Posted May 10, 2020, 4:59 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Raal M'resh (Chief Science Officer) (Shalon Hurlbert)
Posted by Fleet Captain Katelyn Jacobs (Commanding Officer) in Side Sim: Check-in with the Captain and encounter with Sheriye - Pre-Sim - Bridge and Ready Room
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Raal M’resh (Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim: Check-in with the Captain and encounter with Sheriye - Pre-Sim - Bridge and Ready Room
Posted by Fleet Captain Katelyn Jacobs (Commanding Officer) in Side Sim: Check-in with the Captain and encounter with Sheriye - Pre-Sim - Bridge and Ready Room
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His smile saddened subtly. “I, uh…I can rrelate.” He said. He broke eye contact and his smile returned. “But then, when yourr day job is charrting the everr changing position of the starrs you have to go wherre the action is. ” He wrinkled his nose, a look that was fairly frightening on a Caitian. Something to do with the flattening of the ears and exposing the the canines. Species evolved from prey animals were uncomfortable with such things. “Although, I have spent enough hourrs in Oberrth quarrterrs that I could build one by myself frrom memorry. Come to think of it, why is it always an Oberrth? Those ugly canoes with hats werre old beforre my motherr was borrn. I guess they needed all the new ships for the warr. I hearrd they mothballed the last one ten years ago. Good rriddance.” He caught her eyes again. “I was rrambling, wasn’t I. I have strrong opinions. A kind perrson would call it ‘passion.’“
-Lt. Cmdr Raal M’resh CSO
Katelyn didn’t demonstrate any sort of visceral reaction to the Caitian nose wrinkling. Decades of experience traveling the galaxy had made her fairly immune to the various potentially aggressive seeming ways that different species might show various emotions. She leaned back in her chair as she listened to M’resh, intertwining her fingers and resting them on dark gray of her uniformed abdomen. She smiled as he finished with the comment about passion and nodded her agreement. “Let’s stick with passion, it’s a good word,” she remarked with a sly look. She remained silent for a moment and then continued, “it must be particularly difficult to be away from home if you have a family.” She had glanced through his service record quickly enough to note that he was previously married and that his granddaughter was one of her science officers. Fortunately, she had been tapped for a transfer before this or else it would be inappropriate to offer the position to a blood relative of hers.
Jacobs, CO
Raal’s eyes narrowed. “Are you familiar with the ‘Three Body Problem’? You’d be forgiven if you weren’t. It has to do with gravitational mechanics.” He paused for a moment.
Katelyn shook her head and indicated for the CSO to go on.
“To put it simply, if you have thrree masses interracting in a vacuum they will orrbit a centerr of mass, howeverr, theirr orrbits are necessarrily chaotic and extrremely difficult to trrack. In some cases vanishingly impossible. The masses are attrracted to each otherr and sometimes come verry close to each otherr, sometimes theirr orrbits crross, orr pass thrrough the centerr of mass, but they almost neverr become stable.” He sighed. “That’s me and family. And of courrse, I always assumed I was the centerr.”
-Lt. Cmdr. Raal M’resh CSO
Katelyn listened carefully and then tapped her chin with a finger as she visualized the model that M’resh was suggesting. “When you say assume, that sounds to me like you may be finding that assumption to be inaccurate now,” she observed, raising a dark eyebrow at him in question.
Jacobs, CO
He sighed, pushing the air out through his nose. “You know, they say things about young people. ‘They’re young, they’ll learn!’, ‘They’re getting their mistakes out of the way early!’ The problem is that those learning opportunities, those youthful mistakes? That’s life. Some of those mistakes follow you.” he met her eyes. “I don’t know what the center is, only that I’m not it.”
-Lt. Cmdr. Raal M’resh CSO
Katelyn leaned back in her chair again as she considered the CSO’s words. “That sounds like a difficult adjustment to make to your model of your life,” she observed after a moment. “How are you handling it?” She leaned forward again, folding her hands and capturing M’resh in a steady gaze. She needed to know that he was going to be able to put the Chimera first and to keep the crew safe in that manner, but she was also personally interested in the officer in front of her.
Jacobs, CO
“When you study the stars long enough, watch them move, spin out, explode, collapse, crash, track them in their every changing and swirling mystery you start to realize that there’s no true center to anything. No matter what, everything, every thing, is in orbit of something else. Part of something much, much larger and more complex.” He chuckled, a single whuffing breath. “I guess you could say my entire career has been leading me to adjust the model of my life. My model had stopped. Stuck on Cait in a career I thought would center me, give me the stability I didn’t have. It just made me stagnant.” He looked back into Jacobs’s eyes. “I didn’t realize how much until you slid the box across your desk.” He lifted the box and gave it a gentle shake. The pips inside were affixed to the satin and didn’t rattle, but he didn’t even notice.
-Lt. Cmdr. Raal M’Resh CSO
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