USS McNAir - Chief Tactical Officer's Quarters [archive]
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				Title: <strong>USS McNAir - Chief Tactical Officer's Quarters [archive]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 05:42:07</strong>
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				Karn rematerialized on the McNair's Transporter pad in what appeared to be a blink of the eye. He knew that wasn't true, he knew it took seconds and possibly minutes to reinitialize his scattered atoms, his belongings and his precious Targ "Gurk" but, it still felt like it. He was still a little miffed at being assigned to a Science vessel but, he'd had two days and an obnoxious amount of both real alchohol and synthohol to get over it. He was sober and he'd gone the second day without so much as a drink, just to be safe. He didn't want a reprimand on his report the very first day of his new assignment. <br><br>The visit with Avalona had been a surprise, and a welcome one. He hadn't expected her to say what she had, he smiled as he remembered the words she had used in Klingon. "Victory will be yours Lieutenant Karn Ju'lan D'grulok.&nbsp; And welcome aboard the USS McNair." She'd caught him off-guard. Again. A part of him was frustrated at that but, another part of him, a bigger part of him now, didn't really mind so much. It seemed like she understood how he felt, more so than alot of people. She hadn't said anything to him about being a species other than Human but, he couldn't dismiss the possibility. It would explain alot.<br><br>He stepped off the Transporter Pad and walked over to the wall panel "Computer. Direct me to my quarters."<br>A moment later a synthesized female voice spoke <em>"Karn Ju'lan D'Grulok, Cheif Tactical Officer. Your Quarters are located on Deck 2, section 5. Room number 17."</em><br><br>His Targ, Gurk, snorted and growled, obviously wanting to be released from it's prison. Karn just smiled and walked out the automatic doors. A short time later he entered his room, threw his belongings on the bed, changed into his Star Fleet uniform, and placed his weapons save for the Star Fleet Phaser in an orderly manner on his desk and his armor on his bed. Then he let his pet out and headed for the Captain's Ready Room after placing a level one security force field on the door, that was voice printed to him alone, for safe keeping. He didn't want anyone ending up on the wrong side of Gurk's jaws after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNAir- Cheif Tactical Officer's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 23:18:50</strong>
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				Returning to his Quarters from having his fill of food and drink in the Crew Lounge, he disabled the security protocols on his door and stepped inside. His Targ, Gurk, was asleep at the foot of the door, it's drool making a puddle on the floor beneath it's head. Karn bent his knees and ruffled the animal's fur between it's eyes, so that it had time to take in his scent so as not to startle it. Gurk awoke a few moments later and snorted in derision. He really didn't like being cooped up in his quarters. Karn didn't blame him, the quarters smelled that new ship smell. It stank to the Klingon. He'd get used to it though, like he had done with so many other things.<br><br>He picked the quickly drifting Targ up and carried him to the foot of his bed and laid him down. Then Karn laid down and went to sleep almost immediately, forgetting to replace the level 1 security protocols on his door.
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