Avalon Fleet Yard, Promenade

Glinn Katell Danar stepped into the replimat, a grimace present on his face.  He has heard his new CO was rather green, and that did not sit well with the Cardassian at all.

He spotted her almost immediately after he started to search the crowd, a small human girl pouting over an empty bottle of, what was that? Rootbeer? What is she, twelve?  He sighed, his broad shoulders sagging.

At least I'll be there to show her how its done.  I doubt she knows starboard from port. He smirks to himself with that thought, straightened up to his full height of six foot two inches, knowing full well he looked intimidating in his Cardassian issued uniform. 

Someone passed him with a carton of rootbeer, and Katell deftly drew two from the box without notice.  On his way to his new CO's table, he popped the top off one of the bottles and took a big gulp, which he immediately spat out. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he looked utterly disgusted for a moment, staring at the bottle.

What is this? Some form of liquid torture? The Glinn asked himself as he tossed the almost full bottle over his shoulder, discarding it rather carelessly as he regained his composure.  He had to be in top form when he introduced himself to that small girl.  Looking her over again, she still hadn't noticed him.  Soon he was at her shoulder.  He cleared his throat, drawing her attention.

When their eyes meet, he smiles a rather slimy smile that makes it quite clear that he is not quite pleased with this situation. "Captain." He nods his head respectively and holds out the still closed bottle of rootbeer he had acquired.

"Your drink of choice, I believe." He says as a statement of fact rather than an inquiry.  "I do not know how you stomach that stuff."

Marian reaches for the drink.  "Glinn Danar."  She pops the lid off the bottle, glancing toward the shattered one on the floor behind the Cardassian.  "I take it that you don't approve of human beverages, then?"  She gestures for him to sit opposite her before continuing.

"I'm sorry I did not recognize you, but the personnel file that was sent to me was incomplete... it lacked such things as a picture."  She takes a deep gulp of the soda.  "I hope we are able to work well together in the field... much of the work that we will be doing is quite delicate."

The Cardassian considers a moment, sizing his new Captain up before taking the seat she offered him. "Delicate work indeed.  Work that is usually left to those with. ." He pauses for a moment as if searching for the right word.  ". . more experience."

He waved someone over as if he was in a fine restuarant and not a Replimat. "Bring me a tall glass of '54 Kanar." Katell says not even looking at the confused human male he had summoned over with the wave of his hand.

However, the human did what was asked, and soon comes by with a glass of Kanar.

"Good man."Katell says, not a bit warmly as he takes a sip of the drink. "Ah."

He than glances over his shoulder, sensing that the man was still there.  This time he looks straight into the human's face, looking quite put-off.  "Yes? What is it? Do you have something else to give me or are you waiting around for a tip?"  His voice was harsh and cruel, but the man soon disappeared from his shoulder.

"So, Captain." The Glinn glances over at O'Rouke a somber expression on his face. "Any news on the rest of the crew?"

Avalon
Promenade

Marian sits quietly through what the Cardassian says before speaking.  "I have experience.  I have been involved in twelve first contact situations, three of which became violent, all of which eventually ended for the best.  I am a specialist in that sort of situation, Glinn.  That is where my training is."  She gestures.  "I admit to being inexperienced in tactical situations... I have led a ship in battle precisely one time in my career.  I am a diplomat."  She turns her gaze fully on the Cardassian.  "And that may be the reason I have you.  But I am the Commanding Officer of the Kent, and I expect to be treated as such."

Inwardly, she winces.  Well, I just either took the first step toward winning him, or toward losing my crew to him.  I'll have to wait to see which.

The Cardassian was quiet for a long moment, looking quite serious and thoughtful. "Well. I had not actually meant any disrespect, but it is good to know that my Captain has teeth.  You'll need those in this line of work."

The Glinn than flashes what could be seen as an actually sincere smile.  But it is gone quickly, before anyone could be quite sure what it is.  Green, yes.  But at least she knows it.  Theres something to be said about those willing to admit their failings.  This one bares watching.  Perhaps this appointment won't be unsatisfactory afterall.

"We haven't properly met, I am Glinn Katell Danar." He says as he offers his hand to her to shake.  To others, this might seem like a matter of ceremony, but for Glinn Katell Danar, the offer to shake his hand was a sign of respect.

Marian extends her hand to shake the Cardassian's.  "Captain Marian O'Rourke, USS Insignia."  As the handshake finishes, her comm badge beeps.

"This is Ops to Captain O'Rourke.  Kent has arrived in drydock 2."

She nods.  "Acknowledged.  Have a transport ready to bring me aboard."  She looks to Danar.  "Shall we go?"

