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IntSec Office/Tom's Quarters - Anybody Welcome

Posted Aug. 24, 2020, 12:06 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Tom Jarvis (Internal Security) (David Bennett)

Posted by Ensign T’Lora (Doctor) in IntSec Office/Tom’s Quarters - Anybody Welcome

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Tom Jarvis (Internal Security) in IntSec Office/Tom’s Quarters - Anybody Welcome

Posted by Ensign T’Lora (Doctor) in IntSec Office/Tom’s Quarters - Anybody Welcome
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Tom sat at his desk watching the goings on in the less personal areas of the ship. He had noted some illicit liaisons. It appeared that Mrs. Park was having an affair, without the knowledge of her husband, with the Cannons. Mr. and Mrs. Cannon didn’t appear to be aware of each other’s dalliances with Mrs. Park. Tom didn’t think the fallout, if it came to light, would be a significant security risk so he noted the latest dalliance in the back corner of the shuttle bay, between the two ladies, added it to the file that he’d been building over the last six months, and set it aside. It was noted that this began soon after Mrs. Park had undergone sterilization proceedings. Mrs. Park had been earning a promiscuous reputation but, so far, her other dalliances have been keeping a tight lip about it. Tom thought she was rather smart to not carry on with members of the crew that her husband worked with on a regular basis.

  • Tom, IntSec

Other than the usual hidden caches of alcohol and food stuffs, it was a normal day.

Tom turned his chair, leaned back, looked out at the stars and sighed. Even someone as socially inept as himself could get bored. Just because he was used to it didn’t mean it didn’t take it’s toll on him. He didn’t even feel like interviewing new crew at the moment, not that any would come voluntarily. Well, that wasn’t true. There had been a few times when crew dropped by but it was usually because they wanted to see if he could do something for them.

  • Tom, IntSec

T’Lora knocked softly on the door. It opened and she walked in hesitantly. “Hello. I am T’Lora.” She wasn’t quite sure what had possessed her to come in, other than boredom that was almost tangible.

-T’Lora

Tom had turned to face the door. He already knew who was on the other side about to enter and touched the floating panel that was connected to the room controls.

As T’Lora entered, Tom gestured with his hand and the display panels floating above his desk sank into the surface of the desktop.

“Ah, Doctor T’Lora. What brings you to my quarters?” he asked indicating the two chairs in front of the desk.

The room she walked into was not so much an office as a minimalist decorated quarters with a desk in it, a very high tech desk even by Star Fleet standards. Besides the desk, there were only the most basic amenities except for a large dark panel with six small boxes near the ceiling, a larger box on the floor below the dark panel, and a very small box and some handheld device, with several buttons, on a shelf next to the panel.

Tom was wearing the black on black uniform of an Internal Security agent that was so often confused with the charcoal on black of intelligence.

  • Tom, IntSec

OOC: Please read the bio for Tom.

T’Lora looked a bit confused. “I am not quite sure myself. I had time to spare, and felt I should come in.” She was a bit lost in thought. “Tell me. what is it like being in Internal Security?”
- T’Lora

“Do you mean besides people being constantly suspicious that they’re under scrutiny, especially now since we’re well outside Federation space?” Tom asked a bit flatly.

  • Tom, IntSec

She rolled her eyes. “Such people are fools. No one has privacy in this day and age.” She shook her head. “No. something you enjoy about it perhaps.”
-T’Lora

“Spoiling plans of those threatening the Federation from within is it’s own reward.” Tom said.

Tom looked at T’Lora for a moment before he cracked a smile.

“That’s a bit of IntSec dogma. No, I enjoy watching. I’m a bit socially inept and a poor judge of boundaries. This way I get to watch and learn about people without all the awkwardness.”

  • Tom

She nearly smiled with him. “I belive you would be well suited to Vulcans sir.” She thought back. “I only lived on Vulcan for 8 years, and I am still socially awkward.” She smiled, clearly this time. “I suppose we have similar experiences in vastly different capacities. You watch from behind the screen while I watch in front of their faces.”
-T’Lora

“I observe in front of their faces too, they just never remember the encounter.” Tom said, “It does make it easier to do my job but it has it’s drawbacks socially.”

  • Tom

She nodded. “Of course. Yet I must say, there are those I wish would forget me.” She remembered her childhood. “Many long years have passed, and yet.” She shook her head softly. “None of that. I suppose you have all the ship gossip?” She tilted her head curiously.
-T’Lora

“I’m internal security. Of course I have almost all of the ship gossip, true or not, and some things that aren’t in the gossip line. You may be surprised at what a diverse little ecosystem ships usually tend to be underneath all the official functions and duties.”

