Posted by Commander D’Vash Odinson (First Officer) in Pre-Sim: Reporting to the aCO/XO

Posted by Lieutenant Ishtar Nhamashal (Chief Science Officer) in Pre-Sim: Reporting to the aCO/XO

Posted by Commander D’Vash Odinson (aCO/First Officer) in Pre-Sim: Reporting to the aCO/XO
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Ishtar Nhamashal. Upon first glance, anyone could see there was something different about the diminutive woman, whose traditional wear portrayed a strong connection to the way of her people. She was no ordinary scientist, as much as she wished to have others believe that truth, but she supposed Starfleet didn’t need ordinary people on their ships, so she had stopped attempting to be like everyone else.

Watching the halls of the Olympic, nearly incapable of suppressing the excitement that came across her gaze, she watched as the people passed. Her hands.. They remained clasped firmly behind her back, her shoulders as straight as she could managed. Although, that vibrabt gaze of hers dared to say there was more than just a regal woman scanning those halls. Shaking her head, she attempted to relieve herself of excitement, in effort to remain professional, at least until these standard check-ins had been completed.

Finally, the XO’s office. Upon transfer, the Admiral had requested she report to the XO first. Despite th curosity that filled her mind with questions about this breach in formality, she hasn’t had the tongue to bother questioning a man as gruesome and stern as he. Thus, without any questions, she sought out the office of the Commander, in brief hopes he would be there, making this journey short and quick.

Raising a thin finger to the chime, she pressed it, monetarily awaiting to hear from the other side. Clasping her hands behind the small of her back, once more, she stood at attention, regardless of her mind, who was racing at warp speed. It took incredible amounts of control to remain as still as she was, but years of growing up in a family as stoic and regal as her own, she had somehow gotten used to it.. Even if none of those rules and chides ever stuck.

Lt. Ishtar Nhamashal
CSO

“Enter,” came the voice from inside the room. The best way to describe that voice was as if someone was walking on crushed gravel, for it was coarse, rough, and raspy.

As the doors opened, they revealed the speaker. The man was approximately a half foot taller than Ishtar, lean, and physically fit. His uniform fit perfectly to his wide shoulders and narrow waist. The man was square-jawed, with a constant 5 o’clock shadow covering his face and shaved head. His eyes were a clear blue, blue as a Scandinavian sky. The only oddity to the man was a slight green tinge to his skin that would give away his partial Orion ancestry.

The office itself was spartan with only the bare necessities. Desk, chairs, one wall contained a floor to ceiling bookshelf with books of varying interests and topics, but not much else of interest except the water pitcher on the desk that contained a dark purple liquid.

He looked at his visitor and smiled. “Lt. Nhamashal, I’m Cmdr. Odinson, ship’s XO. Welcome aboard, we’ve been expecting you.”

Odinson (aCO)

“I somehow question if that is a good thing, Commander.” Her voice was much lighter than his, accented with the sharp, albeit flowing nature of her people. With hands gently clasped behind the standard science blues of her uniform, she stood before Odinson, briefly taking in his appearance, and that of his office. It’s simplictiy was alluring, giving the eye only specific aspects to keep focus upon. It was not overly elaborate or confusing to anyone who passed, a common notion regarding most offices she had visited. Although this one, somehow, seemed calmer. Perhaps because it wasn’t screaming at her with artifacts from three different centuries, accompanying badges and medals— enough to scare anyone.

He smiled and moved toward his desk. Don’t worry, it is a good thing. We’ve been without a chief science officer for a while and your name was on the top of the list to fill the position.”

“Thank you, sir.” A faint smile curved at the corners of her lips. It was not common for Nhamashal to ever give a full hearted smile; it was against everything her mother had endeavored to teach her. “I’m certain you’re aware of this already, but: Lieutenant Ishtar Nhamashal, reporting for duty as your new Chief Science Officer,” She bower her head, briefly, before returning to an erect position. Her voice fell numb, a silence less forced than found, in respect of the situation and her superior, she waited for Odinson to speak.

Lt. Nhamashal
CSO

He indicated for Ishtar to have a seat in front of the desk as he slid into his chair behind it, after she had sat down. “Can I offer you anything to drink? Water? Tea?”

His hand went to the pitcher on the desk. “Grape Kool-aid?”

“I’d rather not drink the kool-aid, sir.” She had never had the odd drink, but she had no intentions of beginning a new trend in her drinking habits. “Tea would do just fine, thank you.”

“I went over your file, Lt. Very thoroughly. I wanted to make sure we got the right person for the job. You come to us highly recommended with quite the extensive science background. You’ve studied a number of different disciplines. Very impressive. With a resume like this, you could pretty much had your choice of ships to serve on. So tell me, why the Olympic?”

Odinson (aCO)

“It seems only fit a scientist continue to pursue knowledge in any opportunity they receive.” Ishtar hummed, a modesty about her words. She had trouble saying no to any opportunity for education, especially when it came to the biological sciences, which she specialized in. “It was not my choice, sir. In fact, I simply requested a transfer from the colony I had been conducting a study upon, and Starfleet put me on the Olympic. However, reading into the Olympic I found she was an incredible ship, for any department. I suppose its own prowess would be enough to draw anyone here.”

Lt. Nhamashal

D’vash nodded to her well thought out answer. She definitely sounded like someone that chose to be a life-long learner. “I see you studied on Vulcan for two years. And that was after being rejected, twice. Usually, one rejection is enough to keep anyone from trying again. Yet, you persisted. That’s an important trait in a scientist. I take it you don’t like being told ‘no’.”

He said the last with an impish grin. . . .

Odinson (aCO/XO)

Catching his mischievous grin, Ishtar could not help but match it with an enigmatic one of her own. “I don’t fancy people keeping me from opportunity, sir.” She remarked, “A trait not uncommon in Starfleet Officers.” Ishtar didn’t take ‘no’ very lightly, especially if it meant throwing away opportunity that could change the course of a study or mission.

Lt. Nhamashal
CSO