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Side Sim - Bio-chemistry and Neuroscience (Attn: CNS)

Posted June 20, 2021, 7:01 p.m. by Lieutenant Markus Woods (Chief Science Officer) (Sam Haynes)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) in Side Sim - Bio-chemistry and Neuroscience (Attn: CNS)

Posted by Lieutenant Markus Woods (Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim - Bio-chemistry and Neuroscience (Attn: CNS)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) in Side Sim - Bio-chemistry and Neuroscience (Attn: CNS)
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Mark read the notice from the CO once more. Senior staff were to report with the CNS. Tapping the display in front of him he pulled up the block scheduling for the good doctor to see what was available. Of course it wouldn’t list what crew member had signed up when. He’d selected one of the blocks early in the morning. Captian’s orders. But better to get it out of the way. He was overdue for review anyway. Though it seemed his neurological scans had been neglected. There’d been extenuating circumstances thanks to the Viking’s past… eccentricities. He was surprised that Command wasn’t chewing on his rear end about it.

Quickly, he had pulled up the department schedule for his people and scheduled that same block of time as being out of office.

Only now, he was standing just outside the office door. Reaching over he tapped the chime button. In most cases it would have sent a silvery shiver through the air inside, but a lot of counselors preferred to keep it silent, only giving them a notification on a padd or their terminal. As he waited, the science officer took a few deep breaths and let them out slowly, even as his stomach tried to wander around on him a little. Why were his nerves up? That wasn’t like him.

Lt Woods, CSO

The door slid open silently to a room much different than most of the ship. It seemed the new Counselor was efficient at making the space less ‘clinical.

The office was obviously going to be different from the rest of the ship, and was already well on its way. It had the feel more of an old fashioned den or study than an office. It was lit in a more subdued manner than the rest of the ship and bookcases now lined one wall, filled with copies and originals of many texts on many different subjects and in more than a few languages. The desk was moved, set against the opposite wall facing away from the corner, window to the left of a person seated at the desk and allowing for a large open space in the middle. Here there was a couch and a few chairs, one of which sat in front of and facing away from the desk. A low table graced the middle of the area, and on it was a small bowl filled with softly glowing crystals. Pictures hung on the walls, some were even old photographs.

The man seated at the desk was wholly plain looking. So plain looking in fact that he may have been overlooked entirely except for the fact that he wore actual glasses on his face.

Korczak rose and said “Lt. Woods, a pleasure. I am Lieutenant Commander Korczak.” and he held out his hands to the new arrival. “Please, have a seat. Would you care for anything to drink?” he asked politely. The man’s voice was clear and easy to understand, but his accent was certainly unique… as if two wholly unrelated accents were vying for supremacy, but neither one was dominant.

Korczak, CNS

The smell of old, even ancient books wafted past him as he steppe din, surveying the space. The office reminded him of an old study. A fireplace, and a dozing hound wouldn’t have been out of place in here. Making his way over to Korczak, he took the proffered hand with a firm grip, quick shake. He came in at a height of 178 centimeters (5’ 10”) with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He had slicked-back dark chocolate brown hair an steel gray eyes that glinted with intelligence and cunning. With high cheekbones and a decent jawline, he seemed like he’d stepped straight out of a Starfleet recruitment poster. A well-kept mustache and goatee added to his rakish look.He had a walk almost like a security officer which almost belied the science blues of his uniform.

“Pleasure’s mine, I think,” he stated, breaking into an easy smile. His voice was warm and deep, relaxed, with a hint of a frontier drawl. At the question about a drink he feigned checking a chronometer he didn’t have. A couple of flippant responses went through his head, but just as quickly vanished though the smile only brightened just a hint for a moment. “I would say coffee, but It’s probably better to go with some hot sweet Earl Grey.” Expecting a funny look he put his hands up. “I know, there are one or two folks famous in the fleet for it. But I found it’s great in the morning for waking up with, cuz of the bergamot in it.” Coffee had a way of waking a person up, but right now he wanted to avoid anything that would make him jittery.

Making his way over to the seating area, Markus took one of the chairs, tucking a foot up under him and settled. “So, do you prefer your title, or your rank, for terms of address, sir?”

Lt Woods, CSO

((Sorry for the delay. My task tracker apparently borked on me. I know I don’t have everything filled out on Markus’ service jacket but most of the details are in my head.))

OOC: No worries. And we’ll play it by ear till you get in set up!

