Posted March 16, 2021, 9:12 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Namid Argimeau (Scientific Intelligence Officer) (Trin S)
Relieved of the mandatory medical and psychological evaluations, Namid retracted their steps to Deck 6 for what they hoped would be the more eventful of their check-ins. They couldn’t say they’d done their research on the CSO. If they were being honest, the concept of diving into their superior’s service record for the sake of preparation was.. weird.
Argimeau indulged the thrill of going in blind. They enjoyed the ambiguity – the uncertainty of what people would say and the leniency to let them, not a file, share what they felt was pertinent to know. Namid hoped they would impart the same courtesy onto them, but they learned not to expect it. People preferred to be informed, and they couldn’t argue with that.
Pausing by Naim’s door, they lifted their hand to the chime and pressed a thin, scarred finger to its face. Quietly, they stepped back and waited for a response.
– Namid Argimeau, Scientific Intelligence
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