Posted by Commander Amelia Manning (Executive Officer) in CO’s Office - Reporting for Duty

Posted by Colonel Calvin Harris (Commanding Officer) in CO’s Office - Reporting for Duty

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Eshrallias sh’Vheris (Chief Science Officer) in CO’s Office - Reporting for Duty
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It was not often Eshrallias stalled in approaching her boss, but with seating as cramped as the shuttle she had arrived by, and a pilot chattier than Leo Getz, Vheris felt the overwhelming urge to freshen up before she arrived to duty irritated and two seconds past nearly strangling an innocent kid. Minutes later, the Andorian officer emerged from her newfound cave, her exasperated expression hidden by the magic of icy water and a replicated washcloth.

Running on a timed schedule–in part by her own design–Eshrallias adjusted the hem of her uniform, making a bee-line for the nearest turbolift. Months had passed since her previous assignment to a Starfleet vessel, her feet grown wary at the navigation of its decks, but somehow she felt at ease. For a life surrounded by the military, whether Starfleet, Terran or Andorian, had left her seeking stability in heart of its organized chaos.

A young man before her, his torso a pale grey (what would appear yellow to most) indicative of his talent, Vheris slipped into the turbolift. “Good morning, Ensign.” She greeted, her gaze trained on his collar for confirmation. He seemed childlike in his features; his undamaged skin met by hands whose calluses resembled that of an kid who spent his days hiking the wilderness rather than manning a starship. He must have been a recent graduate.

“Morning, Commander.” His voice, betraying his spindly stature, was deeper than she had expected. In greeting, he offered a quiet nod, stepping aside as to give his larger companion room in case of any further stops along the way.

“Deck 1.”

By deck three, she had been rid of the Ensign’s silent company, left to her own devices for the remainder of her short ride. As the doors slid apart, she slipped from behind them, her attention trained on the CO’s office rather than the hubbub of life that was the ship’s main bridge.

Many times before she had stood in this position, hesitating to press her finger against the buzzer. In those days it had daunted her, questions of over-analyzation creeping into her mind in effort to send her heart off to the races. Now, it seemed nothing more than a button; a barrier seperating her from one assignment and the next. She pressed it.

Lt. Cmdr. Eshrallias, Incoming CSO

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OOC: So sorry for the delay on this Trinity! I’ll get on it tomorrow!

OOC: slips in while no one is looking – Joana

IC:
The chime had barely had time to ring when the doors opened, revealing the back of a much shorter woman than the new Andorian CSO.

“Well, I hope you enjoy the whisky, Colonel. If not, you can always–” Her first steps had been backwards, slowly turning as she walked out the door. The suggestion as to what Harris could do if he didn’t like the liquor stopping abruptly, as the side of her face came violently into contact with the officer standing at the door.

Vheris searched for a way out of Ameilia’s path, but she didn’t have the time nor the room to move–not without creating a bigger fiasco than they were already in. “Commander, I–.” She opened her mouth to speak, but it was too late. Colliding with her shoulder, Eshrallias braced her foot a few steps behind to give way into Amelia’s force. It was an attempt to make for a softer impact, but there was nothing clearer than the fact it hadn’t worked.

Amelia gave a few steps backwards, her fingers rubbing her cheekbone, before looking up at the Andorian. “Colonel, it looks like you have a visitor.” She smiled at the woman, her face not showing a trace of embarrassment. “I am so sorry, uh…” her eyes searched for the pips in her collar. “… Commander. I didn’t see you there.” Realizing the irony in her words, Manning forced a smile. “You’re tall.”

Cmdr. Manning, XO

“Are you all right, Commander?” Eshrallias observed her face, searching for any discolouration in her pale hue. Her ineptitude, rather disability, with colours made it difficult for the Andorian to tell whether Manning was hurt or if any slight change in complexion was the result of embarrassment. She let it be.

“Then wouldn’t–.” She stopped herself, waving a hand in dismissal. “Nevermind. It doesn’t matter.”

Lt. Cmdr. Eshrallias, CSO