  • Tom

She smiled. “And how much gossip do you get to share?” She was minorly concerned at his distance. Before she could continue speaking, an idea came to her, “I recognized you from your medical files. Clearly written information does not vanish.” She paused awkwardly for a moment, then decided to carry on. “If you should ever wish for a friend, I would be able to record our conversation in written form.” She inclined her head. “It is not a perfect system, granted, but you would not have to start over. I would have no memory of the actual encounter, but I could remember a transcript of sorts.” She stopped worrying she had offended him. “If that was too forward I apologize.”
-T’Lora (Who wants to be friends with Tom, for whatever mysterious reason.)

Tom smiled.

“You wouldn’t be the first one to do such and you wouldn’t be the only one on the ship. I can provide you recording with any sensitive information redacted of course.”

She nodded, subtly pleased. She may not be the counselor, but she does know the importance of connections.

Tom sat forward on his seat, the panels adjusting to support him comfortably, “I’m not one to share gossip. The urge to tell truths that have been obfuscate by the fallacies is too great.”.

Tom stood up suddenly.

“I’ve been rude,” he said stepping out from behind the desk, “Can I offer you something to drink? A snack perhaps?”

She waved her hand softly. “Not rude at all. Tea, please.”

Except for a slight rustling of cloth, as he stood, his movements were completely silent. It was easy to tell that this ‘stealth’ had been practiced so much as to have become natural to him.

  • Tom, IntSec

She smiled softly. “I suppose this would be the getting to know you portion. Where did you grow up?”
-T’Lora

“I was born and raised in the California wastelands. It was a rough childhood. What kind of tea?” Tom asked.

  • Tom, intSec

She considered it. “Green please.” She closed her eyes. “Yet another commonality. What made you join Starfleet?”
-T’Lora

“Advanced courses for one.” Tom said holding out the mug of green tea to T’Lora, “I joined at fifteen. I had signed up for the mission officer program and, aside from the issue of not being remembered, I was doing rather well. I sort of coasted my way through. I wasn’t in a hurry and other’s didn’t seem to be trying to rush me either, not that they could ever remember who I was. For three years I was the new student every day.”

  • Tom, IntSec

“That seems frustrating.” She accepted the tea. “Thank you.” She took a long sip, completely ignoring the heat. “15 is early for humans, is it not?”
-T’Lora

“It is early for Humans yes, but I had an aptitude for learning quickly and being able to understand and apply what I’d read in the texts, or heard in the lectures, immediately. I can’t tell you how many times I’d read an assignment, and supplemental materials, and frustrated a lecturer by discussing the subject on their level. Eidetic memory can baffle people when they don’t know you have it.”

She nodded. “I too confused human instructors.”

Tom sipped his water. This time it was infused with blueberry essence.

“What brought you to Star Fleet?” Tom asked.

  • Tom, IntSec

She smiled yet again, but sadly this time. “My father. When I went into medicine, he said “Lorrie. Dont go to the labs, go to the stars. Make those new discoveries you used to tell me about. Don’t just read them on your science newsletters.” And I didn’t listen. And then he died. So here I am.”

It was pretty much the same information Tom had gleaned from T’Lora’s dossier but dossiers didn’t usually have the nuanced information. Tom had hoped fro more but wasn’t too surprised that there wasn’t.

“I hope this doesn’t come off as insulting but that didn’t seem to make you very inspired. It seems like you’re carrying out the wishes of your late father as a way to honor him. While commendable, it doesn’t sound fulfilling for you. Am I missing something?” Tom asked.

  • Tom, IntSec

She raised an eyebrow delicately. “Haven’t you heard? Vulcans don’t get inspired.” She held her expression solemnly for a few moments before laughing. “I was already a doctor. Unfortunatly, most patients didn’t want to be treated by a Vulcan.” She sighed. “He always thought that Starfleet officers would be more accepting.”

She paused, thinking carefully. “Helping people is fulfilling for me. It doesn’t matter where I am. So why not join where my father thought I should?”
-T’Lora

Tom nodded, “Fair enough.”

Tom sat back in his chair and merely stared at T’Lora as he sipped his water. His eyes seemed to look into her as if studying some interesting new object.

Tom knew of Vulcan’s that didn’t practice massive suppression of their emotions. He also knew that Vulcan emotions could be very intense requiring a strong force of will and lots of meditation to subdue.

  • Tom, IntSec

The two sat in companionable silence, drinking. In many cultures, it would have been awkward, but T’Lora was comfortable. Vulcan meals were often conducted in silence.

“He never wanted me to be lonely. That was always his greatest fear. He brought his scarred, emotionless daughter into a village of humans, and was forced to simply hope I would adapt.” She smiled wryly. “He thought Starfleet was the best option for me after I finished my schooling, and now I am inclined to agree.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “What inspired you to join Starfleet?”
-T’Lora

Tom paused a moment.

“Um… Advanced courses, like I said before.”

Tom sipped his water.

“As a child did you ever wish, or attempt, to pursue the Vulcan paths of total logic?”

  • Tom, IntSec

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