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Science Lab 7 (Deck 5) - Late Night Research

Posted April 7, 2021, 2:48 p.m. by Lieutenant Kiama Naim (Chief Science Officer) (Silke Fahl)

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Science Lab 7 (Deck 5) - Late Night Research

Posted by Lieutenant Kiama Naim (Chief Science Officer) in Science Lab 7 (Deck 5) - Late Night Research
It was already rather late when Kiama finally got off her desk. She loved her job and she didn’t mind the admin part that came with her position either, but lately she found that she had very little time, or rather allowed herself very little time, to work on a personal project and she was missing that. After all, as much as she loved science in general, she was a neuroscientist and so far that had been no use for that since she had come to the Manhattan. That was okay and she didn’t regret anything and at the same time she did miss working in that field. So she headed over to science lab 7. She knew that it was empty at this time and that was what she was looking for.

Once inside, she walked over to one of the computer terminals and while calling up one of her research file, instructed the computer, =/\= Computer, play Naim’s playlist number 4. Moderate volume. =/\= After the familiar chirping noise, the lab was filled by Claude Debussy’s Pour le piano, L. 95: 2. Sarabande. As she settled down in front of the computer terminal, Kiama felt herself relax; feeling surprised at the tension she had been holding without even noticing it. It wasn’t long before she was fully immersed in her work, not noticing anything around her and, despite it’s volume, she also only registered the music in the back of her mind.

~Lt. Naim, CSO

Cochrane couldn’t sleep. It was not an uncommon occurrence. So, as was his habit, he got dressed in his uniform (he sometimes relieved the Bridge officer for a long meal break) and began to walk the passageways and decks of the ship. It was these walks that helped him connect to the ship herself. The soft vibration of the deck plates as the ship shot through space… the almost imperceptible creak of a bulkhead as the integrity field made minor adjustments… the low bass thump as an airlock engaged. All the small sounds that somehow got lost when the majority of the crew was up and running about were more accessible at this time of night, and Alex liked it.

It also let him meet some of the crew he didn’t normally interact with. A nod and smile to a passing Security patrol. Stopping to chat with an Engineer who was working on a power relay inside an access panel in one of the passageways. A wave as he passed Sickbay and saw a few of the Medical staff playing cards at the nurse’s station. And then he walked by the labs… and heard music. Stopping, he tilted his head to the side and listened, smiling at the piece. He walked in and saw the CSO hunched over a terminal. Curious at what would have the Science Department Head working so late, he walked over and said “Evening Lieutenant. What are you doing working so late?”

Cochrane, CO

It took several moments before his presence and his words registered with Kiama. But eventually she looked up and said, =/\= Computer, lower the volume of the music to 10% =/\= She then continued, “Good evening Captain. I could ask you the same, but to answer your question: I haven’t had time, or didn’t allow myself to make the time, to work on my own project. And as I’m still feeling awake enough right now, I decided to rectify that.” Tilting her head slightly, she then asked, “What about you?”

~Lt. Naim, CSO


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