Posted April 19, 2019, 12:25 p.m. by Lieutenant Riali Deandres (Chief Science Officer) (Trin S)
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in CSO’s Office- Calloway
Posted by Lieutenant Riali Deandres (Chief Science Officer) in CSO’s Office- Calloway
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in CSO’s Office- Calloway
(snip)“I don’t mind, but I can’t guarantee you’ll be fully satisfied by the amount I can tell you. But essentially I am responsible for the encryption and decryption protocols on the ship, along with data transmission safety. My experimental work is classified for the time being and will involve modifications to improve these different areas,” Faye explained, doing her best to keep her responses and emotions level. The less that Deandres poked about, the less Faye would be forced to give uncertain answers.
~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist
Bump
“Mmm. A pity it’s classified,” Riali shook her head. She had lived long enough to know ‘classified’ was another way of saying ‘keep prying, and you’ll meet a dead end.’ Although it had taken her a century to accept that, she finally had. Deciding it was best to leave it alone, Riali offered a calm smile. “Besides the point,” she waved a hand in dismissal, “Keep me apprised of whatever you may need.” She rose to her feet, “Unless you have anything further to discuss, I don’t want to keep you from your work.”
Lt. Deandres
CSOFaye was about to just take her leave, but as she rose to her feet, she found herself contemplating something that had occurred to her earlier. “The modular areas on Deck Four is currently not assigned specifically and I wasn’t sure if you were going to use it for research or the Botanical Garden that is also optional. Would you be opposed to having a garden? I’d honestly like a place to putter. I came to realize a little while ago that it is… therapeutic for me. I could use the outlet.”
~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist
“I would be a fool to oppose a garden! We have enough research facilities as is,” Riali barely hesitated to answer. The life of a Starfleet officer was no simple task, and sometimes the psuedo-tangibility of the holodeck wasn’t enough to ease the soul. Plants, in their own curious way, had a tendency to calm the body. She trusted Faye knew their gentle power. “Please, knock yourself out. Just be sure to post a list of what’s been planted. I don’t want anyone being sent to Sickbay for allergic reactions.”
Lt. Deandres
CSO
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