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[Pre-Sim] Arrival to the Ark Angel

Posted Jan. 10, 2019, 7:10 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Jasmijn DeVries (XO) (Trin S)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Chris Emmitt (Chief Engineer) in [Pre-Sim] Arrival to the Ark Angel

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Jasmijn DeVries (XO) in [Pre-Sim] Arrival to the Ark Angel

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Chris Emmitt (Chief Engineer) in [Pre-Sim] Arrival to the Ark Angel
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Three days prior

“Are you absolutely certain this is what you want to do?” A broad shouldered man rested back against a leather seat, and in his hands a small glass of whiskey. His skin, bearing the brilliant green of an Orion man, was decorated in the daring ink of tattoos etched into his body, telling stories he was quite fond of boasting to the public, over a good beer and under the eyes of a pretty lady or handsome lad. “You know how much Laura is going to hate this.”

“And what if I don’t care what Laura has to say?” Jasmijn demanded, pressing her fingers against the base of her temple. At the foot of her elbow lay a half-consumed beer, its contents long forgotten by the hybrid woman, who was more concerned about figuring what in the hell she was doing. “What if– I don’t know, Daryn.. what if I want to take the risk?”

“You said that eleven years ago, when you up and left the marines. Did it so quickly, I thought they were gonna declare ya MIA.” Daryn huffed, his tongue slurred and rushed, in the essence of his near-inebriated stance.

“That’s not how that works,” Jasmijn waved her hand, pushing away the beer, when a waiter passed, nodding to them in question to whether or not they needed more.

“That’s not my point; the point is, what if you’re making a decision you’re not ready for?” Daryn leaned forwards, setting the glass down with a soft clank. Resting his elbows against the table, he tilted his head to one side. “Jazz, I’ve known you since we enlisted, seventeen years ago. You’ve always been the kind to take the leap without thinking of the consequences.”

“They asked me to take this position, Daryn. They wouldn’t have asked me, unless they knew I had at least a sliver of potential for the job,” Jasmijn sighed.

“Or maybe they are trying to groom you for it, trying to turn ya into one of the Starfleet glamour-kids.” Daryn grumbled, completely biased about his side of the pond. “Just don’t forget who ya are out there, Jazzy. And don’t you dare forget about any of us.”

“Been doing this for eleven years, Daryn, haven’t forgotten any of you guys, yet.” Jazz hummed, rising to her feet. Waving a hand, she turned to leave. “I gotta get going, shuttle leaves in three days; drinks are on me.”

Present Day

Leaning against the hard surface of the shuttle wall, Jasmijn muled over their conversation from the days prior. She did not regret her decision, not one bit, but she did worry that Daryn was trying to say something that she didn’t have the heart to understand. I’m reading too much into this. Jazz thought to herself, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Taking in a sharp breath, she adjusted her stance, sitting up when the pilot glanced back at her.

“We’ll be arriving in about five minutes, DeVries. I suggest you start waking up,” His voice was razzing, teasing in its deeply accented nature. Amused, he returned his gaze to the starscape before him, falling into a silence of his own creation, and her reluctance to respond back.

Slowly, her eyes dropping to the bag at her feet, she leaned over to tug it from the floor, pulling the small carrier onto her lap. Biting the inside of her lip, Jasmijn watched as the shuttlecraft began to slow, requesting permission to dock at the Ark Angel’s shuttlebay, a name which sent shivers down her spine. Knowing she was going to board this ship as an XO was one thing, but seeing the ship for herself.. It made it all the more real, and that nearly scared her.

Closing her eyes, she caught ahold of her breath, pushing down the inferiority of fear, and replacing it with as much confidence as she could muster. Scrunching her nose, the ridges delicately gracing her forehead and the bridge of her nose scrunching along with it. In effort to focus on calming herself down, she felt the fear melt into excitement, the thrill of the opportunity slowly returning to her veins. Subconsciously, she let out a laugh of sheer awkwardness, her gaze hidden by the hood of her eyelids. She did not care if the pilot found this to be the mark of insanity, it relieved her stress, and was far more socially acceptable than the roar which rumbled in her throat.

Within minutes, she was stepping off of the shuttle, a kit slung over her shoulder, as she adjusted it against her hip. Nodding to the pilot, she waved, expressing a badic gratitude for his help on her transportation. With her back turned to the shuttle, she found herself studying the shuttlebay, a near wonder coming across her. It wasn’t much to look at, really, but the thought behind it, was enough to draw excitement back into her bones.

Smiling to herself, a toothy grin that seemed almost animalistic across a face as ‘barbaric’ as her own, she headed for the shuttlebay doors, ignoring the faint hiss, daring her to step across their threshold. Well, this leg of the journey was completed. Now all she had to do was figure out where her quarters was.. Everything else would be easy as pie. Hopefully.

Heels clapping against the hard surface of the floor beneath her, Jasmijn hummed to herself, a tune she had been taught when she was but a small child. Her gaze remained focussed upon the halls of the ship, a toothy smile occasionally offered to the passing officer, but no names were caught, as of yet. The truth was, she could use a bit of guidance, but you wouldn’t hear Jasmijn admitting that any time soon.

