Let's do it all at once

Posted on Wednesday June 18, 2025 @ 9:22am by Lieutenant Kaylia Strenvale & Captain Luna Janeway & Commander Lucas Redd & Ensign Taryn Wells

2,663 words; about a 13 minute read

Mission: The first Steps to the Unknown
Location: USS Intrepid, Ready Room
Timeline: Current

Lieutenant Kaylia Strenvale materialized on the USS Intrepid’s transporter pad, her senses catching the sleek hum of the Pathfinder-class starship’s systems. Her ears twitched and tail swayed, picking up faint crew scents she’d later match to faces. With a crisp nod to the Chief of the Boat, a steady hand guiding the enlisted crew through recent command changes, and the Quartermaster, organizing her belongings for transport to her quarters, she advanced down the corridor, eyes bright under the Intrepid’s modern glow, steps firm with Starfleet duty.

Lieutenant Kaylia Strenvale stepped from the USS Intrepid’s transporter pad, her senses alight with the pulse of her new assignment. Her ears perked and tail flicked as she absorbed the ship’s hum and the faint crew scents, details she’d connect to faces later. With a brisk nod to the Chief of the Boat and Quartermaster, tasked with delivering her belongings—some already beamed to her quarters—she moved into the corridor, her eyes sharp under the Intrepid’s sleek lights, steps steady with Starfleet purpose, but more importantly, her own purpose.

Heading to the Turbolift and calling for the Bridge. Humming lightly while she waited for the lift to finish moving and the doors open. Giving a bit of a glance once she stepped off of it, noting where her station was. Also if Janeway, and or Redd weren’t on the Bridge they were about to be, in a manner. Moving to cross the Bridge to head for the Ready Room doors since the Captain wasn’t on said Bridge. Pressing the chime.

Kaylia had actually been looking for the Executive Officer. Stopping by a junior officer to ask where he was. Her top ears folded a little for a split second. The Exective Officer resigned? That’s a bit curious, but not any of her business. Continuing, now to check the door if she was allowed to enter.
Since The Captain had been in her bridge office once she hears the chime on the door she says enter from her desk. The person who rang the doorbell to.
She stepped in once the double doors opened. Just enough so they would close, taking a look at any personal effects that may be in the Ready Room of the Intrepid’s. After that pause, she stepped forward and went to attention. “Lieutenant Kaylia Strenvale, reporting for duty, Ma’am.” Offering the PaDD she had brought with her.

Captain Luna Janeway sat at her desk in the Intrepid’s Ready Room, the Pathfinder-class ship’s hum a steady call to her Klingon blood. Stars glowed beyond the viewport, promising the unknown, but the XO’s resignation left a shadow on her command. The Chief of the Boat’s work kept the crew steady, new arrivals’ gear in place. The door chime rang. “Enter,” Luna called, her voice blending Human warmth with Klingon steel.

She stepped in once the double doors opened. Just enough so they would close, taking a look at any personal effects that may be in the Ready Room of the Luna's. After that pause, she stepped forward and went to attention. "Lieutenant Kaylia Strenvale, reporting for duty, Ma'am." Offering the PaDD she had brought with her.

Luna picked up the PADD from the lieutenant, her gaze firm yet open. “Lieutenant, welcome to the Intrepid,” she said. “Your duty begins here. What skills will you bring to honor our mission?” She leaned back, the Star-field framework behind her, to the Intrepid ready for its next step.

"I wasn't under the impression that I had to account for an interview, when all the information you need is on the PaDD." Kaylia raised an eyebrow, finding that question completely different than her other Commanding Officers.

Captain Luna Janeway’s gaze sharpened, the starlight from the Ready Room’s viewport glinting off her dark eyes as Lieutenant Kaylia Strenvale’s words cut through the air. The half-Caitian’s raised eyebrow and sharp retort—“I wasn’t under the impression that I had to account for an interview”—lit a spark in Luna’s Klingon blood. Defiance, raw and unpolished, stood before her, and while part of her admired the fire, the captain in her demanded order. The Intrepid, still reeling from the Executive Officer’s resignation, had no room for loose cannons, not even one with a diamond-encased skeleton and a sniper’s aim.

Luna rose from her chair, her movements deliberate, exuding the presence of a Klingon warrior tempered by Starfleet steel. She stepped closer to Kaylia, her boots clicking softly on the deck, stopping just short of the lieutenant’s personal space. “Lieutenant Strenvale,” she said, her voice low and edged with a growl, “your PaDD lists your skills—claws that cut, senses that rival a hunter’s, a will forged in places you won’t name. But I don’t command data. I command officers. And officers don’t answer their captain with quips.”

