with the Klingon systems. Then I can convince my wife to spare me the torture of Klingon cuisine," Corey insisted with a wide grin, then leaned close to speak in a stage whisper. "At least for one more night."

Nodding, he said "If you are sure it wouldn't be an imposition sir, then I accept the invitation. Perhaps after dinner you can provide me with proper directions to my bunk as well." Pausing he added "Also, its not that I don't appreciate the ... experience of eating Klingon cuisine. It's simply that it doesn't agree with my stomach very well."

"Oh no trouble at all, Diz and I try to enjoy handsome company when we can find it," Corey returned with a wink.

"I was looking forward to some properly prepared gagh," Diziara sighed. She wanted to say more, but she eyed her husband and kept quiet.

"You can go during my briefing tomorrow, then I can't embarrass you," Corey insisted.

Rotek was a bit shocked by the 'handsome' comment, but chose not to bring it up. He simply nodded, and followed them to their quarters.

=/\=End Log=/\=
Rear Admiral Corey Waterhouse
Head of Fighter Design Team
In Transition

Captain Diziara
Fighter Test Pilot
In Transition

Lieutenant Rotek
Chief Medical Officer
USS Vindicator

 

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