Posted by Captain Felix Rhodes (Captain) in Science Station - The Arrival

Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) in Science Station - The Arrival

Posted by Lieutenant Nijix Tavim (Chief of Security) in Science Station - The Arrival
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In the reflection of the window, Felix’s eyes shifted to the woman and he smiled at her remark, before he turned to greet her. Without needing to have known her name, he knew her. The spots identified her as a Trill, and the bright blue eyes alone made the woman stand out in a crowd even more so than the confidence she appeared to carry no doubt, he believed, from the lifetimes of memories she carried within her from the symbiots previous hosts.

Looking back at the Challenger for just a moment before he spoke, Felix continued the easy, relaxed smile. “It’s not so much the way it looks” he said to the ‘young’ Chief of Security, “so much as the thrill of the moment when a vessel seems to appear as if from nowhere. One moment they aren’t there, the next they have used science that defies belief to reach a point where seconds ago, they were millions of miles away from. Drawings and paintings can only capture the moment after the arrival. For the likes of you and me that get to witness it, it’s that moment of freedom that nothing can capture.”

“I’m pleased to meet you Lieutenant Tavium, and I look forward to serving with you as well. Shall we take a seat?” Felix asked, indicating a nearby table with a view out the window he stood beside before stepping over to it. “There is a reception for the Challenger crew in a few hours, we are attending and will get to meet them then. In the meantime” he pulled out the chair for her in invitation, “lets chat a little and get to know each other. I’d like to take a look at your drawings if I may, is that what you carry the PaDD for?”

Captain Rhodes, CO

“I think my admiration comes more from the machinery. A past host, Oyjum, was an engineer who assisted in developing numerous wrap cores. I have an in-depth appreciation of great engineering accomplishments, but sadly my artistic skills fall short of capturing the amazement. It saddens me that I can’t produce accurate work to stirr it in others,” Nijix stated.

At the CO’s request, she nodded, agreeing to it. Casually she slid into the chair at the gestured to table and gently set her satchel down near her chair. When he mentioned her PADD, she blinked in slight surprise. However, Raji’s presence seemed to remind her that she shouldn’t have been. There was not many logical reasons for a future CoS to be carrying around a satchel and considering she mentioned art. It was easy to deduce what she mainly used her PADD for other than data viewing and storage for her job.

She chuckled softly, “I must say, you’re observation skills surprised me. Not many individuals would’ve assumed I had my PADD on my person when I carried a satchel.”

Nijix dipped down to pull free her satchel cover free then pull her PADD out.

“My PADD is a multifunctional tool. It holds my personal data, files on my numerous officers, and my art,” she placed it upon the table before gently sliding it into the Captain’s reach. She tabbed a folder bring up the numerous pieces, mostly sketches, onto the view screen.

“Since you know one of my hobbies, would you be so kind as to share one of yours? I believe it’s fair and an excellent place to start in order to get know each other.”

-Lt. Nijix Tavium, CoS

A woman in a science blues uniform enters the lounge that the pair are in and clears her throat slightly as she stands with her hands in front of her. “Captain Rhodes. Lieutenant Tavium. I am Lieutenant Natasha Ivanov. Commander Jackson’s personal assistant and head of long range listening. We are glad you have made it here for the little trick that the fleet captain is playing with the academy ship. The commander was wondering, however, if you wished to meet with him before the formal reception?” The blond was a striking Russian figured, tall and lithe, chiseled figures. Her accent was slight, but definitely from the frozen north. Upon her lips is a warm a supportive smile.

GM Wombat

Nijix’s head turned to Commander’s personal assistant when she heard the word ‘trick’ used in the conversation referring to her future crew. At first, she thought she misheard it. However, she dismissed that when she repeated the conversation in her head. The parts of her imagination that represented her past lives showed their own outrage in various forms. Most dominant were Raji’s which she easily agreed with.

Before answering, she glanced at the CO to observe his reaction to what she saw as an abuse of authority. This gave her a moment to cool before deciding to speak. She wanted to meet the Fleet Admiral who thought it was a good idea to haze cadets, especially those she would be protecting and assisting their progression into official Starfleet officers.

-Lt. Nijix Tavium, CoS

For a moment, Felix looked up at the woman as various thoughts, and very slight traces of emotion, flickered across his face. When he did speak, it was with a very formal and professional tone that would have been entirely different to his relaxed and casual conversation with his Chief of Security just moments ago.

“I’m sorry Lieutenant, I thought I heard you say that the Fleet Captain is playing a trick on my ship” he put extra emphasis on the word ‘my’. “If that is indeed the case, I do believe that both myself and my Security Chief here should like to be present as he explains that use of Starfleet resources and time.” Felix came easily to his feet, and adjusted his cuffs as he gave the Russian sounding woman a slight smile. “Please lead us to him Lieutenant, I think we had better get to the bottom of this before the reception.”

Captain Rhodes, CO

The woman shrugged. “One doesn’t become a flag officer by breaking the rules,” the woman explained before beckoning the pair to follow her towards the exit. Assuming the pair followed along she made her way through the winding corridors of the station and eventually to a turbo lift.

Taking the lift to a floor she led the pair up a small ramp at the center of the station and up into the operations center. There she made a sharp corner and pushed the button next to the door. “This Commander Jackson’s office. Do excuse the mess you will likely find he isn’t as organized as one would like,” the young officer’s eye twitched as he relayed her personal annoyance with her boss. “Oh, and he is a hugger,” she adds as an after thought.

GM Wombat