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Ensign ch'Sirhc Reporting for Duty (Tag: XO)

Posted Sept. 17, 2021, 2:08 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) (Lucas Foxley)

Posted by Ensign Kovan ch’Sirhc (Engineering & Communications Officer) in Ensign ch’Sirhc Reporting for Duty (Tag: XO)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in Ensign ch’Sirhc Reporting for Duty (Tag: XO)

Posted by Ensign Kovan ch’Sirhc (Communications Officer) in Ensign ch’Sirhc Reporting for Duty (Tag: XO)
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Ensign ch’Sirhc stood outside the XO’s office for a minute, mentally preparing himself for his first meeting with his superior officer. Kovan wanted to be professional, to show that he was a good officer. It simply took some effort to show that when it was natural inclination to go about with a scowl on his face. He didn’t smile. Kovan hated to smile, and disliked people who smiled too much. A good smile could mask a number of foul things.

It took a moment, but eventually he schooled his face to a neutral expression and hit the door chime to announce his presence. The sooner he could get these formalities out of the way and get to work the better.

Ensign ch’Sirhc (Comms)

If that was his attitude, Ensign Kovan and Roman would get along excellently. The door opened, and Roman stood to greet him. Six feet tall and well built with a perfectly clean and ironed uniform and perfectly combed hair, he would seem well put together. “Good morning, Ensign ch’Sirhc,” he said, his voice crisp with a thick, upper class British accent. Then, he gestured for the seat on the other side of his desk as he sat in his own seat. “Do sit.”

~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

Kovan nodded, “Good morning, sir.” He was similarly put-together with a clean uniform and white hair pulled back into short ponytail at the base of his neck. Not perfect, but close enough. Kovan settled into the appropriate seat, hands folded across his lap. The English accent was easy to identify, though, Kovan couldn’t name the dialect. Accents were curious things, and Kovan had a knack for mimicking them. The ability was more useful than many would think.

Ensign ch’Sirhc (Comms)

“I hope the ship is to your liking so far,” Roman said. He could pick out the imperfections in Kovan’s uniform or hair. He was quite particular. “What made you come to the Sentinel to serve?” He asked, choosing that as his first question.

~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

“It is a fine ship,” Kovan answered to the first question. Starfleet knew how to make ships, that was for certain. Sleek, powerful, and loaded with the latest and best technology. A far cry from the aged and clunky cargo or transport ships he was familiar with. “Because she’s an Independence-class frigate. I wanted to serve on a ship with a wide mission scope and this ship fit that requirement.” Exploration was fine, he liked the thrill of finding new things, but if it were only exploration then he’d get bored. Without variety, or the illusion of, he had a tendency to do stupid things.

Ensign ch’Sirhc (Comms)

“Our primary mission is and always will be exploration. Other missions make up the minority of what we do.” For Roman, it was the most important sort of mission. Of course, his field was biology, studying alien life. Roman was quite known for not tolerating “stupid things.” Whether that made it a better ship for Kovan or a worse one, would be yet to be seen. He was by the books, a rule stickler, and a perfectionist. His expectations were clear, and set high. “As the Sentinel’s Communications specialist I will always expect your best effort and highest work ethic. If you have any questions, do feel free to ask them now.”

~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

Rules were good. Great even. Kovan needed rules. He also needed the threat of punishment or serious consequences to remain on the straight and narrow. Really, he had no other choice and that was a very powerful motivator. “Of course, sir. You have my word.” Kovan can do those things, can be professional while on duty. “What is our current mission, sir?”

Ensign ch’Sirhc (Communication)

“We are headed to a nebula, the Abyss, in which we will be looking for resources useful to Starfleet, or new life,” replied Roman. “We arrive in approximately a week. You’ll have some time to get comfortable, get to know your crewmates.” He added.

~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

The Abyss. Kovan had never been there. Given the sheer size of space that seemed obvious, but space was so immensely large no mind could properly grasp even one percent of its size. So people found an easier measurement in places one has visited. Planets, moons, and space stations all made for an easier record for distance traveled. Kovan scored quite high by that measurement. He’s visited so many planets, colonies and trading outposts one could almost believe he’s seen it all. “One week. Alright. Is there anything else I need to be aware of?”

Ensign ch’Sirhc (Comm)

“Not at the moment. If you have no other question, you may be on your way, Ensign,” said Roman.

~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO


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