Posted March 3, 2023, 8:33 p.m. by Lieutenant Ang'er To'kar (Chief Engineer) (Melissa Aragon)
((So since this is a teaching ship, I thought I’d show you that not all CHECK INS needed to be ‘knock on office door’ formal. Get creative. Remember, sometimes your character can’t just shuttle in or transport up from ‘the surface’. Sometimes, they’ve been there all along (obviously not really cause you just joined) but they aren’t arriving like others. Just remember, if you are going to do something radical, commit to it. THEN PLEASE!!!!! Make sure you clear it with those involved and your CO and GM (if they aren’t already directly involved. You don’t wanna barge in on the XO while he’s in a dinner date, or arrive on the bridge in the middle of a fire fight.... grins or do you? Just make sure you get permission. Please direct questions and comments to separate OOC thread or to Discord channel. Remember, this is an RP thread))
She’d had it!
Ang’er shoved the wrench in her back pocket and shook her dark brown tresses. “This is getting ridiculous!” Rising up from the panel she had been working on, she stormed out of engineering and headed to the bridge calling back over her shoulder, “I’ll take care of this!”
On the way, the day’s events unfolded in her mind. A hand rose to stroke the forehead ridges that noted her as most definitely not human. The Klingon ridges weren’t defined enough to hide she was a half breed, but they were certainly defined just enough to keep both Human and Klingon races from claiming her as their own.
The morning had been great. She had finished supervising the third shift and was looking forward to some sleep. But then she was told the Chief Engineer, that had been called away a few days ago to help on a nearby Space Station, wasn’t going to be coming back. Ang had already been running the third shift AND making the rotation schedule for the week when Jamerson had left. For the last couple days, as Senior Engineer, she had also been dealing with all the usual stuff the Chief dealt with. That meant little sleep, and lots of anger.
=^=Computer, location of Captain Foley!=^= the half Klingon growled into her comm badge.
=^= The Captain is in the Officer’s Mess Hall.=^= The voice chirped back, unaware of the anger seething in the woman’s voice.
After the answer, she called out the deck and waited for the lift to get her there. The Captain was going to have to get them a Chief or she was gonna end up hurting someone.
A moment later, the Lieutenant stormed into the Officer’s Dining Room and glanced around. Seeing her target, she took a deep breath and marched over to the man having breakfast. “Captain, we need to talk. Engineering can’t go on like this.” She was upset, obviously. And sadly, she was also oblivious. The small handful of folks breaking their fast were suddenly silent and listening to the Shift Supervisor who had just stormed in like it was her personal space, and demanded the CO’s attention. This was going to be an interesting day, indeed.
Ang’er To’kar
(soon to be… with luck) CE
(though perhaps after my brig time hehehe)
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