Posted Sept. 1, 2022, 8:40 a.m. by Lieutenant Tyler Michael Wells (Scientist) (James Harrison)
Posted by Lieutenant Dr. Solomon Kane (Chief Science Officer/Research & Development) in Side Sim - Checking in with CSO
Posted by Lieutenant Tyler Michael Wells (Scientist) in Side Sim - Checking in with CSO
Tyler made his way to the Science labs for his first official duty shift on board. He was eager to meet his new department head and other team members. It was always refreshing to make new friends and colleagues.Stepping into the lab area, Tyler looked around, noticing a few crew members already diligently working on their various projects. Making his way over to the Chief Science Officer’s office, Tyler rang the chime outside the door, wondering if the CSO was actually in.
-Lt Tyler Wells, Science
A Deltan crew member dressed in the blue of the Science Section whipped her head up and hissed at Wells through clenched teeth “What are you doing?! Get away from that door!“
Tyler looked around, giving the other crew members a raised eyebrow. What was the concern?
Another scientist looked up and said softly “Di-… did he just do what I think he did?” The Deltan Ensign looked over and nodded, a look of irritation on her face. “He did.” By that time, most of the individuals working in the lab had stopped what they were doing and were looking at Wells. A voice near the back said “Oh no…” and another voice said “I’m out. Its time for my lunch.”, even though it wasn’t even 0900 ship’s time.
At that moment the door slid open and a human stepped out… but he didn’t look like an officer, except for the disheveled Science uniform and Lieutenat’s pips on his collar. A cascade of dark brownish-blonde hair fell over half of his slightly bearded face, with the left side of his head shaved halfway up his temple. A predatory scowl and darting blue eyes added to an expression of malice… almost like a predatory animal being challenged. Tattoos covered all of the visible skin (more than normal exposed as his sleeves were pushed up past his elbows), including the man’s hands and neck. The images on his skin were chaotic; no discernable pattern of images or even quality. Some appeared to have been done by true artists with impeccable ability… and some seemed like they were done by blind drunks in dark alleys with no concept of how to draw.
The man’s eyes fixed on Wells and his hands went to his hips. In a voice more akin to a growl than anything, he said “What do you want?” more as an accusation than a question.
Kane, CSO / R&D
Tyler looked at the man before him. He had known many different types in his time. It took a lot more than a gruff attitude to scare him off.
“Well good morning to you too, sir,” Tyler said, flashing a smile. “I’m Lieutenant Tyler Wells, your newest science officer. Just wanted to come by and check in with you.”
Lt Tyler Wells
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