Lt. Cmdr. DeVries
Incoming XO

Wandering the halls almost blindly Chis was walking around with several PaDD’s in hand looking at just about all of them for the state of various projects that were going on around the ship along with a few prototypes that he was currently working on. He had a habit of always doing too much at once sometimes and didn’t always pay attention to his surroundings. Perhaps it would be incorrect to say he was wandering the halls completely blind as he had the blueprint and layout of the Mythology-Class vessel memorized down to how many steps it would take to get to any intersection due to the scale of the diagrams. Despite having that knowledge it didn’t stop him from running right into the new XO as he rounded a corner. “Ahh! Crap!” The PaDD’s cluttered up against him in the impact and scattered out to the sides as he fell backwards to the floor.

While rounding the corner, her mind wandering while her gaze remained fixated before her, she did not catch the engineer coming about the bend, until he was in her face, smacking into her. “Good Gods!” She exclaimed, her tongue distinctly Dutch, rather than the Klingon one might have expected from her. Gathering herself, she glanced down to see what had happened, noticing the young man before her. “Oh!”

He landed on his posterior with a solid thump. As he immediately got to his knees and hurriedly started picking up the random PaDD’s that were all over the hallway now.
Sorry, sorry, sorry .. I wasn’t paying attention, completely my faul..” He trailed off as he noticed the person that he had run into. Another.. Klingon ..? He tilted his head for a minute as this person had Klingon features, but .. they weren’t exactly as prominent as one would expect. It wasn’t until he looked at her collar and noticed her pips that he shot up from the floor, dropping another PaDD amongst the others that were still on the floor. “Commander! M-my apologies again .. I wasn’t watching where I was going!”

Lt. (jg) Chris Emmitt (CE)

Watching the look of surprise come across his features, unfolding about his eyes as if suddenly realizing something of grave importance, she took a step back. The sound of the PaDD clanking on the floor was unpleasant to the young Klingon, who shifted her gaze to it. Raising an eyebrow at Chris, she waved a hand in dismissal. “It is fine.” She quickly brushed it away, “Now.. if you’re done gawking, it sure looks like you could use a hand.” Kneeling down, she worked to help gather the PaDDs haphazardly littering the floor.

Lt. Cmdr. DeVries
XO

“G-gawking??!” This caught him completely off guard. No one had ever accused him of such a thing before and to have it happen now somewhat flustered and confused him. “I-I would do no such thing Commander!” He knelt down in silent protest and started collecting his PaDDs back up again as well, his mind still reeling at to how that accusation came around. Well, he was trying to figure out what exactly she was. I mean, clearly she has to be Klingon, right? What was this person doing here anyway? Spending most of his time down in Engineering or in Jefferies Tubes he didn’t really hear much news about stuff going on for the ship and unfortunately, he must have missed news of the current XO being re-assigned.

Lt. (jg) Chris Emmitt (CE)

“Relax, Lieutenant, it was a joke.” She waved a hand towards him, offering a slightly crooked smile before returning to picking up the remainder of the PaDDs. Standing up, she offered them to the man, whenever he had risen back to his feet. “Do you have a name, Lieutenant?” DeVries was fairly amicable when it came down to it, but she could have easily seemed intimidating by her incredible stature and debatably Klingon features. Noticing his confusion when glancing upon her, she chose to put it out there. “I’m half-Klingon.. I know it’s a bit weird to look at.” She shrugged her shoulders, hoping that would obsolve that perplexed feature of his.

Lt. Cmdr. DeVries
XO

“Ah, thank you ..” He collected the remaining PaDD’s back into his arms before answering her question. “Yes Commander, uh .. Emmitt, Christopher Emmitt .. o-or just Chris for short .. though most just call me Emmitt. Anything works!” He shrugged. Once she explained her features it was almost as if relief washed over him “Aaaaaahhhh okay ..” he followed this with a concerned shaking of his head, “I wasn’t about to dare and ask.” It almost seemed like something probably happened before in his life, but he surely wasn’t about to tell. “Could I ask if you’re looking for something in specific by the way Commander? I don’t mean to be rude .. but I don’t recognize you. Are you here to visit someone?” His immediate thoughts were possibly the CMO as she was Klingon, but he wasn’t going to make any assumptions on that either.

Lt. (jg) Chris Emmitt (CE)

“Lieutenant Emmitt.. alright. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mister Emmitt. My name is Lieutenant Commander Jasmijn DeVries, but DeVries will do just fine.” Quirking an eyebrow, she wondered if he had an odd experience with a Klingon before, and whether or not that contributed to his expression. Choosing to brush it off, she merely shrugged her shoulders, dismissing the whole thing. “I just arrived, actually. No, not to visit anyone, here to stay.” Her toothy grin came and went like the Oregon clouds; constantly. “Just on my way to my quarters, nothing special. What about you, Mister Emmitt? Surely you have a plan with all these PaDDs.”

Lt. Cmdr. DeVries
XO


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