Posted Jan. 19, 2022, 2:06 p.m. by Lieutenant Namid Argimeau (Chief Science Officer) (Trin S)
Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Pre-Sim: Step Up To The Plate, Won’t You? (Tag Argimeau)
OOC: I am SO SORRY! This was written and posted (I thought) but it never loaded for some reason! My apologies, Trinity!
OOC: All good! Besides, it sounds like the past few weeks were rough, to say the least. Glad to hear you’re doing better!
IC:
“Wait…” Namid halted and cast an inquisitive glance at NEnsign Esrasa, “may I see?” They awaited his eager beckon before shuffling over to the sound of his excited sputtering. Though a tad lost, Namid empathised with his thrill and amusedly hum. “All right,” they chuckled, “let’s see it!” They obeyed his wild gesturing at the microscope and leaned forward, adjusting the focus until—
=/\= Lieutenant JG Argimeau to the Ready Room, please. =/\= The voice from the comms was that of the Captain, and the tone indicated that delay was not an option. In his office, Cochrane looked out the window for a moment. The change was sudden… as was the habit of Command when dealing with their wayward Science vessel… but Alex was getting really tired of the switches happening with no warning. He smiled slightly an chuckled to himself, though. This change was solid, and he looked forward to the look on his Scientific Intelligence Officer’s face when they received the news.
Cochrane, CO
Namid startled, tossing an aggrieved and curious glance at their commbadge. What did Cochrane need? They furrowed their eyebrows in a pensive frown, theories emerging from the depths of their thoughts. Shh! Namid scolded inwardly. No time! It wasn’t as though the Captain’s request read: ‘please, take your sweet time coming to my ready room.’ No. They should probably get going now.
“Duty calls,” they pivoted and shot the ebullient botanist an apologetic shrug, “pick this up later?” Esrasa’s empathetic wave coaxed them from the plant sciences labs to the corridors. Fortunately, Deck 4 was a hop, skip and turbolift ride from the bridge. So, it was mere minutes before the bumbling SIO approached Cochrane’s ready room and palmed the chime.
— Namid Argimeau, Scientific Intel
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