Posted March 16, 2021, 9:42 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Dagen Thor (CE) (Gene Gibbs)
Posted by Ensign Kesh (Engineer) in Chief Engineer’s Office - Ensign Kesh reporting for duty
Was time cyclical? In the case of Ensign Kesh reporting to duty for the first time, no. No, it was not.Though it has been 33 years since last time aboard the USS Mentha Spicata, Kesh remembered the experience in vivid detail. The carousel of emotions, the smell in the air, the shape and color of the office door.
First of all, the Mentha Spicata was an Oberth-class vessel, and the Genesis is a Manhattan. Totally different, from the far-more effective air filtration to the location and shape and color of the Chief Engineer’s door.
Secondly, she had been brimming with a mix of guarded optimism for the potential of proving herself in this new lifestyle and terror at the potential of the skeletons in her closet, and her own perceived ineptitude, spilling out and ruining everything. Now she… basically.. felt the same way.
Okay, fine, maybe some aspects of time of cyclical. But, then again, her reasons for feeling this way were dramatically different than the time before.
Still, experience meant she could fall back on handling the experience the same way she had before: with all the twitchy professional stoicness of a freshly minted Ensign. Thus, the golden spotted Caitian, with her mohawk-styled mane neatly sculpted just this morning jutting up between fuzzy golden ears, strode through the doorway to her new CO’s office doors and began this trek toward doing it all better this time.
“Loo-hee-.. Ensign Kesh reporting for duty, sir. Mmnnf.”
See? Totally different than last time. This time she immediately offered the PADD containing her personnel data (https://bit.ly/3vttydu) right after stumbling over her own tongue, rather than having to be prompted.
OOC: Welcome! Impressive bio Daniel!
IC:
Dagen had been looking at the stack of isolinear chips that Deeg had put onto his desk. Between he and Bat they they had swapped them out over the last week. Biogel packs were more prevalent but one couldn’t simply change it all at once. He wasn’t quite sure what to think of them. They’d make for a nice ‘house of cards’, and some had used them as a makeshift domino set. He’d even seen some put up a kind of ‘mobile’ windchime. Some things simply couldn’t be recycled. But, more interestingly, there had been a fluctuation in their processing units, many around the same time suggesting a manufacturing fault.
Fortunately he was saved from thinking too much farther on this beyond ‘great ancestors, there are a lot of them!’ At that moment Ensign Kesh had come in; she was as quiet as Reia was at times. That could be disconcerting, though not at this time as her shadow alerted him before the sound. He knew to expect her at some point. The Caitian had been around for some time knocking about the hallowed halls of Starfleet. That was about all he knew, at least for now. He stood, greeting her with a smile. “Welcome aboard,” he said, trying to think of whether Thor’s past host, Lin, had studied Caitians and their society. Did they shake, er, paws?
His expression did not flinch at the faltering introduction on her part. It happened. Taking the offered PaDD he glanced at it, seeking out the things most notable to him, as in her engineering specs. “Have a seat,” he said, offering the only other one in the small room. “Have you had a chance to settle in yet?” By the scattered bits about the small office it was not too far off to see Dagen as a bit of a messy, though with certain hints that there was method to the madness. “Have you met anyone else on the team?”
- Dagen, CE
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