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Posted Sept. 11, 2020, 8:23 a.m. by Lieutenant Priscilla Simms (Chief Science Officer) (Melissa Aragon)

Posted by Gamemaster Alias Smith N. Jones, Esq. (GMT) in Main Sim - Science - The Man, The Myth, The Physicist

Posted by Lieutenant Priscilla Simms (Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim - Science - The Man, The Myth, The Physicist

Posted by Gamemaster Alias Smith N. Jones, Esq. (GMT) in Main Sim - Science - The Man, The Myth, The Physicist
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As the ship moved away from the dock, the doora to the lab slud open and a slender human male walked through and looked around. Catching a passing Ensign, he said “Excuse me. I’m looking for the Chief Science Officer? The Computer said she was here. Would you mind telling her Dr. Drillek is here to see her.” The Ensign nodded and went tot he offfice door and pressed the chime. “Ma’am, Dr. Drillek for you.”

GMT

“COME!” Priscilla called out absently. She had forgotten to reopen the door after changing into her work uniform. She tried to keep a clean, fresh set in her office for briefings and such and had changed into another set when the briefing had finished and she had settled Dr. Drillek in his quarters a couple hours earlier.

Now she had her back to the door and her head was down over the table of scattered trays, vials and PaDDs. At the mention of the Doctor, though, she smiled and stood up, turned to the Ensign and nodded. “Show him in, of course. Thank you.”

As the man came into view and she crossed the room, her smile brightened. A respectful nod of her head and an extended hand to take a seat by her desk were next. “Dr. Drillek. What a pleasure. I was sure you’d be in engineering. Please, have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?” She nodded to the replicator where her water pitcher and a couple glasses, one full, set on a tray.

Lt Priscilla Simms
CSO

Drillek smiled and said “Please… call me Sean. I was never big on the while ‘doctor’ thing. And I’d love an apple juice, if you don’t mind.” He settled into a chair and looked around. “I like your lab. Vould be laid out a bit better, make movement easier, but it seems to be pretty solid considering the attitude that isn’t a science vessel.” His tone was calm and even, but the last part lent belief that maybe the Command staff’s pyshback during the meeting may have cut him a bit.

GMT

Priscilla nodded and smiled. “Sean it is. And call me Priscilla, please. Apple juice it is.” She moved to the replicator and was bringing up the order when he commented on the ship not being ‘Science’ as the Captain commented. “I assure you, Doc… sorry. I can assure you, the Dresden should be capable of handling just about anything science wise space can throw at it.” She smiled and brought the juice back to him. “As to the layout, I just recently arrived and I admit I tend to adapt to whatever is there rather than rearrange. But if you have a better layout plan, I am more than happy to hear it.” She settled in the chair beside him rather than across from him with the desk between them. “But I’m betting you have better reasons to be here than the placement of desks and chairs. So tell me more about the station and what prompted you to go out there yourself. I mean, surely you could have just sent us out there to check on them.” She reached over to pull her PaDD to her lap to take notes as needed.

Priscilla
CSO

Drillek sipped his juice and nodded slightly. “Very true. But I know every bolt, weld, circuit, relay, and conduit on that entire station. Doesn’t make sense for me to watch you leave only to get called out there when its something you may need help with, right?” he asked with a smile; but there was a hint of concern that shadowed his words.

GMT

It didn’t take a Betazoid to realize something more was on his mind. Leaning back in her chair, using her foot to brace herself on the desk as it started to tip, she used her PaDD stylus to tap the door closed behind her. Once the whisper of its motion ceased, she settled once more and looked at Drillek. “What is it? There’s more to your worry than a blown relay. I’ve seen the schematics and notes on the station. I doubt there isn’t a thing this engineering or science department couldn’t handle when we got there. So what is it that has you upset? You suspect something more in the silence from them than just a relay or antennae, don’t you? Maybe something in your engineering or science gut that you haven’t voiced because there’s no proof yet?” She was reassuring in her tone that whatever he said, she would take as seriously as him.

Priscilla
CSO

Drillek looked at her and a tired smile crossed his face. “Your insightful news is a testament to your record, Lieutenant. A shame you weren’t selected in the final phase for duty aboard the JE.” He took a sip of his juice and then said “I have family on the station. Actual family, not just close friends and colleagues. And what has me concerned is this. Even without official reports and experiment updates and such… there is no personal chatter. No messages, no notifications… nothing. And that is just very, very odd. And the fact that it happened suddenly is troubling. So… that’s why we are going. And I am going because if it is an issue with the station itself, I am the most qualified to fix it. And while I am sure your Engibeers and Science departments are quite capable, rhere are some new systems that they might not be familiar with.”

GMT

Priscilla smiled and inclined her head at the compliment. “I’m flattered I was even considered. But I am sure those chosen are top of their field so I don’t feel that bad.” She winked and laughed. “Gives me something to aim for, now.”

As he spoke of his son, she sobered some. “I am sure he is fine, Si… Sean. You mentioned before that there has been interference from the star in the past. I am sure that’s all it is. And I’m willing to bet that they are so engrossed in the event that it never occurred to them just how long they have been out of communication. I bet you are no stranger to ‘lost time’ when engrossed in something. Perhaps it starts with a missed meal, or going to bed for a night or two. Then next thing you know, it’s been two weeks and you come up for air wondering why everyone’s been so concerned your comm is flooded with ‘where are you?’ and ‘are you ok?’ missives.”

She was trying to be reassuring, but it troubled her as well that even personal messages and traffic weren’t happening. But if something had paused the comms, then nothing would be going or coming. “So let’s start thinking. Start with simplest and work back to the most outrageous and ridiculous. If it is the star, what was done last time to rectify the situation?” Perhaps if she got him thinking of problems and solutions, it would keep his mind from spiraling down a dark path about his son.

Priscilla
CSO


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