Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Viyara’s Quarters - Call for help
Posted by Ensign Viyara Nazeen (Scientist) in Viyara’s Quarters - Call for help
Standing in the middle of her quarters, Viyara looked rather disgruntled at the mess she had accidentally created. She knew exactly where she made the mistake and why, but that didn’t help her now. Right now she had to figure out if it was better not to inform anyone about the damaged dining table and carpet and just cover them with a table cloth and area rug respectively, or if she should inform someone. If she informed someone, she most certainly would get into trouble. If she didn’t, no one might find out till after she eventually transferred to another ship. Or someone might find out before than and ask why she didn’t report for. At least I didn’t set off the internal sensors, she thought to herself as she stared at her failed experiment.
For the longest time she just stood there and debated silently. Before coming here she wouldn’t have cared either way, but for the first time in a very long time she felt like she found a place that she might, eventually, call home and she really didn’t want to get kicked off the ship. Especially not for such a stupid, rookie mistake. Suddenly she had an idea and tapped her communicator to call the one person who might be able to help her get out of this mess. =/\= Nazeen to Hammor. Could you come to my quarters? I need your help. =/\= She knew she was being rather cryptic, but she didn’t know who else might be able to hear what she said.
~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist
A brief moment passed before the familiar voice of the Ops Chief came through. =/\= Understood. Give me twenty minutes and I will be there. =/\= and the line shut off.
In his office, Daggum paused in his review of the latest operations report to think. It wasn’t like V to ask for help, so that meant something had happened. Well, that or she was looking for ‘company’, but she wouldn’t play games like that. So, deciding that it was a legitimate call for assistance, he made his way out of his office and to her quarters. A few minutes early, he pressed the chime and waited.
When Daggum pressed the chime, Viyara walked towards the door before opening it; hoping to block the view of her experiment gone wrong if it should be someone other than him. She was dressed in a pair of black yoga pants and a losely fitting, dark purple t-shirt with a wide neck, revealing her right shoulder. Her hair was pulled back in her messy trade mark ponytail. There were a number black smudges on her face, arms, hands and clothes and what looked like small burns on the hands and forearms.
With a sigh of relief, Viyara stepped aside to let Daggum in. “Thank you for coming and I’m sorry to get you involved in this. I don’t want you to get into trouble. So if you can’t help me, that’s okay.”
As he walked inside, Daggum would see that, for the most, part her quarters looked exactly the same as any other crew quarters and only a few items hinted at the fact that someone actually lived here. The sheets on her bed were of a deep purple colour with some sort of black floral print on them. A small pillow and a cosy looking blanket in similar shades of purple were draped on the small couch. A stack of PaDDs was sitting on the coffee table. But his gaze was probably drawn to her dining table and the remainder of what looked like a small chemistry lab. Whatever she had been doing, though, had clearly gone wrong and caused damage not only to her set up and her arms and hands, but also considerable damage to the table and the carpet. Not to mention the lingering smell of something that had been burning.
Gesturing towards the dining table, Viyara said, “I was doing a simple experiment. Something fun to unwind. But I wasn’t paying close enough attention and made a rookie mistake, blowing things up as a result.” Her lips pursed and her brows pulled together, she looked straight at Daggum, feeling angry and frustrated with herself.
~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist
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