<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/Rondon.jpg)</div><strong>Comander Rondok<br/>Mess Hall<br/>Tagged: Empola</strong><br/><br/>Rondok nodded to the two doctors across the way.  He moved to recycle his mug and replicate a protine bar.<br/>He listened as the captain spoke, thought for a moment, then clicked his comunicator, "Lieutenant Alenis Maylene, Seargent DeRican, Miss Largran, Tisha, Ensing Greylin, and Ensing Sylvan, with me in Transporter Room Two within the in hour."  He pondered if protocal required some simpering alien platitude and was relieved to come to the conclusion that it didn't.<br/>He replicated another meal on the run--this one a seaweed cake.  Munching on the two snacks, Rondok made his way to the armory to take out a type one phaser--he wasn't terribly skilled with the weapon, but he didn't survive the dominion war by bringing his fists to a phaser fight.<br/>Of course, there were times when tackling a gem hedar point man was exactly the kind of insanity that could win the day.<br/>He refrained from a tri-corder.  He had experts for that.  The only tool a comand officer really needed in most situations was his comunicator.<br/>Making his way to the transporter room, he arived to find Antonio already cleaning his kit.  He nodded and stood by the wall panel that covered the pattern buffers in the 'at ease' stance, making it truly look like he was at his ease with his back straight and feet shoulder width apart.  He must outmass Antonio by 50 kilos of solid power.