Her eyes bored into Kaylia’s violet ones, unyielding. “You’re Chief of Security and Tactical. This ship’s shield and sword. But you're mistaken if you think boldness alone earns your place here.” Luna’s tone softened slightly, a flicker of Human insight breaking through. “I see a fighter in you, Lieutenant—one who’s clawed her way to this moment. Prove it. Show me your loyalty, your discipline, not just your fire. The unknown waits for us, and I need warriors who stand firm, not sparks that burn out.”

Luna stepped back, folding her arms, her stance a challenge. “Speak, Lieutenant. What makes you worthy of the Intrepid’s trust?”

Kaylia's head tilted a little bit, along with her violet colored tail. "Perhaps the fact that like you just read, I dealt with Section 31 and survived, also am completely against people like that and what they did. If I wasn't trustworthy I wouldn't be here, Captain."

Lucas was sitting in Intel looking at the situation and he grabbed the readouts and headed to the bridge.

There was a bit of gossip chatter going on when Lucas got onto the Bridge. The same thing that kept being repeated was some officer that looks like something out of a comic book, violet hair, fur for her top cat ears and a tail but no where else. Looking otherwise human and had gone into the Captain's Ready Room.

Tag Lucas

The Ready Room’s hum steadied Captain Luna Janeway as Lieutenant Kaylia Strenvale’s defiance—her survival of Section 31 as proof of trust—crackled like a live wire. Standing right across from the half-Caitian, Luna’s light brown eyes, forged in Klingon fire and Human resolve, locked onto Kaylia’s violet gaze, her presence a storm of command tempered by compassion. Her fingers twisted the rosy gold engagement ring, its semi-princess cut diamond glinting softly, resized by Lucas to fit her perfectly in a hopeful past, its weight carrying memories of a cautious reunion and a fleeting time of promise. Lucas’s uncertain future—Chief Intelligence Officer, en route from the Intel Office Depot to the Ready Room with vital data—shadowed her heart. The horse-engraved pocket watch, its equine etchings a subtle tie to her heritage, ticked softly in her vest pocket, its silver clasp grounding her amidst recent command shifts. Whispers of bridge gossip—Kaylia’s “comic book” violet fur and tail—faded against Luna’s focus, her polished Federation combat boots, sleek in their original style and gleaming like leather, anchoring her stance with unyielding resilience.

Luna stood with purpose, her combat boots—Federation-standard, polished to a leather-like sheen—firmly planted across from Kaylia, her 5’7” frame radiating confidence as she leaned slightly forward. “Lieutenant Strenvale,” she began, her voice a blend of Klingon steel and warmth, “your scars from Section 31 prove a resilience this ship relies on. Trust is built through action, and your role here is instrumental in forging it.” Her gaze held Kayla’s steadfast yet inviting captain’s encouragement to anchor her in the Intrepid’s mission. Her fingers clenched the rosy gold ring, its resized fit a testament to Lucas’s care in a hopeful past, his path from the Intel Office Depot to deliver critical data heavy with ambition and uncertainty, propelling Luna to channel Kaylia’s defiance into loyalty. “The Intrepid faces unseen threats in deep space, Lieutenant. Your contributions are vital—I’d value your insights on strengthening our defenses.”

“As Chief of Security and Tactical, you’re this ship’s shield,” Luna continued, her tone firm but laced with belief in Kaylia’s potential, her stance unwavering, boots gleaming with disciplined polish. Her fingers brushed the ring, its semi-princess cut diamond tying her to Lucas—his role as Chief Intelligence Officer pivotal, his potential rise to lead the Intel department a quiet complexity beneath her duty. “Your fire belongs here, Strenvale. Let’s work together to ensure our crew’s safety.” The pocket watch’s tick, its equine etchings a silent vow, steadied her heritage as Luna’s gaze burned steady, her invitation a call to stay and contribute. The Ready Room pulsed with tension, her thoughts flickering to Lucas, nearing the data they needed, her heart steeled to lead the Intrepid forward.

"All I've ever done since I escaped is put my ship, my crew, it's crew above myself. The Academy and putting the jokes, ridicule, hate directed towards me aside. With all due respect, Captain, I don't need to be reminded of my duties." Kaylia just sighed a little. It wasn't exactly the same speech she always got but it was getting a little annoying. She also wondered how long it took for Redd to get in there. Hence two birds, one stone; instead of having to have the same conversation with Lucas. "I can hear the ticking of the pocket watch by the way. Even in your pocket and not your desk.


Lucas walked in and smiled. "Sorry Captain," he said, "was a little thrown for a loop."

Lucas sat down and looked around.

Captain Luna Janeway stood in the Ready Room of the USS Intrepid, her polished boots firm, the ship’s hum steady. Her light brown eyes, sharp with Klingon fire and Human resolve, locked on Commander Lucas Redd, intel in hand. Starlight glowed beyond, the unknown pressing close. She tapped the horse-engraved pocket watch in her vest, fingers brushing her rosy gold ring.

