Joint Sim - Plot Log || " Books and their Covers" || Part I || CO & CO || Capt Lansine & Capt Neyes

Posted on Fri Sep 13th, 2013 @ 7:34pm by Captain Landon Neyes

770 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Memorias Rotundum
Location: Starbase 001
Timeline: Immediately following "Usual Suspects"

=/\= Starbase 001 =/\=

After jostling his way through the crowds of hurried Starfleet personnel, hoards of refugees and a bewildered station staff, Lansine had finally managed to make it to the exterior docking ring. The Crazy Horse was waiting, and after a long stead off-ship he was ready to be reunited with his ship, hisReady Room, and his quarters.

Little did he know more reunions were in order.

From behind it looked like any other officer was irritated and scornful towards the food vendor, his plate of food in one hand, a pointing finger in the other. Lansine knew better, though, and the Trill's 'I'm-only-29-but-talk-to-you-like-I'm-700' attitude could be heard by everyone of this side of the docking area.

"Yamok-what?! Why would you put this on my spaghetti? This is EARTH."

"Well... almost," Rob jumped in and finished his estranged friend's belligerent sentence. "That's somewhere down there," he pointed through the deck plate. "I get confused sometimes too, though."

Neyes looked to his friend, still oddly boiled over his dinner. With a frown plastered on his face, he looked to Rob, then back at the vendor. "You. You are a very lucky man." The plate clamored against the counter as Landon let it drop. Without a second of hesitation the Trill reached out and grabbed Lansine, pulling him into a tight hug.

Landon hadn't felt quite so relieved to see anyone in quite a while. "You're alive." He said through the hug.

Rob embraced his close friend, "Barely."

For the first time since the attacks, and perhaps even before their departure to Sheyma, Lansine felt frighteningly mortal. He'd faced hell-crazed, zombified creatures, Cardassian weapon barrages and the dangers of warp core breach, but none of them elicited the kind of response that seeing his old friend had. "I doubt the Vindi has a scratch on her," Rob pulled away and looked Landon in the eyes. "That behemoth probably swallowed an entire Cardassian fleet on the way here."

Neyes cringed. While the Vindicator had her fair share of battle scars, he was hesitant to go into detail about the reasons she was beaten and battered. The Romulan attack was delicately political matter. He wasn't quite on board with telling anyone what actually happened, even his best friend.

"There are holes. Lost good people...," he let his friend go, patting him on the shoulder, "but we're ok. How's your crew? I didn't see a report on your mission. Something happen?"

Rob immediately sensed his friend's apprehension. Normally, Lansine could not read people. The emotions of others might as well be written in Breen.

Landon's, however, might as well be written in crayon. He'd known the other man sense his earliest days on the Intrepid, the same ship he'd nearly died on only a few thousands kilometers from their very spot. The two men had shared three vessels, four CO's and dozens of near-death experiences. Landon was the man who had sacrificed his own life in order to rescue Rob from Carida, Landon was the friend Rob had betrayed on SB Versaille. The two men shared a very deep relationship, a relationship filled with ups and downs, scrapes and bruises, but nevertheless, a hearty and steadfast respect for one another.

"Zombies and evil scientists. Nothing we haven't seen before," Rob said sarcastically. The statement, however, was strangely almost true.

"I don't Ops had a chance to record our final report," Rob's tone muted for a moment, recognizing the horrors that had befallen the planet below. "The fannecks made sure of that."

Neyes wanted to feel the same negativity toward the Cardassians as Rob. He wanted to be angry about the terrible destruction. The truth was, though, there was too much. Between the Romulans attacking his ship just to get a little ahead of the game, Starfleet turning their backs on him, and the annihiliation of millions of people on the surface of Earth, he just didn't know how to be mad. More so, he didn't know who to be mad at.

So he wasn't mad, simply put. He just wanted his crew to be safe.

"My chief engineer. He's Cardassian." Neyes said out loud. He looked out at the quad, trying to find a footing for why he said it.

Awkwardness filled the room for a moment. Lansine wasn't about to apologize for calling Cardassians what he deservedly believed them to be. They were scum. A tactless and soulless people, but he wasn't about to argue with his long-time friend, especially not in their current situation.

=/\= End Part I =/\=

Captain Robert Lansine
Commanding Officer
USS Crazy Horse

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Captain Landon Neyes
Commanding Officer
USS Vindicator

 

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