(OOC: Alright, now that my week full of nonsense is done, we can finally get this RP a rollin')
Shar sipped from his mug of raktajino as he read over the latest report the scouts had sent back. A few zombies and skeletons were wandering the local forest, but nothing that they couldn't handle. He placed his mug down on the table, both to grab a bite from his egg-and-sausage sandwich, and to savor the aroma of the raktajino.
Say what you will about the Klingons... he thought. They may be smelly, bloodthirsty, worm-eating barbarians, but by the gods, do they know how to make a good cup of coffee. He was just about to take another sip when his communicator went off.
"Captain Shar. Captain Tol'kan Shar." the voice on the other side of the communicator began. Shar reached over and pressed a button on his communicator marked "reply".
"Shar here. Go ahead."
"I've just received news that the latest batch of newbies has arrived. Lord Commander Ronston requests that you be there to give them their proper welcome." Shar sighed. He knew this was going to happen.
"I'll be right there." Shar replied. "Well, only one thing to do." he said to no one in particular, before rapidly devouring his sandwich and washing it down with raktajino. Grabbing his power sword and phaser pistol and putting on his cloak, he began to dart from the dining hall towards the front gate.
Please, just this once, let there be no dumbasses among these newbies...