“Well, Lucas, nice of you to join us,” Luna said, voice firm, warm, a Janeway edge of wit cutting to purpose. Leaning forward, hand on hip, she tapped the watch again, her gaze firm on Lucas—time’s short, business calls. “Brief us on threats. Let’s get down to it.”

"Yes let's get down to business," said Lucas.

Captain Luna Janeway’s lips curved into a subtle, knowing smile, the kind that carried both Klingon fire and Human warmth, a spark of confidence tempered by command. Her light brown eyes glinted as they moved between Lieutenant Kaylia Strenvale and Commander Lucas Redd, standing in the Intrepid’s Ready Room. The smile was sharp, like a blade’s edge, hinting at her belief in their potential but demanding they rise to it. The hum of the Pathfinder-class ship pulsed beneath her polished Federation combat boots, and her fingers grazed the horse-engraved pocket watch in her vest, the rosy gold ring on her finger catching the starlight from the viewport.

“Lieutenant Strenvale,” she said, her voice steady, the smile lingering as a challenge. “Your fire’s clear—Section 31 didn’t break you, and neither will this mission.

“ I want a defensive strategy on my desk by 0800 tomorrow—shields, weapons, crew drills, every detail. Show me that sharpness you used to hear my watch keeps us alive.”

Janeway’s gaze shifted to Lucas, the smile tightening, a flicker of their shared past in her eyes but her tone all business. “Commander Redd, your intel’s our map through the dark. Threats, positions, weaknesses—give us the raw data, no polish. I expect your report before Kaylia’s. Time’s short.” She tapped the watch, the gesture deliberate.

Luna’s smile faded to a captain’s resolve, her posture firm, boots gleaming. “The Intrepid’s counting on you both. We face the unknown as one. Get to it.” Her eyes held theirs, expectant, the weight of command unwavering as the stars waited beyond.

Kaylia just shook her head ever so slightly. Reaching for her PaDD back so she could start typing on it with the game plan, how to increase the defensive and offensive systems efficiency. Looking to Lucas and giving him a little nod.

"Captain," said Lucas, "This situation we are in now is unprecedented. The rift isn't the nexus. It isn't a godly thing, It was man made. See the rift, or tear was started in Romulus space. It was made to stop Ambassador Spock from saving Romulus. My data shows that it was those mother fucking Remans, the Romulus vampire fuckers."

Lucas brought up on the viewing wall all his data.

Luna looked back at him and Strenvale “ I think we’re going to some business with these Remans to start somewhere fixing the problems during our journey in space.”

"Such language, Commander. Tisk, tisk." There was a smirk that Kaylia gave, that was either a good or bad thing, only she knew. "Remans are easy, time travel is hard. Considering that the rift is just now here, it can probably be stopped here, but that doesn't fix what damage it has done in the past. Taking into account if it had been there this whole time, no matter if it was small to start with, someone would have noticed." She held up a finger while she looked to the PaDD again, tapping on it a few times. "Report and plans sent; That makes it suspected to have been picked to appear at this time and it's location."

Captain Luna Janeway stood in boots firm, starlight glinting off her rosy gold ring. Her sharp eyes flicked between Kaylia Strenvale’s smirk and Lucas Redd’s intensity, the viewing wall blazing with data on a Reman-made temporal rift.

Luna leaned forward, hands on hips, a subtle smile sharp as a bat’leth’s edge. “Commander Redd, your intel cuts deep—Remans weaving a rift to sabotage Spock’s mission. Track their tech, ships, and next moves. Coordinate with Science to map the rift’s temporal markers.” Her gaze locked onto Kaylia’s violet eyes. “Lieutenant Strenvale, your call on the rift’s timing is dead-on. As our shield and sword, I want tactical drills by 1200 tomorrow—ready for Reman incursions or temporal shocks.”

"I'm on it Captain," said Lucas as he headed off to the science department. Knowing what was gonna happen would help them when the time arose. Lucas
grabbed his assistant Ensign Taryn Wells and they both headed to the science division. Wells was told to go to Stellar Cartography first.

Luna gazed her eyes back over to the lieutenant “ feel free to to get yourself settled into the intrepid, and if you like to get to work, you may do so, at your earliest convenience of duties of the duties for how you wish to do it damn fit.”

"I would hope so, it's not my first rodeo," Kaylia gave a light smile. Standing up and giving a stretch, "I'd rather deal with this threat first. Four hour drills for each shift should cover the day." She was waiting now to be dismissed.

Luna looked up at her with a positive expression as she said to her lieutenant “ permission granted you are dismissed be shore to give me your status reports we want to keep close tabs on the situation of our mission.”

She nodded a little bit. Turning, Kaylia headed to the doors to the Ready Room. Stepping through and onto the Bridge again she smiled. "Here's where the fun begins."

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