"Looking, Thinking And Chatting"
[Previous post: "Administrative Visit"]
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Setting: USS HATHOR, Uxtar's Quarters
About an hour ago Lt. Cmdr. Serenna had relinquished command of the
HATHOR to her ExO. The Romulan hybrid had said nothing but it had been
clear that after her talk with Lt. Dawson it had been decided that she
would get some rest. Or at least that had been the initial intent; one
that Uxtar had seen change on his tactical readout when he watched the
CO beam over to the ANUBIS.
Normally the Hirogen Sec/Tac would have informed the officer in charge
of this but Uxtar's thoughts had been too bothered by other matters.
If the CO had wanted or been requested to beam over to the ANUBIS, that
had been her right, and if she had not informed her ExO of this, that had
also been her call.
With the ship on route back to Federation territory and the sensors not
having shown a single Cardassian ship in the vicinity, the crew had
been able to take some time to ponder all that they had seen and done. For
Uxtar this had meant carefully reviewing the tactical data collected on
the Imperians while remembering a line that he had heard an Alpha
Hunter once say; 'The way a creature behaves when it is wounded is the key to
its destruction.'
The sound of the door chime brought Uxtar out of his research and off
of his bed to greet his visitor. With the CO, CMO and Cns off to the
ANUBIS this had left few people left who would want to come and *visit*
with the Hirogen instead of just calling him. Based on his instincts
and experience as a Hunter the Sec/Tac officer *guessed* as to the
identity of the person on the other side of the door and said, "Come on
in Derek."
The door whooshed opened to show the HATHOR's FCO standing in the
narrow corridor with a bemused look on his face. "How did you know it was me?
Do you have the ship's internal sensors linked to your room?"
"Basic *logic* my friend," Uxtar said to the Vulcan hybrid, the irony
of the words not escaping Stormwind.
"I'm not sure if I should be honored that you are claiming half of my
heritage as your own or if I should be scared," Derek said as he walked
into the room.
"There is no need to be sacred," Uxtar grinned evilly. "Hirogen
Hunters are not known for turning their friends into preys."
"That is a good thing to know," the FCO replied back as he crossed his
arms over his chest. "So what is the local *Hunter* working on?
Somehow I don't picture you as the type to lie down and *rest* after
what we went through."
"Is that a *logical* assumption or an idea based on your Human
intuition?" Uxtar asked as he returned to his bed and laid down on it.
"Neither, I just know you better than that," Derek replied as he pulled out a chair and straddled it making sure that he ended up facing the *resting* Hirogen. "Plus I doubt that a Hirogen such as yourself enjoys reading himself to sleep, so what's on the PADD?"
"All of the available sensor data we collected on the Imperians," Uxtar admitted knowing better than to try and argue with the HATHOR's FCO. "The IMPs are designed to breach the hulls of ships and deliver the Imperian inside, I am just trying to understand why after having encountered the ANUBIS and its ablative armor they pulled back without even trying a second offensive."
"When you chip your tooth on something, you tend to stay away from it,"
the Vulcan hybrid replied. "After having feasted on the soft underbelly of the Cardassians they found the ANUBIS' hardened shell less savory."
"I doubt the Imperians *feast* on anything," Uxtar commented, "but your
analogy might still have some accuracy to it."
"Lt. Dawson has *ordered* me to get some rest," Derek huffed. "He said
something about not wanting me to fall asleep and fly the ship into the
ANUBIS's rear. Even fully asleep I couldn't manage to do that, so I
figured that I could drop in on you and see what you were up to. Care
if I lend a hand?"
"Your expertise and insight would be most welcomed my friend," Uxtar
said as he tossed the PADD he had been holding to the ship's FCO.
Maybe together they would be able to come up with a clearer picture of what
drove the Imperians to react as they had.
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[Earth is the insane asylum for the universe.] 2006 post #133
Stardate: 60342.1500
Mark Hutchings {h172mark16@fastmail.us}
Ensign Uxtar
Chief Security Officer
USS HATHOR
