Nevar walked down the few stairs, through the command center behind thecommand chair and into turbolift.
Well that certaintainly went like shit. Nevar said to himself.
Exiting on to the promenade Nevar Pol headed for his office. Let's see, what have we learned since we arrived:
1) we have a new station commander, who calls me Pol instead of Nevar, so either he has never had a Bajorian under his command, he doesn't care for non terran cultures or he doesn't bother to read the records of those under his command. Most likely the later, since he also didn't know I already passed all the "command tests" to run a starship back while on the Calvary.
2) The new XO (which I thought would be me) seems nice enough, but ended up assigning me the same cramped temporary crewman quarters I stayed in last time on this g-dforsaken station. Hmmm I guess I'll have to get used to bunk beds.
3) I don't get the ship nor the promotion I was promised.
4) I...
"Ahem.... don't you ever look where you are going" a quiet almost shy voice spoke. Nevar jolted, with his heightened senses he could almost never be surprised, but he was so lost in thought that he almost walked right into a waiting Le'Chell Nugent.
"Lieutenant" Nevar said briskly walking past her into his office. Taking his seat behind the large desk Nevar immediately begin to review the security logs.
"Lieutentat" the Trill Counselor said almost in a mocking tone, following Nevar into the office. "Is that all you have to say to me?"
Pleased at having gotten the trill's proverbial goat, Nevar looked up, scatched at an imaginary beard and said,
"hmmmmmm.....what else....oh, you were outside the security office. Did you want to file a report of some kind? Maybe some 'shrink thin', did someone lose their mind, perhaps".
Now the pretty trill was angry. Nevar always like that, it made her spots pulse in the cutest way.
"You know, I don't know why I even bother. Here I am coming to see you, after you leave the station without saying a word, after 3 weeks without a some much as subspace message or even a 'howdy do'. Quite frankly if Tim didn't write me from Bajor, I wouldn't even have known where you were these last few months."
"And that matters because......" The young Bajorian officer said attempting to rile her even more.
"Well it matters because....uhhh...because.....hppphhhhh. I don't know even why I bother."
And with that, Le'Chell stormed out into the promenade. Chuckling to himself, Nevar thought: I love it when she does that.