Posted April 5, 2019, 2:16 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander T’Sara (Chief Science Officer) (Sage Pennington)
Posted by Captain Briony of Krios (Commanding Officer) in CO’s Office, CSO Check-In
Posted by Lieutenant Commander T’Sara (Chief Science Officer) in CO’s Office, CSO Check-In
T’Sara strode down the halls of her new assignment, hands clasped behind her back. A starbase stationing was unexpected, but her Vulcan visage betrayed no sign of how she felt about Magellan or its crew. She came to a door and pivoted on a dime. A marker beside the door read “Captain Briony of Krios, Commanding Officer.” T’Sara pressed the door chime just below this sign.-Lt Cmdr T’Sara, CSO
The door would open to reveal a fairly generous office, of the same length and width of DS9’s ready room though the decor was thoroughly Federation Standard. To her right of the desk was a door that led to the Briefing Room and to the left was a line of massive windows that looked out among the stars. A small sitting area was near those windows, the couch and opposite chairs were Federation regulation grey. Briony was sitting on the couch with a PaDD in hand. Next to that and by the main door was a long thin table with several sculptures and what seemed to be a set of bells made of a bamboo like material. There were small tapestries on the empty sections of wall, both colorful and definitely Kriosian in nature. There were too, a set of shelves with delicate figurines. Each was a man and a woman set in some kind of dance embrace. Each was different and obviously very carefully created. Her desk was clear of clutter. Before Briony was a cup of hot Raktijino. Its smell filled the office as it always did.
Briony herself was straight postured and seemed very formal normally, though she was a little more relaxed on the couch. She was meticulous in her appearance as always. Her uniform was pressed and her hair off her collar in an intricate looking knot at the nape of her neck. Not a hair was out of place. Spots akin to Trill spots were easily visible from widow’s peak to her collar where they disappeared underneath the fabric.
She finished putting in a new requisition order to Star Fleet on her PaDD, tapping the last few items before looking up to see who had wanted to come to her office. “Ah! Lt. Commander T’Sara. Come in.” She stood and tucked her PaDD under her arm holding her drink, then went around her large desk. Her free hand came up automatically in the traditional symbol all Vulcans would recognize. “Live Long and Prosper.”
Briony, CO
T’Sara’s hand rose and returned the gesture. “Peace, and long life.” She lowered her arm and extended her other hand to offer a PaDD as she entered the room. “My transfer orders, along with a copy of my service record. 13 years aboard the USS Archimedes, 10 as Chief Science Officer.” What T’Sara left out was a little emotion of her human half that she had diagnosed as resentment for spending 10 years in the same post.
-Lt Cmdr T’Sara, CSO
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