Post by Vice Admiral Nyoko Honda on Apr 25, 2014 3:02:05 GMT -5
Commander Liz Rendino’s room was less like any standard living space on the Ayanami. There was very little in the way of furniture except for bed room quarters which featured the standard bed. Decorating the various walls and mounted on various easel were all the art works that Liz had made during her time on the ship. The paintings featured various personal portraits of old officers some whom have moved on to other assignments, and others whom have passed on. As well as various starships that belonged to the 22nd Mobile Daedalus. The low lit room was how Liz used to prefer it. In the shadows were the individual spot lights that illuminated each master piece.
Nyoko sat among the quiet studio that once belonged to Commander Liz Rendino. The Japanese captain with part of her uniform zipped down and her hair that had become long now the in years past recounted the memories of her dearest of friends and comrades. She lifted the bottle of romulan ale and banged back a shot. She had been drinking now for a while and the buzz had taken its toll. She had situated herself across from the painting that was illustrated herself and the old Ayanami titled “The Captain”.
After taking another swing she looked at the bottle’s label and glanced back up to the painting. Spoke softly to herself as if she was speaking to the spirit of her friend.
“We had some good times Beth,” She nodded. “Hard core one might say.” She added.
Then she looked away at the carpeted floor. “Not many would jump into a brawl with a undine out of loyalty. That took guts.” She said feeling the back of her neck recalling the chilling touch of the a line species that attempted to twist her head off.
“Those were the days-“ She remarked after long moment of reflection. “Things were clear cut back then.”
“Now-“ She said with pause.
“They’ll reassign your crew, and tell you have no command, and tell you fleet needs.” She said in a half drunken state.
“But what we did back then Beth-“ She gave a soft pause again.
“Was some damn good work.” She finished.
Looking at the portrait she seeing a younger Captain Honda she shut her eyes reflecting on the that command. Then she lifted up the bottle again.
“To finest crew ever to sail the stars,” she toasted and she took another shot through the bottle’s spout.
“They’ve pushed me to accept a promotion,” She started to explain as she picked up a velvet black box.
Opening it up showed a pair of single dot pips mounted in a square boarder. Nyoko chuckled to herself as she considered a thought. “Somehow they look less impressive then the four I am giving up.” She remarked to herself as if Liz’s sprit would laugh.
“I guess they don’t have need for warrior like me in the chair,” She remarked. “Now they’d rather benfit from my experience in other ways.” She continued.
She shook her head.
“But sadly, all this has already been boxed up Beth.” She confessed. “With the command crew’s decommissioning. “ She went on to explained to the walls.
Then she sat in silence a long moment. A tear slipped down the side of her face to dive off her sharp angle jaw line.
“I gusse we all get old,” She said to herself.
Then she stood up with bottle in one hand and the pip box in the other. Took another glance around the art studio.
“I had all this sent back to your folks at home Beth. I figured they’d like that.”
Then after one last tour around the art museum that was Liz’s personal quarters she stopped and lowered her head.
“Computer,” She called out and a chime responded.
“Save message to personal log titled Honda 0323” She ordered. The computer responded “File Saved.”
Then turning around she gave another glance at all the art works that littered the walls on easels admireing her best friends work.
“End program,” She commanded. Then the room disappeared and Admiral Honda stood in a black room lined with golden line grid with a large double door archway on one side.
She went to the wall panel and pulled an iso data disk and tucked it away in her pocket. Then she went through the doors and exited the holadeck.
Nyoko sat among the quiet studio that once belonged to Commander Liz Rendino. The Japanese captain with part of her uniform zipped down and her hair that had become long now the in years past recounted the memories of her dearest of friends and comrades. She lifted the bottle of romulan ale and banged back a shot. She had been drinking now for a while and the buzz had taken its toll. She had situated herself across from the painting that was illustrated herself and the old Ayanami titled “The Captain”.
After taking another swing she looked at the bottle’s label and glanced back up to the painting. Spoke softly to herself as if she was speaking to the spirit of her friend.
“We had some good times Beth,” She nodded. “Hard core one might say.” She added.
Then she looked away at the carpeted floor. “Not many would jump into a brawl with a undine out of loyalty. That took guts.” She said feeling the back of her neck recalling the chilling touch of the a line species that attempted to twist her head off.
“Those were the days-“ She remarked after long moment of reflection. “Things were clear cut back then.”
“Now-“ She said with pause.
“They’ll reassign your crew, and tell you have no command, and tell you fleet needs.” She said in a half drunken state.
“But what we did back then Beth-“ She gave a soft pause again.
“Was some damn good work.” She finished.
Looking at the portrait she seeing a younger Captain Honda she shut her eyes reflecting on the that command. Then she lifted up the bottle again.
“To finest crew ever to sail the stars,” she toasted and she took another shot through the bottle’s spout.
“They’ve pushed me to accept a promotion,” She started to explain as she picked up a velvet black box.
Opening it up showed a pair of single dot pips mounted in a square boarder. Nyoko chuckled to herself as she considered a thought. “Somehow they look less impressive then the four I am giving up.” She remarked to herself as if Liz’s sprit would laugh.
“I guess they don’t have need for warrior like me in the chair,” She remarked. “Now they’d rather benfit from my experience in other ways.” She continued.
She shook her head.
“But sadly, all this has already been boxed up Beth.” She confessed. “With the command crew’s decommissioning. “ She went on to explained to the walls.
Then she sat in silence a long moment. A tear slipped down the side of her face to dive off her sharp angle jaw line.
“I gusse we all get old,” She said to herself.
Then she stood up with bottle in one hand and the pip box in the other. Took another glance around the art studio.
“I had all this sent back to your folks at home Beth. I figured they’d like that.”
Then after one last tour around the art museum that was Liz’s personal quarters she stopped and lowered her head.
“Computer,” She called out and a chime responded.
“Save message to personal log titled Honda 0323” She ordered. The computer responded “File Saved.”
Then turning around she gave another glance at all the art works that littered the walls on easels admireing her best friends work.
“End program,” She commanded. Then the room disappeared and Admiral Honda stood in a black room lined with golden line grid with a large double door archway on one side.
She went to the wall panel and pulled an iso data disk and tucked it away in her pocket. Then she went through the doors and exited the holadeck.