Posted Sept. 11, 2022, 10:47 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Serral Echei (Science Officer) (Lucas Foxley)
Posted by Ensign Jordan Garza (Engineer) in Side sim: Need a Leg Up? (TAG Jordan)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Serral Echei (Science Officer) in Side sim: Need a Leg Up? (TAG Jordan)
Posted by Ensign Jordan Garza (Engineer) in Side sim: Need a Leg Up? (TAG Jordan)
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Serral was still working on the same leg as when he’d arrived on Chernov. Honestly, it hadn’t been that long. But by now, the outside was done, and Serral was assembling the internal components. The leg was incredibly realistic. The compound Serral used to make up the skin looked and felt as close to the real thing as science of the time could get, and he used a special material to simulate the feel of muscle under the leg, even though the real internals would be mechanized and computerized. So… there was an entire leg sitting on Serral’s work station while he fiddled with a small computerized component in his lap.~ Lt JG Echei, Science
Jordan had been wandering the ship, trying to familiarize himself with its layout. He didn’t officially report for his first duty shift until oh eight hundred the following morning so he was taking as much advantage of the free time as he could. Somehow, and he really had no idea how it was even possible, he had gotten lost. He hadn’t seen anyone else in a while, which wasn’t all that surprising since it was later in the evening, but still, he wished he could bump into just one person so that he could ask them where the nearest turboshaft was. Coming around the curve of another corridor he realized he was still all alone and sighed.
He was passing a door marked Science Lab when he heard the sound of equipment running and figured it was his most likely option for finding someone who could direct him, instead of just continuing to wander. Stepping up to the doors he waited for them to part and then strode into the room beyond. As his eyes took in the scene before him, he immediately came to a full stop, his eyes going wide behind his glasses, and his mouth hanging open slightly. It took him a few seconds to even realize that there was another person in the room. After all it wasn’t every day that you walked into a science lab to see what appeared to be a severed human leg laying on a workstation.
“Um, what the hell…” he somehow managed to say, his eyes flitting from the person to the leg, and back again, wondering if he’d somehow made it back to his assigned bunk, fallen asleep, and entered into some sort of weirdly vivid nightmare where he was about to be killed by a mad scientist.
Ensign Jordan Garza - Junior Engineering Officer
The “mad scientist” was a tall, lanky Vulcan who appeared not to notice Jordan until the newer officer spoke. However, when Serral looked up, he seemed less than surprised, studying the Engineering officer with black eyes. He wore a blue Science uniform, and had dark brown, almost black, hair that lacked the typical glossiness of Vulcan hair.
Carefully setting the project in his lap on his work, he stood and started to move towards Jordan as if to escort him out. “This is the Science section. I take it you are looking for Engineering?” He asked, preparing to point Jordan in the right direction. He noticed then, that the officer was staring at his project, and commented, “It’s a prosthetic, for a Vulcan woman who lost her leg in an accident.”
~ Lt JG Echei, Science
Jordan noted the man getting up from the desk and almost backed away, before reminding himself that no matter what his overactive imagination was saying to him this was not a horror movie. Finally, as the other man spoke, he tore his eyes away from the limb on the work bench and turned his attention to the scientist. As the situation was more properly explained his gave a sigh of relief.
“Well, that’s a relief,” he said with a nervous chuckle. “And to answer your initial question, no, I was just familiarizing myself with the ship and got lost. This is my very first posting, and I guess I’m still getting used to things,” he added, a slight blush creeping into the bronze skin of his cheeks.
Lieutenant Jordan Garza, Junior Engineering Officer
Serral was used to these kinds of reactions. It was amusing to him, though, raised into Vulcan logic, ‘amusement’ was an unwlecome emotion, and he quickly let it go. There were other emotions present, and it took Serral a short moment to realize they were those of the officer in front of him, and not his own. He recognized the same sort of thing he sensed from nearly every new officer: nervousness. More of an anticipatory nervousness, sometimes with a touch of anxiety.
It had taken Serral a long time to learn how to separate himself, from emotions he was sensing empathically, a ‘gift’ his half-Betazoid heritage had bestowed upon him. It was that which he took a moment to do now, focus himself and separate himself, to maintain his logical way of thinking. “Common, for new officers. I am a little ahead of schedule, perhaps I could give you a short tour, if no one else has?” A logical thing to do, because if the new officer could find his way around, he would not waste time getting lost while on duty, increasing efficiency.
~ Lt JG Echei, Science
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