IC: Korczak nodded and went to the replicator returning with the desired beverage, setting on the table. “I have no strong preference. Doctor is fine. Mister. Rank is perfectly acceptable. Whatever you feel comfortable with.” He took a seat opposite the CSO and crossed his legs and folded his hands in his lap. ” If you are feeling adventurous at some point, I could offer you some of my own tea. It is sent from home. It’s a black tea made with black currants, hibiscus flowers, elderberry, and black currant leaves. Add a bit of lemon and it’s one of my favorites… also, it is real tea. Not replicated.” He had no visible means of taking notes, but was obviously going to begin anyway. “So tell me a bit about yourself, Mr. Woods… and how you came to be on the Viking.”

Korczak, CNS

Mark took the tea and took a sip. A little off from his usual tweaks but still good. Cradling the mug, he let it rest in his lap while absorbing its’ warmth. “Your tea sounds quite good. I may have to take you up on that.” A small smile flickered across his face as he took another sip.

“So tell me a bit about yourself…”

So it begins.

“Well, I assume you’ve looked at my service jacket. But a recap - My family is from Deneva. And while it’s every bit a homeworld like Earth at this point, there’s still a frontier attitude where a person’s word and a handshake mean a lot. My dad was a Starfleet captain who served with some distinction until he went down with his ship. My mother, Renee is an astrophysicist who’s done alright for herself.” He gave a small shrug. “Once I got out of primary education, I decided to join Starfleet. i suppose it was to bring me closer to my dad in some ways. But it also sounded like it would either be as boring as watching paint dry, or it would be a non-stop ride. The either one worked in my favor in some ways. I could get a lot of reading and research done. Make friends, and connections. Or I’d have a lot of stories to tell and see and do things most people only hear about.”

Lt Woods, CSO

“How old were you when your father passed? And do you go home often?” Korczak asked, his face passive and non-judgmental.

Korczak, CNS

Mark gave a small ‘hmm’ at the question, tilting his head to the right some. “Well, I was sixteen when he died. Intellectually, I always understood that could happen. Especially after the Dominion War, and the incident with the Enterprise-E in Romulan space. It’s just so rare that Starfleet loses a ship in peacetime operations. It seemed like all the world was doing alright, only for the rug to get jerked out from under me and my mom.” Idly he sipped at his tea for a moment, reflecting back on the matter. “I haven’t been back to Deneva since… Leave just after my Academy cruise on the Discovery. My mom wasn’t exactly happy with my decision to join up. ‘You’re gonna end up like your father’ and all that. And she might be right. I’ve been in more light-fights than I expected. Solved more situations with a phaser than I expected. But I’ve seen and studied some unimaginable things too. And after a tour on the Viking, it’s made me wonder if I shouldn’t go home. But that’s… I didn’t come out here to be safe or to quit.”

Lt Woods, CSO

“One would certainly hope not. This isn’t the career field for such aspirations, now is it?” Korczak said with a soft smile. “So what is it you did come here for, then?”

Korczak, CNS

Markus’ brows narrowed, knitting together in concentration as the corners of his mouth drew into a frown. His vision seemed to turn unfocused, or rather turned inward, examining memory and motivation. The air around him seemed to change, almost as if becoming charged. After a few seconds it seemed to pass. “Originally I came out here to find some adventure, and to push the boundaries of what we know about quantum mechanics and how it interacts with the universe. But that could be done anywhere, I suppose. In the end, I think I got more of both than I bargained for. Especially on the Darius.” He shook his head a little, looking troubled.

Lt Woods, CSO

((I finally updated his profile with most, if not all, the notes that I have had on him since his inception. I kinda regret not having it up so that it could be ruthlessly exploited by a good GM engaged with.

Sam))

Korczak nodded slightly and said “Yes… the device. Let’s talk about that for a moment. I have read the full report. It was… interesting… to be certain. But I do have a few questions for you. So… why did you spend so much time with the device, to begin with?”

Korczak, CNS

“Curiosity, and I suppose, ambition. The device was interesting, intriguing. I made first contact with it when we brought it aboard. I guess I felt responsible for studying it as much as I could. Especially after we discovered it didn’t seem to have any significant or lasting medical side effects.” A small grimace flitted over his face. “I was of the mind that if I could document as much as I could of the information it imparted by the time we got it back to a research facility, it would help them, and help advance my career. I never considered I would wind up a lab rat, since it seemed to have a lasting effect on me. If it’s something in my physiology or genetic makeup, I still haven’t found out. Or maybe it’s just repeated, prolonged exposure. I’m sure the researchers at headquarters are working to figure that out, or already have. At this point, they haven’t’ said much to me, but still expect frequent pokes and prods from the medical staff at whatever posts I wind up at.”

Lt Woods, CSO


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