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[Pre-Sim] CO’s Ready Room: Emerson Reporting In

Posted June 23, 2022, 9:13 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Audrey Emerson (Chief Science Officer) (Joana Ribeiro)

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The first night on board had been uneventful, but a good night’s rest made all the difference after the long journey of the previous day. Skimming through the day’s tasks on her PaDD while drinking her morning coffee, Audrey got ready for the busy day ahead.

Honestly, all she wanted was to check the science labs and her office, but there were more pressing matters than that at the moment. First things first, and the first things were reporting everywhere she was due before starting anything else.

“Meow.” The high pitched complaint came from near the replicator where she had set her new companion’s space for now.

“I know, I know!” Audrey hadn’t decided on a name for him yet, so she referred to him as Kitty whenever necessary, and for now that worked out just fine. She refilled his water bowl and filled his food bowl with the best cat food replicators could make. It smelled better than she had expected. With a soft pat on his head and a little chin rub, Audrey continued. “I’m going to be out for a little bit, but I’ll be back later. You know where the litter box is.”

“Meow.” Was the reply.

“I know, Kitty… I know. I’m sorry…”

With a last glance at her quarters and a soft smile at her cat, Audrey was off.

First stop, deck 1, Captain’s Ready Room.

No matter how many times she had done it before, it never got easier. Although, the view to the Bridge as the turbolift’s doors open made it a little better.

With a few confident strides, she walked to the Ready Room’s door, and with a final glance at her uniform and a last check on her braid, Audrey pressed the chime and waited.

Lt. Cmdr. Emerson, CSO

“Easy-to-please houseguest my arse. You know you really don’t inspire trust or faith if someone comes in and sees you dead,” Kelly said adjusting a leaf on a succulent that now resembled more of a mushy brown splotch versus a firm green extension of the plant. The truth was Kelly’s thumb was anything but green even with something as sure-fire as a succulent. Hearing the chime she replied, “Come,” adjusting a photo in front of the plant hoping it was hidden enough.

Kelly Bordeaux CO

The word was all it took for Audrey to walk through the sliding doors of the Captain’s Ready Room. Looking around, she was now very aware of her own movements. Why was she so nervous again? She had done this three other times before but somehow it never got easier.

As Audrey’s mind went on a little tour of its own, she finally settled her gaze on the other woman in the room. She smiled. Was it a polite smile? Did she look like an idiot? Emerson tried to control the muscles around her lips but she was sure she was only making it worse. Shaking her head slightly and regaining her composure in such a way that she hoped had gone unnoticed, Audrey stepped towards the Atlantis’s Captain.

“Captain Bordeaux, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” She held out a hand for her to shake if she so wished. “I’m Lieutenant Commander Audrey Emerson, your new Chief Science Officer.” Of course you are. She knows that! Came her brain’s immediate response. Emerson ignored it. “Here are my transfer orders Ma’am.” She said as she offered Bordeaux a PaDD. Trying her best to keep a professional smile on her face, Audrey hoped she looked more like someone with almost a decade of experience on the job and less like an Ensign fresh out of the Academy. The truth was that she had always been a horrible conversation starter, but she also knew that once conversation started flowing, she would ease into it. At the moment, however, her hands were shaky and her palms were getting sweaty, and Audrey hoped it didn’t show.

Lt. Cmdr. Emerson, CSO

Kelly took the PaDD casually with a half-smile. “Call me Kelly,” she said gesturing to the seats by her desk. “I try not to stand on formality when I am able. I hate first meetings too,” she leaned in slightly as if sharing a secret. “I tend to always say something wrong or go back to my quarters and replay every sentence until I make myself crazy. Coffee,” Kelly asked moving towards the replicator.

Audrey smiled a knowing smile, and a little less nervous one too. “Yes, Ma’am.” She replied at the mention that she was free to address Bordeaux by her first name. The fact that she had done exactly the opposite seemed to not register in her mind.

