Ens Stron and Tribunas Gault

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She lowered her weapon in disappointed as she said to Gault, "Darn. I wanted to blast you too," as she smiled at him. Adele slung her weapon over her shoulder as she stuck out her hand for a handshake. "Welcome to Safe Haven, Ensign Stron," said the Lieutenant as she completely ignored Gault, "I apologize for the rough greeting. We can't be too careful these days. I'm Lieutenant Adele Hartman, Chief of Security here."

As Stron took the proffered hand, he replied, "Thank you, Lieutenant. No apologies necessary. Your precautions are most logical."

Gault, never one to be ignored, stepped directly next to Stron.

"And maybe we can do some 'blasting' later," he said mischievously, "wouldn't want to leave a lady hanging, now would-"

Stron took advantage of their close proximity and delivered a well aimed elbow to Gault's ribs.

"Ow, what the hell, man? I thought Vulcans were nonviolent..." Gault protested as he rubbed his side.

"Generally speaking, yes," Stron replied, "However, Mr. Gault, you would do well to remember that I am only half Vulcan. And that Romulans do not share a similar disdain for violent action when it is called for." he finished with a cocked eyebrow.

"I'll keep that in mind. Probably where you get your sick sense of humor too." Gault continued, turning back to Hartman "So, LT, who do we talk to about earning our keep around here?"

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Chris Van Drimmelen


FCO Ens. Stron
USS Broadsword

chrisvandrimmelen@gmail.com