Posted by Ensign Corbin Dallas (Chief Operations Officer) in A West Coast Party Don’t Stop

Posted by Captain Sidney Parker (Commanding Officer) in A West Coast Party Don’t Stop

Posted by Lieutenant Rebecca Lane (Chief Intel Officer (CIO)) in A West Coast Party Don’t Stop
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The lounge of the Olinski was similar to that of any other lounge in the fleet. Certain elements were always present. A couple sat off to the side sitting close enough for one to surmise the table was reserved and you should not saunter over. A group of pilots back from patrol that were probably drinking too much and would be slightly late to the morning debriefing took up the largest table in the space. The smattering of people in smaller groups spreading gossip from the ship or what they overheard about other ships filled in the spaces in-between.

Kolar surveyed the room and debated where to sit. As the XO it was always tricky. Sitting at the bar alone made one look depressed and sullen. Joining a group meant the conversational dynamic would be interrupted because no one really wanted to relax with the 2iC at their table. Finally deciding on a table out of the way but not hidden in a corner ended up being his final destination. It gave the impression someone could approach but was far enough out of the room’s entry path no one would feel obligated to say hi as they passed through.

Kolar

As Balfor sat and waited for his food, his mind drifted to the upcoming weekend. For the first time in weeks he had scored a full two days off. It was rare being the XO that something wasn’t scheduled. He had never been the type to spend his off duty carousing and drinking. He was calmer phase of his life. Picking up his PaDD after hearing a beep, a smile curled the very edges of his lips. The quartermaster had promised his item would be delivered before the weekend and true to his word it had arrived. This at least would solve what he was going to do for the weekend.

Science officer Ensign Copecky was a brash and new officer to the Olinski. He felt he had all the answers and was not shy to tell anyone what they were. He saw the XO and former somewhat famous in his own right as a Science Officer in the Lounge. Almost an unheard-of event. So he made his way over not having a really good gauge of the fact it may or may not be in his place to just walk up to the XO.

“Greetings Sir. If I may sit, I am sure you can enlighten me on some points I have been pondering.” He said forgetting wholly to even introduce himself.

NPC Ensign Copecky

Raising his eyes from the PaDD, Balfor looked up at the Ensign standing before him. The greenness of his time in Starfleet made him look positively like the potted fichus next to the door. All new officers had that aura about them: shoes so shiny you could look down and shave in the reflection, uniform with seams so crisp you could get a papercut, and the look in their eye indicating they were ready to polish a bulkhead or take on a Cardassian at a moments notice. Right now however he was looking to take on the XO.

“Depends on what points need enlightening,” he gestured to the chair across from him. “Ensign Copecky.” Kolar knew the name of every member of the over thousand crew.

Kolar

OOC: Hope you don’t mind me popping in.

IC: As the XO spoke tot he ensign the doors to the lounge opened and Rebecca walked in. She had changed pout of her uniform and into soet9ng mor comfortable, to say she was happy to be out her monkey suit, would be a massive understatement. Rebecca wore urban camo cargo trousers, black combat boot, a black crop top and an old style leather bomber jacket.

Surveying the room she head over to the bar and took a seat “Give me the strongest thing you’ve got” she said simply as she watched the room.

Lieut Lane (CIO)

“If Multiphasic scanning is by all accounts effective then why do we not employ them more often?” He asked as he eagerly sat down.

Copecky NPC

OPs wonderkind, or so he believed he might be, Ensign Corbin Dallas strode in. He looked around and saw the interesting if not rough looking new CIO. He swung himself into the chair next to her.

“How did you end up in a place like this?” He asked cheerfully if not overly optimistic.

Dallas

“Do you know how much power and time you have to spend to do a multi-phasic scan. Then you correlate the scan with each other scan of each phase. That implies both you and the object are stationary or moving in a predictable fashion so the computer can make the adjustments.” He looked at the ensign.

“It also illuminates the ship doing the scan like a flashlight in a night sky so there are many minuses… many.”

Kolar