“The only rule, Audrey,” Kelly used the woman’s first name hoping it would relax her some, “is never offer me that Boston Bay water the English think we will opt for over coffee. Personally, I think they are still sore we Americans tossed it over the harbor walls in Boston almost five hundred years ago which is why they constantly push it on us but tea is coffee’s weaker and more pathetic cousin. Here we run on pure diesel arabica.”

Kelly Bordeaux

Audrey didn’t share that strong of an opinion about tea. She was a tea enjoyer on occasion, but she wasn’t a regular tea drinker.

“Yes, Ma’am. You won’t ever find me bringing you tea.” She chuckled. She was feeling that they would get along just fine, but then again, she had felt the same on the Santiago, and it hadn’t turned out for the better. It had been her own fault though… Audrey hoped she wouldn’t mess up this time either.

“Excellent. Already getting three stars for your up-and-coming performance review,” she joked good-naturedly nodding at the replicator as Kelly grabbed her cup off.

“Coffee would be great!” Emerson had just had her morning coffee before she left her quarters, but there was really no such thing as too much coffee. She usually ran on the stuff anyway, and it was likely that she’d grab another cup before her next check-in appointment. The fact that she generally worked on a lab full of dangerous substances was not a problem. The only time she had had an issue it hadn’t been due to her coffee consumption habits. Although there had been that one time when she drank the compound she was working on and poured her coffee on her Erlenmeyer instead… the two weeks in sickbay that followed hadn’t been fun.

Not wanting to stare at her new Commanding Officer while she grabbed the coffee from the replicator, but also not knowing what else to say, Audrey stepped closer to the desk, sat down on one of the previously offered seats, and waited.

Lt. Cmdr. Emerson, CSO

“So Audrey Emerson,” Kelly said bringing the coffee to her desk and setting the woman’s cup before her as Kelly took her seat. “I don’t tend to run on rank and file unless we have to. I also tend to go by Kelly more often with the senior staff than Bordeaux because my husband is the chief diplomat. Just giving you a heads up so you don’t yell out Bordeaux and get two people saying yes. What are you most comfortable with being called? Just because I am the CO I hate to assume people always want to go by their last name however, fair warning, since my senior staff is made up almost exclusively of lieutenant commanders, it might sound like a cadet review if I just randomly yell out a rank.” Kelly smiled taking a sip hoping her small dip into the humor pool might help the science chief relax some. It was always awkward meeting the boss and the faster Kelly could alleviate that, the better this meeting got.

Kelly Bordeaux CO

“I’ll try Ma’am. Uh… K-Kelly.” Did it sound as bad as it did to her own ears? Audrey could feel the heat rising on her cheeks. “But I can’t make any promises.” She completed, promptly taking a sip of her coffee to hide her embarrassment.

It was weird. Having grown up on a starship, with a mother actively in the Command line, there was a very specific set of rules that had been imprinted in her mind from a very young age, and right at the top were the proper ways of addressing a ship’s Commanding Officer. In Emerson’s case, these were particularly important, as for most of her childhood and teenage years, the ship’s CO had been her mother. Sure, she was not serving under her, but also her mother had made sure that she only ran into the Bridge yelling ‘Mooom!’ exactly once. From then on, the rules were established and up until her current posting she had never been given the freedom to break them.

“Audrey is what everyone calls me. So, by all means, I don’t need to go by rank or last name either.” Emerson smiled. The irony of the request was not lost on her.

Taking another sip of her coffee, thoroughly enjoying the warmth the cup brought to her hands, she took a moment to let her gaze wonder around the desk. A picture frame caught her eye, and behind it, the tip of a browning succulent leaf peeked through. As the stereotypical scientist, Audrey was bad at small talk but could spend hours discussing the intricacies of her work, and she found her thoughts wondering to the chemical processes behind what was happening to the small plant and what kind of compounds could be used to help revitalise it.

Audrey mindlessly took another sip of coffee waiting for Bordeaux’s next question. Her eyes seemingly now transfixed by the picture on the desk even though she was actually thinking about the succulent that seemed to be behind it.

Lt. Cmdr. Emerson, CSO


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