"Now is as good as a time as any, I suppose Captain." The Glinn said as he stood and joined O'Rouke.  He kept his excitement underwraps, but he was definitely looking forward to seeing the Kent.  He had heard it was a beautiful ship, and he certainly preferred the look of Starfleet vessels to that of Cardassian ones.

Not that he would admit that to anyone else, of course.  Especially not his Cardassian friends.

"What about the rest of our crew, Captain? When will they be arriving?" He asked off-handedly, hiding the fact that he had not recieved any memo or PADD with information on his new crew. Well, HER new crew, but when she is away they will be his.

If I recall correctly, there are no other Cardassians coming aboard.  That suits me just fine.

"Most of the junior staff accompanied the ship from Utopia Planetia, but the senior staff will be arriving over the next few days."  Marian pauses at a viewport, gazing out at the stars.  The Raeya sector, a Federation exclave on the other side of the Triangle where Federation, Klingon, and Romulan space meet, holds three different Federation facilities - Starbase Bravo in orbit of the primary inhabited world of the system, the Hawkeye Island training facility on that world, and the secretive Avalon Fleet Yard in a dense asteroid field.  From the viewport, the blue orb of Raeya 3 takes up a half-degree of one's vision field, and a large asteroid slowly drifts by.

As the asteroid moves and the station's main facility turns, Drydock 4 comes into view - Drydock 4, and the Insignia-class heavy explorer Kent.  Marian speaks quietly.  "The most advanced exploration vessel in the fleet.  Maximum sustained warp speed of Warp 9.96, fully modernized bioneural computer system capable of the calculations needed to safely navigate a class 4 wormhole, burst-fire forward torpedo tube able to release fifteen warheads in three seconds."  She looks to the Cardassian.  "And just look at those lines... she's certainly a sight, isn't she?"

Katell Danar looked appreciatively at the vessel before him. "I've only seen one thing more beautiful." He remarks somewhat sadly.

a moment later he speaks again. "You better do right by her, Captain. The Kent could accomplish so much in the right hands." He looks down at his own hands, his fingers outstretched.  He clenches his fists before looking at the Captain again.  "I'll help keep you steady, until your wings flesh out.  I suspect you won't need my guidance for long."  He says with a serious expression. "Shall we go aboard?"

Marian nods to Katell.  "I'll be the Captain she deserves."  She makes her way to the turbolift, then speaks quietly.  "Runabout pad 5."  Use of transporters for non-emergency purposes isn't allowed in the asteroid field... they keep this place quite heavily secured.  Then again... this is where the initial design work on the temporal drive was done, and who knows what they're working on now?

She looks up at the Cardassian.  "I'll be relying on you a lot, Glinn, especially in combat.  I did well in the simulators, but you have a lot more practical experience than I do."  I did well enough to get a command.  I was nowhere near the best in my class... and I'll be nowhere near the best tactician on this ship.  I'll have to use the skills my officers have.

The Glinn nods. "Of course.  That is why I was assigned.  I believe we will compliment each other beautifully.  Call me optimistic."

He glanced around the turbolift, as he stood rather stiffly with his hands clasped behind his back.  Any observer could see that the Cardassian was being contemplative, he was looking around but his eyes weren't really focused.

Sianna, I'm an executive officer now.  Aboard a very powerful and beautiful ship.  You would of been so proud. He sighed, than stepped out of the turbolift and onto the runabout  pad.

"Are these the runabouts for the Kent?"Katell asked, focusing on the various ships rather than his inner thoughts.

Marian shakes her head, jolted from her own thoughts by the Cardassian's words.  "We'll be going aboard using one of Avalon's Danube-class runabouts... it's actually been assigned for you and I to use until Kent gets underway."  The lift stops, doors opening, and Marian steps out.  "Kent's entire flight detatchment is made up of brand-new ships... the runabout Grayson actually finished construction after Kent herself did."  She smiles a bit.  "Nothing as outdated as a Danube will be staying in our shuttlebays."

The Glinn nods. Whole new ships, for a whole new Captain.  Somehow it seems fitting.

"A Danube class runabout?  They couldn't dig out a newer ship to shuttle us about?" He looked somewhat sour as he looked at the runabout.  "I guess it'll do for now, though I am not sure why the Kent isn't ready to go underway."

Katell Danar was really not fond of idle time.  There was a time that he used to be, when he was young and very much in love. . .

But now he preferred to be busy, focused on some type of task, working on some psychological puzzle that didn't involve his own dark thoughts.  Whenever  his mind wasn't focused on some task, and he let his thoughts wander. . They always wandered to her. .

The first time they met. . Their first kiss goodnight. .. . A whirlwind courtship and an elegant wedding. . . than the diagnosis. . . her final days. . . feeling the life leave her as Katell still held her in his arms. . .

That feeling of loss is what he re-experienced whenever he wasn't focused, whenever he was idle.  That is why he was so eager to get underway.