Part of Starbase Bravo: Q2 2400

Romulans Over Coffee

Starbase Bravo, the Brew
May 2400
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An iced cinnamon bun and a latte are placed before Lihran at the Brew. The Romulan looked a little perplexed on how to attack the sticky dessert and maintain a dignified composure. He took a look around for Cynndle before attacking the bun with a fork and knife. He agreed to meet the Lieutenant for coffee and a chat after their little meeting with Dr. Longfellow and Roger Allen in the infirmary. Not wanting to lug around his tool belt, he agreed to meet Cynndle at a determined location after running back to his quarters to drop off his tools.

Cynndle walked up to Brew and quickly spotted Lihran digging into a cinnamon bun, not that he could blame him for that, they were delicious. Not wanting to interrupt he went up and ordered the same, he figured why miss the opportunity. With a cinnamon bun and coffee in hand, he walked over to the empty seat at the table. “Hi there Ensign. Looks like you are enjoying that.”

Lihran looked up and gave a faint smile and a nod as he saw him approach, “Hello there Lieutenant. I already grabbed my refreshments.” He gave a small gesture with his fork that had a bit of cinnamon bun on it, “I have never had one of these before. It is rather… interesting. From Earth, I think.”

“Yeah, I believe they originated in Northern Europe way back when. Honestly, they are one of my favourites,” he says taking a seat and a bit. “So, that was a lot to take in back there. Do you think that there could be a Romulan connection?”

Lihran took a sip of his coffee and sighs, “If not directly, in a more secretive, underhanded way that is signature to Romulans. Despite each sides claim of denial, Vulcans and Romulans are far more connected and similar than we both like. You look like you have some questions stored up, Lieutenant.” He paused, “Do you prefer being addressed by rank or name? I’m still never sure what to address someone as.”

Leaning back casually in the chair Cynndle takes another bite before answering. “I have always felt that if not on duty, but even then, a given name works best but I know others prefer to stick to rank. So just call me Cynndle, or Cyn, whatever works really. And yourself?”

Lihran nods, repeating as if committing it to memory, “Cyn.” He took a sip of coffee before replying, “I really need to work on getting out of the military mindset that’s been ingrained after 80 years. Lihran suits me just fine.”

“As for questions, yes, and no really. This who things seems to be a bit strange. I had really hoped it was just some kids messing around. First off why do the Romulans care about an old Vulcan scientist, if it was them at all? Secondly, we have been having these issues with the internal sensors for a while now in fact long before the Vulcans came aboard. Definitely makes me think it is one of the local gangs…but why use them? And also, it is possible for a Romulan to do a mind-meld but still just seems odd. There are too many unknowns. I guess in general. What’s your take?”

Lihran nods, “Being rather new, I can’t comment too much on power issues, but I’ve noticed some faulty wiring in some spots. The station is huge, I can’t rewire the whole thing as quickly as I like.”

Cynndle looks up over his drink and grunts in understanding before putting it down. “That’s true. The station itself is pretty new itself. Teething issues…”

Lihran furrowed a brow, “Scientists know stuff. Whether its new technology or government secrets. My opinion, from someone who has been heavily involved in all the Romulan… crap… for many years is this: A scientist can be used as a tool or a weapon. Especially her mind without a body vessel being attached. After the loss of our world, The Empire has been focused on expanding and trying to maintain its glory and conquests. Which is proving difficult with such a huge population loss and loss of our home. Sneaky, underhanded things like that are so embedded in Romulan nature, that’s why it came to mind first. Even me, my mind went to sabotage first.”

“That is good to know. Useful insight. Part of me wishes we could ask that Vulcan why they high command and or the Romulans were after here.” Pausing for a moment while he takes a sip Cynndle frowns…”I think the pressing issue is preventing more of these issues with the power and figuring out who has caused it; maybe Allen could help…also maybe rope in some cadets…”

Lihran nodded at that, “Something tells me we wouldn’t get a proper or straightforward answer even if we could ask. I’ve noticed some wiring issues other than the obvious cut wires. I’ve had to rewire a few areas already. Our core and power generators are stable, the issues are coming from the wiring itself.” he pauses, nodding in agreement with Cynndle, “We really do not need another assault on an officer. I am worried they aren’t done with Doctor Longfellow yet.”

“I couldn’t agree more with that Lihran. I am glad that Allen is watching his back…just frustrating that we don’t know the ‘why’.” Cynndle responds. 

“Next steps are the next question. As Longfellow said. Let us see what we can find on the wiring and the cuts. Track the ship if possible and try to find the Vulcan who assaulted him if he is still here.”

Lihran nods, finishing off his coffee and cinnamon bun, leaning back a bit, “I’ll keep forward my reports on such to you, see if we can piece together any clues.”

“That would be great Lihran; anything you can find may be critical.”

Lihran smiled, “I appreciated this little meeting, thank you. I really hope we can get to the end of this and figure it out.”

Cynndle nods in agreement “It was nice to met and discuss this. We will get to the bottom of it without a doubt.” Finishing his drink Cynndle gets up and turns to leave. “Have a good one Lihran, speak soon.”

Lihran lifts his hand and waves as he stands up hinself, “A pleasure. Will speak to you soon.”