The Aftermath

Posted on Tue Nov 7th, 2017 @ 9:34pm by Lieutenant Cor Cordale & Lieutenant Commander J'Loni Mo'Bri

Mission: https://wellington.pegasusfleet.site/index.php/sim/missions/id/3
Location: Engineering
Timeline: June 18, 2399 1500

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Now that she was done with her part of the talks, it was time to talk to Cor on the seriousness of the situation in engineering. Still in her Klingon uniform, she strode into engineering, making heads turn fast and then back to work when her stare met their eyes, she walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Cor?", can we talk?", she said.

Cordale turned around, and noticed the fancy get-up the boss was wearing. Possibly ceremonial post-battle garb, possibly traditional mourning battle-wear. If he weren't so tired, he'd have more of a reaction than...

"Fancy threads, chief." and at her request, he gave a nod, "Absolutely, lead the way." as he went through the rolodex of everything he did up until then trying to see if this was a bad chat or a good chat. Did he do something wrong? Did he half-ass a repair?

Nope. Not that he could recall.

"Traditional battle dress uniform for the talks, didn't change yet. What you did in engineering during the battle was phenomenal to say the least. You did your job to the best of your ability and beyond it and then some. Cor I am proud of you. You earned it", she said. His face changed so, that a smile grew on her tired face.

He gave a nod, a smile spreading across his features as he looked back up. "Thanks chief. It's what I do. Deliver the impossible, do the undo'able, all with time to spare. So, you're going to the talks?" he asked after a moment. "Maybe I should go. Might be food after. I wonder how Dalacari coffee is." he chuckled, though there was fatigue creeping in the edges of his mirth. He was tired, they all were, and yet he was still working.

"Cor, the talks are over my dear boy. Lord, you are tired, but what I wanted to do was talk to you about what you earned! What I am talking about is, are you ready to handle engineering yourself as my assistant?", she said, studying his face.

The fact that he missed the whole thing seemed to really disappoint him, but when she mentioned what he earned, he perked up as much as Thuxly possible. "I just want to know one thing. That I'm not stepping over someone's dead body to get this." he laid his one request on the table. "I'm getting this because I earned it, not because I was next in line and the guy in front is gone."

"Lemme know that, and I'll give you my all... on top of what you've been gettin' now."

Laughing, "No Cor, I am the Chief and I need a good assistant and that dear boy is yours if your ready for it", she said, laughing still.

He seemed somewhat satisfied by her response, and gave a nod before offering her his living hand. It had seen years of hard work, maybe even from before his time in Starfleet. "Then I accept."

"Then my dear boy, the job is yours! Now get your ass some sleep and something to eat! And that's an order by the way, not a request! Now get!", she said, letting out a huge Klingon belly laugh.

Basically disregarded, Cordale took his hand back. Ordered to get a meal. ordered to get some sleep. "You know, ma'am. If that's the kind of treatment your assistant gets, I've been down that road before and I think I'll be reconsidering that position. Keep your assistant position, if that's what it entails. I'm fine where I am as an engineer."

"I just worked my tail off through the peace talks, which I hear were nice. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've been ordered to git."

"Hold up there Cor, I ment no disrespect son. I have my moments and I ain't petfect either. Now both of us are tired and I know you are hungry, and that is just my way of speaking to someone who I accepted a long time ago as one of the Musketeets. Now I do apologize if you feel offended son", she said softly, as she put her hand on his living shoulder.

He stopped only as she put her hand on his shoulder, and he listened as she explained herself. He placed his prosthetic hand on top of her's, a stark contrast between the shoulder she was holding: Cold, unfeeling, unyielding steel and cables on one side, soft fur and flesh beneath. "I bought my freedom on the graves of the two closest friends I ever knew. Closest thing to brothers, to family, I'll ever have." he paused, "So remember that while we're all buddies and friends up here, the shovel in my heart still has the dirt on it from burying the memories of my first two Musketeers."

"One day I'll tell you how I got this fancy arm of mine." he paused, just to shake his head, "I'll consider your offer, honestly, and you'll have a response by lunchtime tomorrow." he paused, and actually cracked a smile, "Whenever it is we get around to having lunch down here, anyway."

"Good enough Assistant Chief, till tomorrow", she said and let him go. She hoped he would understand, and she knew about digging graves as well. She dug enough of them in her time.

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Lieutenant JG Cor Cordale
Engineer
USS Wellington

Lt. Cmdr. J'Loni Mo'Bri
Assistant Chief Engineering Officer
USS Wellington