Posted Oct. 21, 2020, 10:39 p.m. by Ensign Claude Seguin Genard (Science Officer) (Jody Romero)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharah Fayth (Chief Science Officer) in Deck 13 - Checking in with Da Boss
Posted by Ensign Claude Seguin Genard (Science Officer) in Deck 13 - Checking in with Da Boss
Ensign Genard finally found time in his initial schedule to check in with his supervisor. He knew he had a duty shift coming and wanted to get a feel for the the Chief Science Officer he would be working with. All he knew was she was a Lieutenant Fayth, and that she was a Betazoid.Walking the corridors of Deck 13 it didn’t take much to notice the entrance to the main science area. Large expanse of rooms, separated with many work stations and various machines. ‘Remember, Claude. Whatever you do don’t embarrass yourself. As a Betazoid she can read minds so keep things light.”
Entering the main doorway he looked around and saw the a second story that seemed to hold offices. He would start there first. He found a floating staircase and ran his hand along the handrail just to ensure he didn’t trip. Upon arriving he noticed a person coming out of one of the offices.
“Excuse me, Can you tell me where I can Find Lieutenant Fayth?”
- Ens. GenardSharah looked up and smiled, “You’ve found her. What can I do for you?” She took in the science blue uniform and turned back around and headed into her office. “
“I am one of the new Officers assigned to your section. Ensign Claude Genard.”
“Come in Ensign, have a seat.”
“Thank you Lieutenant. I believe with the size of the Ark Angel, I will be on my feet quite a bit.” He added with a smile. Looking around the office he quickly found a seat across from her desk and sat. Eyes scanned the room making note of several things, but her main console attracted most of his attention.
Her office was all glass panels allowing her to see the entirety of the science labs, but also allow anyone else to see into the office and make her more accessible. The office was rectangular in shape following the outer curve of the hull. The right side of the office was a minute science lab where it appeared Lt Fayth was working on some personal project. Her desk was to the left side. There was a large monitor that listed all the labs and the progress of whatever project was going on. It was updated by each person in the department as they worked. It also, more importantly, it showed the safety status of each lab. Directly in front of the door was a large window and in front of that window as a flower bed at an early stage of growth, the seedlings currently unidentifiable unless you knew what to look for. “Would you care for a drink Ensign?”
Lt. jg Fayth, CSO
“Actually I would. The replicator in my quarters has yet to be activated.” he added, “Coffee, black with creamer.”
When Lieutenant Fayth turned to hand him his drink he stood, and remained standing until she took a seat. “Seems you will always know what I’m doing with a display like that. I came from a smaller assignment before this, mainly working independently. We were doing some cultural research on a pre-warp society in the Mutara Sector.”
Ens. Genard.
© 1991-2024 STF. Terms of Service
Version 1.15.11
RSS Feed