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Posted Oct. 13, 2020, 1:27 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Wendell Vaughn (Chief Science Officer) (Mike Monte)

Posted by Lieutenant Simon Arbogist (Counselor) in CSO office (open)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Wendell Vaughn (Chief Science Officer) in CSO office (open)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Wendell Vaughn (Chief Science Officer) in CSO office (open)
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Wendell was in his office, adjoining Science Lab One, still puttering away in the dead of night. He had his mug of mocha raktajino which he drank as he reviewed and entered data on his lcars terminal.

He was basically updating his required weekly report on the status of his science officers and any ongoing experiments. Low level stuff, really.

He thanked the stars for replicators that knew how to properly make mocha raktijino. Each. Time.


Wendell’s taste buds simply weren’t refined enough to distinguish replicated food and drink from the real thing. So, he was content with his replicator.


The chime to his office rang. For the late hour it was a little strange. But it appeared that Wendell had a visitor.

-Counselor Simon Arbogist

The office was adjacent to Science Lab One, and the office had transparent walls. While Wendell might have seen Simon walk into the lab itself, he was far too engrossed in his work to notice.

The lights in the main lab were dimmed to about %25 of normal, so it was that the lab was otherwise unoccupied. A low volume of classical
Tchaikovsky could be heard.

So he was a bit startled when the chime rang. In fact, he spilled his mug of mocha raktijino all over his desk!

“Enter!” he said as he grabbed a spare utility towel to clean up the mess.


As the door slid open, in walked an unfamiliar looking Betazoid man with auburn hair. His black eyes seemed weirdly blank yet concerned.

“I apologize,” The man said. “I did not mean to startle you and make you spill your drink.” He grabbed an extra towel nearby and began helping to clean up the spill. “I’m the new Counselor on board. My name is Simon Arbogist.”

-Counselor Simon Arbogist

“Oh? Hello,” Wendell replied. “I’m Wendell Vaughn. Chief Science Officer. I’d shake your hand. Buy my hand is full of coffee.”

“Always remember to take a clean towell with you. It’s just that I didn’t expect anybody in this late at night. And I was catching up on my work.”


“I do apologize,” Simon said. “I was taking a stroll through the ship. I don’t often sleep much. I sensed you and thought you might like a little company. I do hope I’m not interrupting. Do you find yourself more productive at the late hour?”

-Counselor Simon Arbogist

“Sometimes,” Wendell admitted. “Fewer distractions, I suppose. I was just catching up on some routine paperwork. How do you like the ship?”


“So far it seems rather nice,” Simon said. “How do you feel about it? Do you have any insights that you might be able to share with me as someone who’s just arrived?” He gave Wendell a warm smile.

-Counselor Simon Arbogist

“Just don’t forget that the bridge is in the middle of the ship,” Wendell laughed. “I swear. The person who designed this ship. Frank Lloyd Wright, he’s not.”


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