Pre-Sim - Reporting to the CO

Posted Jan. 15, 2019, 2:38 p.m. by Lieutenant Riali Deandres (Chief Science Officer) (Trinity Fister)

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Pre-Sim - Reporting to the CO

Posted by Lieutenant Riali Deandres (Chief Science Officer) in Pre-Sim - Reporting to the CO

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Pre-Sim - Reporting to the CO

Posted by Lieutenant Riali Deandres (Chief Science Officer) in Pre-Sim - Reporting to the CO

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Pre-Sim - Reporting to the CO

Posted by Lieutenant Riali Deandres (Chief Science Officer) in Pre-Sim - Reporting to the CO

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Pre-Sim - Reporting to the CO

Posted by Lieutenant Riali Deandres (Chief Science Officer) in Pre-Sim - Reporting to the CO
Let’s see.. Riali thought to herself, tapping a stylus against her lip in thought. She sat at the foot of her bed, her kit laying on a small table halfway across the room, seemingly forgotten for the time being. Studying the PaDD in her lap, she glanced over the checklist of what needed to be completed, before the evening claimed another day. How about this.. She scribbled down the items in a list of importance, making for the most effective way to tackle the rest of her day.

Pulling herself to her feet, she took one last glance at the PaDD, tossing it onto the bed as it landed with a soft clap. At the top of her list, in scribbled cursive, read: ‘Check in with the boss,’ her first intended stop of the day.

Tugging her uniform, she made certain it was straight enough to be somewhat presentable, even if the scientist was harldy known for being conscientious about what she wore, she headed out of the quarters, prepared to deal with its contents later. Navigating her way back to the turbolift, she held her tongue during the entire ride up, despite a young NE standing beside her. Stepping off, with a genial nod of acknowledgement to the Ensign, she headed for the Captain’s ready room, pressing her finger against the chime.

Now, she waited.

Lt. Deandres
CSO

“Come in.” came a voice from the other side of the door and the doors slid open.

The office was obviously recently moved into, as there were still a few small boxes stacked in a corner of the room and two bookcases on one wall stood with empty shelves behind their glass doors. Pictures had been mounted around the room, and various odds and ends graced places here and there. Displayed prominently, however, on a shelf by itself high up on the wall directly behind the desk that sat opposite the door, was a lone figure of a gold Ox. Lighting had been directed so that it drew the eye of anyone who came through the door almost immediately.

Seated behind the desk was a human male in the red uniform of Command officers. He looked up as the doors opened. His hair was black, making the bright blue eyes beneath the well-groomed hair even more intense. He had a youthful appearance, somewhat more so than the Captain’s pips at his collar would seem to indicate. He smiled warmly as the Lieutenant entered and stood up. He was tall, but not overly so, and had a lithe, athletic build.

“Ah, Lieutenant Deandres. So nice to meet you.” and he extended his hand towards her. His voice was pleasant, with a very slight British accent. “Captain Alexander Cochrane. I trust your trip to the station was uneventful?”

Cochrane, CO

As though a shrine intended to steal the attention of every waygoing tourist, the Ox caught her diverse gaze, hogging it for several seconds. She pondered the significance behind it, wondering if it were some kind of memoriam for a deceased family member or valued crewman. Although, she had not the heart to ask the Captain if he had lost someone.

Tugging her attention from the Ox, the sound of a lightly accented voice directing her eyes towards a tall, lithe man, whose obisidan hair emphasized the azure of his profound gaze. His youth puzzled her, an appearance hardly withstanding the rank indicated by his collar. Although, she suspected the Captain held a level of prestige that age could not measure, a nature she had become accustomed to seeing.

“Captain Cochrane.. please, the pleasure is all mine,” A charming smile, friendly rather than flirtatious, bore a certain prominence about her features. “Oh, you could say something like that. My first trip was with a genial group of scienists, ranging seven different species. After living in the same bunker for six months, you can probably imagine the conversations,” She laughed. “How has your day been, sir?”

Lt. Deandres
CSO

Cochrane chuckled slightly and said “My head feels like it’s been in a bunker for six months.” and he gestured to one of the chairs sitting in front of the desk. “Last minute change of command, getting those we need on and those we have to say farewell to off… it’s definitely challenging, I can say that.” and he walked over to the replicator. “Care for anything to drink, Lieutenant?” he asked politely.

Cochrane, CO

“And I thought closing an expedition was hard. But you, sir, you seem to have more on your plate than any of us,” She smiled, “Combined.” Riali allowed her hands to fall to her sides, quietly. “Last minute? Congratulations on your new command,” She added, shortly after processing his words. “Green tea would be amazing, thank you.”

Lt. Deandres
CSO

Cochrane chuckled and retrieved the green tea. For himself, black tea with lemon. Carrying the drinks back to his desk, he set the cups down and took a seat. “Thank you. And first command, actually.” and he took a sip. “I know a lot of CO’s would try to downplay that fact, but I think it’s best for everyone to know that I’m new to the center chair. It will make my inevitable mistakes a bit more palatable.” he said with a chuckle. Leaning back, he looked directly at Riali. “So. What questions do you have before I ask mine?” he said plainly.

Cochrane, CO

First command, eh? Don’t mess up,” Riali kept her voice light, an effort to make certain he knew her to only be teasing. “In all seriousness, if Starfleet Command thought you worthy of becoming a Captain, they were probably right. Of course, like you said, there is going to be your fair share of trials and tribulations, but I’m almost positive you’ll do fine, sir.” Receiving the tea, she bowed her head in appreciation, waiting for it to cool. “Questions? None that likely won’t be answered by the end of this meeting.” She assured.

Lt. Deandres
CSO

“Much appreciated. So, let’s get down to it, shall we?” and he tapped a few commands into the desk interface and brought up her file. “You have an solid educational background, and your experience in the field is quite impressive. I read a few of your articles, and they all are well thought out and sound with solid research behind them. So as far as your scientific capabilities go, I have no concerns at all. This is a good thing, as you will be a cornerstone of this ship’s operations. We are, after all, primarily a science vessel. In that capacity, I will expect you to be vocal in our mission briefings and to set the priorities our scientific endeavors. My background is not in the sciences. I am originally from the Security section, and I have experience with first-contact missions and diplomacy. So I will defer to you in more than a few instances. Are you all right with that?”

Cochrane, CO

“Thank you, sir.” Although, Riali did not find it nearly as impressive, specifically because of her age and the time she had been exposed to sciences both in the field and in her studies. With age came knowledge, that was her belief on the matter. Deandres was not a quiet woman, but she did not prefer to speak without a reason to. Thus, this comment begged her to consider, knowing the vessel would require the voice of science above other departments, at some points. Luckily, she knew she had a competent staff behind her, from what she had been able to read, thus there would be more than a single mind on each project and mission. “I am perfectly all right with that, sir. I am confident that my staff and I will be able to provide you with the information you need; they are studious, I hear.”

Lt. Deandres
CSO


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