Posted Oct. 26, 2020, 5:55 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Mazhari Allendor (Engineering Officer) (Melissa Aragon)
Posted by Ensign Tabris Asam (Enginerring Officer) in Tabris’s first day in Main Engineering
The alarm went off now for the last time and Tabris thought, no, he was positive that it was getting annoyed with how many times the Ensign had hit the delay option. Rousing himself from his slumber the middle aged looking El-Aurian stretched, his 400 year old bones creaking and crackling as he stood. While his vision was blurry Tabris rubbed them a bit as he made his way to the sonic shower and said, “Computer? Please replicate me a hazlenut coffee at 58 degrees Celsius. Thank you.” While it was somewhat out of place these days, Tabris had always tried to be polite to whomever he was asking something of, real, cybernetic, or otherwise. After getting himself clean Tabris put his uniform on, his glasses, and sipped away at the coffee before realizing it was exactly 20 minutes after he thought it was. He nearly fell over as he jolted up from the table, gulped his coffee down and haphazardly tossed the cup on the table. He grabbed his vintage 2265 era PADD loaded with his transfer orders, certificates, and areas of expertise, as well as letter of recommendation and rushed out the door.
Entering main engineering was no easy feat as while Tabris would claim he studied the schematics over and over, he certainly would be lying and got himself mixed up twice while trying to get here. He looked down at his wrist, a 1971 Micky Mouse Timex watch strapped to his wrist. He had 30 seconds to be at the CE’s door and he barely let the doors open wide enough before his eyes darted around finding the door and bolting to it in the most dignified way a man with now 22 seconds to move could. He rang the chime, 4 seconds to spare as he wiped his brow with his sleeve as he stood at attention.
Ensign Tabris Asam, Eng
Mazi turned as the doors to engineering swished open. She was at the main console table just inside and, had she been one or two more feet to the right, she would have been bowled over by the new Ensign rushing to the Chief’s office. A smile lit her lips as her hand rose to scratch just in front of her antennae. As a half Andorian, she had the telltail antennae. Unfortunately, she had never grown as comfortable, as most, with them. Their quick eratic motion sometimes irritated her cause she couldn’t stop it anymore than she could stop a sneeze or an itch.
“You can breathe, you know,” she said to the man with a smile. “And she doesn’t bite. At least, not on the first day. Usually,” she grinned once more in a light teasing tone. She wanted the poor kid to relax and wondered if she was ever that skittish when she was new.
Lt JG Mazhari Allendor
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