“I’d love to take a look at your lab, Sir,” Wendell said. “I’m Lt. Cmdr. Wendell Vaughn Chief Science Officer on the Memorial. This is one of my eager Junior Science Officers, Ensign Tanaka.” He waved to an Oriental human female.
“I love your weather, by the way. It’s a good thing that our equipment’s durable,” he added.
Jozan followed along silently for the moment until Vaughn brought up the equipment. “How is your equipment holding up in this weather?” He asked curiously.
“Well enough, Lieutenant,” Wendell acknowledged. “Although all of our gear should be rated to handle planetary survival specifications, it may be a good idea for us to run a routine diagnostics on them after exposure to the weather here.”
As the group would exit a turbolift into a lower area, Mudd finally got to replying. “..The equipment is holding up quite well actually! When the colony got first setup some years ago we were in a period of ‘lull’ for the major storms we’re seeing now. So we had to adapt the equipment using our industrial replicators to stand up to the punishments you see now. Thankfully there havent been any major injuries so far, the heavy weather forcefields around the colony proper do a good job of keep folks safe, though as you saw do a poor job of keeping us dry when we got to go out there!” he said with a mirthful chuckle.
Rounding to the left on a small curved hall they came to a lab door marked, ‘Geology Lab 1 - Dr Phillips’, which denoted its function and the assumingly lead researcher for it. “..Doctor Phillips is inside last I checked, she can give you access to the colony scans or diagnostics you may need. Want me to wait here or go on in with you?” he inquired.
“As you will, Sir,” Wendell said. He had already forgotten Mudd’s title. But he didn’t eant to embarrass the man by asking him outright.
He politely knocked on the door to the geology lab to announce his presence before entering.
Turning from looking into some kind of microscope the woman named as Dr Phillips turned, “..Yes?” she asked, removing a small pair of goggles from her head. She blinked owlishly at the group coming in, “..Ah you must be the folks from the Memorial.” she commented. Phillips was a woman in her late 30s or so, bright golden hair, and even brighter blue eyes and a tanned skin. “..I’m Dr Phillips what can I do for you?” she asked.
“I’m Lt. Cmdr. Wendell Vaughn, Chief Science Officer, USS Memorial,” Wendell introduced himself. “It’s been four years since the Federation has received a status report from this station.”
Jozan stood back as the Science officer took charge and introduced himself. He looked around the room, observing the scientists work.
”..Actually we have had reports sent for the past 4 years and done long range updates and comm contacts, I think you were misinformed, as it has been 4 years since anyone from Starfleet or the Federation physically came here to check on us..” Phillips clarified. “..As you can see beyond some bad weather right now we’re doing ok, unless there is something else you needed?” she asked.
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