03-27-2025, 09:51 PM
Instead of pushing Ian off of him, the Chief simply did not move. Ian backed away slowly, sure he was going to bump into someone else and knock them over instead.
“Late for alpha shift are we Mr. Elliot? I'm going to have to think of something to keep you occupied, or promote you to Lieutenant.”
He opened and closed his mouth, resembling a goldfish. “I – what?” He wasn’t sure if Jadaris was joking, or even if Gorns had a sense of humor. Then the great Gorn stood, moving right on to the topic at hand, the topic that had been at hand for the entire week. The topic that had enveloped the entire crew, giving departments a reason to work together, and ‘cross contaminate’ the officers.
The final piece of the shuttle puzzle seemed to be in Jadaris’ capable hands - claws? - hands. It was a part that would give the team a great advantage, and would hopefully be integral in preventing them from any harm. Ian nodded in understanding, thinking about just what chroniton buildup would look like, and how it would be to study it. Although, he didn’t want to see what buildup could do to a shuttle. He shuddered to think how those particles would tear it apart, and what might become of that debris.
“Just came to see if you folks need any help finishing up the shuttle modifications.”
The gruff voice made Ian spin to its direction, and then still. A different shudder went down his body, and he knew his eyes widened as they landed on their new Chief Medical Officer. He bit the inside of his bottom lip to keep it from shaking, and for once he was silent. Jadaris was the one to answer after another prompt of “Everything looking good down here?”
“Mostly.” The Engineering Chief responded. Ian suddenly became aware that the conversation was between two Chiefs, two Department Heads, and perhaps him being an Ensign meant that he wasn’t meant to be in this conversation.
The Engineering Chief went on to describe their modifications, his thoughts on the race, and how the Starfleet team might fare. Then he said something quite unexpected.
“Due to my exposure to chroniton radiation in that temporal anomaly cloud sometime back, I gained about ten years of life expectancy due to deaging, and I don't think we need that sort of thing to happen to our midshipmen."
As he usually wore his heart on his sleeve, the shock was clear on Ian’s face as he gaped at his boss. There was more to this individual than his hulking mass, his massive brain, and his impeccable manners? Unaware that his mouth hung open, Ian’s human nature had him looking to another person for support, to non-verbally say ‘Can you believe that?!’. However, the person he looked to for confirmation was the other Chief, the charming cyborg, the older man that he was fascinated with.
“Uh… sir.” He managed to stammer out, closing his mouth and taking a healthy step back.
Of course he knocked about four things off the table, his face instantly reddening as he rushed to pick them all up.
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“Late for alpha shift are we Mr. Elliot? I'm going to have to think of something to keep you occupied, or promote you to Lieutenant.”
He opened and closed his mouth, resembling a goldfish. “I – what?” He wasn’t sure if Jadaris was joking, or even if Gorns had a sense of humor. Then the great Gorn stood, moving right on to the topic at hand, the topic that had been at hand for the entire week. The topic that had enveloped the entire crew, giving departments a reason to work together, and ‘cross contaminate’ the officers.
The final piece of the shuttle puzzle seemed to be in Jadaris’ capable hands - claws? - hands. It was a part that would give the team a great advantage, and would hopefully be integral in preventing them from any harm. Ian nodded in understanding, thinking about just what chroniton buildup would look like, and how it would be to study it. Although, he didn’t want to see what buildup could do to a shuttle. He shuddered to think how those particles would tear it apart, and what might become of that debris.
“Just came to see if you folks need any help finishing up the shuttle modifications.”
The gruff voice made Ian spin to its direction, and then still. A different shudder went down his body, and he knew his eyes widened as they landed on their new Chief Medical Officer. He bit the inside of his bottom lip to keep it from shaking, and for once he was silent. Jadaris was the one to answer after another prompt of “Everything looking good down here?”
“Mostly.” The Engineering Chief responded. Ian suddenly became aware that the conversation was between two Chiefs, two Department Heads, and perhaps him being an Ensign meant that he wasn’t meant to be in this conversation.
The Engineering Chief went on to describe their modifications, his thoughts on the race, and how the Starfleet team might fare. Then he said something quite unexpected.
“Due to my exposure to chroniton radiation in that temporal anomaly cloud sometime back, I gained about ten years of life expectancy due to deaging, and I don't think we need that sort of thing to happen to our midshipmen."
As he usually wore his heart on his sleeve, the shock was clear on Ian’s face as he gaped at his boss. There was more to this individual than his hulking mass, his massive brain, and his impeccable manners? Unaware that his mouth hung open, Ian’s human nature had him looking to another person for support, to non-verbally say ‘Can you believe that?!’. However, the person he looked to for confirmation was the other Chief, the charming cyborg, the older man that he was fascinated with.
“Uh… sir.” He managed to stammer out, closing his mouth and taking a healthy step back.
Of course he knocked about four things off the table, his face instantly reddening as he rushed to pick them all up.
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