Posted by Ensign Juliet Anders (Security Officer / RTF) in Side Sim - Structural Secrets
Posted by Lieutenant Mwezi (Chief Tactical Officer) in Side Sim - Structural Secrets
Mwezi loved exploring the unused access corridors and jeffries tubes in a new ship. He’d asked the Captain for permission to explore the… Non-classified back-ends of the ship, and the non-committal grunt he’d gotten in reply had been good enough for him.
He’d managed to pry a structural diagram of the non-classified corridors of the Leviathan and downloaded it to his U.R.I., which he had just in case he got lost. It beeped if he got too near the classified areas, at which point he’d turn around and try a different access area. And of course there were the areas that were too small for his large frame to fit.
Despite the restrictions on his exploration, he’d managed to find several secret stashes of various goodies, from Andorian Wine to Talaxian Star-Brandy. It was a fun exploration. Finally, he found a nook where he could stretch out, so he did so, letting his body relax for a few moments. It was a nice nook, empty of any particular belongings.
His sensitive nose picked up traces of one individual who seemed to frequent the area. Mostly human. Female. It was a familiar smell. Someone he’d interacted with when he first arrived, in that hectic time. Jewel? He tried to remember. She didn’t seem to have been here in a while so hopefully she wouldn’t mind him resting here for a little while.
Trainings, rounds, more trainings, more rounds. The days had run end over end for the last several days that when she realized she was off the roster for a day, she didn’t volunteer for anything.
After her usual work out and jog around the ship, she remembered a place she had found where it was just enough distance from all major hubs of the ship to be silent. Silent from mechanical noise, talking noise and mental noise. She turned a few quick corners, climbed a ladder, and was only one turn away from her small nook when she paused.
Someone was ahead.
Her mind reached out to pick up on mental noise. From emotions to surface thoughts, she would sense it. But nothing was there. Or rather, what was there was blank. There were few on the ship capable of blocking out everything surface. Anomalies not included, that narrowed it down considerably. She didn’t have to remain completely on hands and knees, she could have stooped. But she remained on them for ease of movement and crawled the last few feet to turn the corner and see who was there.
While Mwezi certainly hoped to be undetected in the little nook, the sound of shuffling came to his ears a few moments before the smell reached his nose. Ah. The scent was unmistakable. The same one that filled this space. He stayed quiet, thinking maybe she was just heading around, perhaps he would yet remain undetected.
“Mwezi? Right?” Her voice was as silent as her approach had been. Though knowing his own heightened senses, she doubted she had completely snuck up on him. But like him, she could block herself and he may be a bit surprised she wasn’t registering, save on an olfactory level. And after having sweat as she had for the last hour, it was one of the things she wouldn’t have been able to mask.
Ensign Juliet Anders
The voice speaking his name as well as the sight of her face peering around the corner dissuaded Mwezi from the notion of remaining hidden. “Indeed. And you are Jewel? I hope you’ll forgive my intrusion into your nook. It was one of the few areas back here where I could stretch out.” As he spoke, he shuffled around slightly and made room.
He looked at Jewel with a relaxed expression on his face, silently assessing her. She was part of the Security Team, he recalled. Some special security stuff as well. Far above his pay-grade, at least for now. He wondered if this RTF/Anomaly stuff existed in his timeline as well. It’d be reasonable to assume it did. Jewel had the right kind of build for a security officer, and there was a depth in her eyes that showed him that she had the appropriate mindset as well.
“It’s a nice little nook here. I like the quiet,” he commented, turning to look at the wall across from him instead of staring continuously at the Ensign.
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