Lt Commander Kael Thomas - Humble start to a bold assignment

[Renos]

((Tou’gulia’s, Leran Manev, Trill))

 

::Trips to Trill had previously been confined to those of business and short breaks.  Kael had found himself here a few times over the years, but he would hardly call himself familiar with the Trill Homeworld.  Yet, despite his disconnection from Trillius Prime, Kael felt strangely at home here in the old section of Leran Manevs, affectionately called the Old City. The naming convention wasn't accidental; the architecture was old here. Reminiscent of a world where individual planets still held their distinct identity.  A time where raw materials and structures were the preference. A time where hard work and effort was the chief constructor. All of this created a setting and feel that invited Kael is largely what drew him here today.::

 

::The mid rising sun presented an indulgent warmth to the streets of Leran Manev.  With the buildings and infrastructure generally only a couple of levels high the sun was free to full bask the area.  Lively green spaces arose from resumed areas and Kael could see a group of young locals enjoying the soft surface it provided.  Life mixed in with structure and history was often an odd mix. In many cases it as simply through neglect and haphazard design that history was remembered.  Seldom was it cherished, celebrated and intermingled in with life as it was here. Kael let his hand run along the rough surface of a low fence, slowing his gait in the process. Pushing back the hair the surprise breeze shifted cleared the view of his destination.::

 

::Tou’gulia’s was an open space dining area situated on the bank of a small stream.  Having been here before Kael found it the perfect place for his meeting today. Edging closer Kael could smell the savoury delights the small cafe was famous for.  Kael’s preference for honest real cooking meant he was very familiar with how these smells translated into wholesome delightful meals. Having also tried his hand at cooking, his appreciation for the art only added to his fervour.::

 

::A small wooden bridge arched over the stream taking Kael directly into the garden area.  On the exit of the bridge stood a plaque describing the history what Tou’gulia’s once was. The cafe was a former school, that served as a hive or learning and opportunity sireing many of Trill’s brightest minds during it’s time.  It’s time came to an end following a tragic earthquake, with a decision made to abandon the facility and move to modernise. A move that was undertaken in a broad fashion in the general area. Pulling out the wooden seat at a nearby table Kael day dreamed of being a student again.  Dreamed of what it would have been like here centuries ago where things were different, more simple.::

 

Reynolds: Response

 

::His attention rightly brought back to the present, Kael was reminded why he was on Trill to begin with.  He was to be assigned to the USS Gorkon as his permanent position. The USS Gorkon, a Sovereign Class vessel and flagship of the fleet.  While in many cases the fleets direction had shifted towards more flexible, small vessels the Sovereign held its place from it’s sheer power and size.  It’s capabilities extended far beyond what it was able to do tactically and was realistically limited by the Captains imagination. Which, Kael expected would be considerable. Rear Admiral Reynolds had been in command of the Gorkon for some time now and had been heavily decorated in doing so. ::

 

::The small in stature officer had crossed and entered to the right of Kael softly but not understatedly.  She commanded a presence even in such a place. Rising to his feet Kael greeted his new commanding officer.::

 

Thomas: Admiral Reynolds ::The pair had served together for a short period on the USS Mercury and Kael could probably have dispensed with the formalities.:: Lieutenant Commander Kael Thomas, reporting for duty.  ::But he chose not too.::

 

::The Admiral moved to her seat and cut off Kael’s opportunity to pull it out for her. ::

 

Reynolds: Response

 

Thomas: Well thank you Admiral. ::Pausing momentarily to catch the eye of the waiter.:: I’ve only heard good things about the Gorkon, I’m quite excited actually.

 

::Which he genuinely was.  Kael had been assigned on the USS Ursa Major many years ago and thrived in the life of a large vessel.  The opportunities, the people and the sheer difference that a large ship brings helped bridge any anxieties Kael might have had about coming back to work.::

 

::A young Trill came and enquired about their readiness to order and Kael quickly fired off his Coffee and small savoury Muffin request.  Well, it wasn’t a muffin but it was the closest thing that Kael could find that suited his Muffin craving. Waiting for the Admiral to convey what she was planning on ordering, Kael poured each of them a glass of water.  Pushing the water gently towards the Admiral he gazed softly at her. She was probably in her mid 30’s, the same age thereabouts as Kael, although most of that he gleaned, not so much from her appearance, but rather her manner and list of achievements. ::

 

Reynolds: Response

 

Thomas: ::Smiling proudly.:: I’ve been her before.  I’ve always enjoyed the peace and warmth of this area of town.  A real breakaway from how things usually are.

 

::It might sound as though Kael resented life on a Starship, but that wasn’t true.  Kael loved it and through his periods of absence often missed it. But he missed the opportunity to be on world just as much.  The natural warmth, the feel of the air all reinvigorated Kael’s soul. After growing up spending so much time on the farm as a young boy, it was hard to leave all that behind. Which is exactly what Kael worked hard to keep hold of wherever possible.::

 

Reynolds: Response

 

Lieutenant Commander Kael Thomas

Mission Specialist

USS Gorkon

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