04-24-2026, 09:29 AM
The turbolift car ascended swiftly on the track, emanating the slightest of hums as it did so.
Ascending means an object is going up, and "up" is all relative in space.
The logic of "up" being relative to the orientation of the artificial gravity playfully sparred inside his head with the knowledge that there was no absolute "up" in the void of space. Deceleration registered in both his sense of motion as well as the subtle shift of the background hum.
Get focused, Midshipman, Ris'maeriiffa Qab'ataar chided himself.
The turbolift doors parted with a susurration of air, opening on to the starboard side of the USS Artemis, a state of the art Vesta class vessel. Its Quantum Slipstream Drive, refined from the days of USS Voyager, was a boon to the class' mission of deep space exploration. His eyes took note of the viewscreen at the front of the bridge, to his right. He allowed his gaze to track from forward to aft - right to left - taking in the Helm and Tactical crew stations, then traversing to the two chairs just forward and outboard of the Captain's chair. These were the chairs reserved for the Executive Officer and any mission adviser.
His eyes finally settled on the figure in the center chair, Captain Tyra Crawford. Her auburn hair was gathered into a tidy bun, allowing her ice blue eyes to miss nothing. This included Andorian Science Midshipmen newly graduated from the Academy stepping onto the bridge. Gathering his composure, one of the most helpful things he'd learned from his circle of Vulcan friends at the Academy, he strode forward evenly and with confidence, yet absent the swagger many of his fellow Andorians tended to affect. His antennae swiveled slightly to aid in his sensory assessment of the room atop his 6' 3" frame; they poked out around hair dyed a dark teal, gradually transitioning to his natural silvery-white about halfway towards the back of his head. The sides of his head were kept close-shaven, with a pony-tail that reached the bottom of his collar. The two bands used to keep the pony-tail gathered were off-white, blending in with the hair.
His uniform, bearing the blue of the Science department, was well tailored to his lean and lithe frame. As his jade green eyes focused on Captain Crawford, his brow furrowed slightly in concentration. His gait took him just behind the helm officer, and just forward of the chair occupied by Commander Damien Coleman, the Artemis' XO. Ris briefly locked eyes with the XO, noting how the Commander's light brown skin contrasted with his own powder-blue.
Stopping so he didn't obstruct the forward viewscreen, Ris assumed the position of attention. He made eye contact with the CO of the Artemis, and spoke in a low, soft, and steady voice.
"Midshipman Ris'maeriiffa Qab'ataar reporting for duty, sir."
Ascending means an object is going up, and "up" is all relative in space.
The logic of "up" being relative to the orientation of the artificial gravity playfully sparred inside his head with the knowledge that there was no absolute "up" in the void of space. Deceleration registered in both his sense of motion as well as the subtle shift of the background hum.
Get focused, Midshipman, Ris'maeriiffa Qab'ataar chided himself.
The turbolift doors parted with a susurration of air, opening on to the starboard side of the USS Artemis, a state of the art Vesta class vessel. Its Quantum Slipstream Drive, refined from the days of USS Voyager, was a boon to the class' mission of deep space exploration. His eyes took note of the viewscreen at the front of the bridge, to his right. He allowed his gaze to track from forward to aft - right to left - taking in the Helm and Tactical crew stations, then traversing to the two chairs just forward and outboard of the Captain's chair. These were the chairs reserved for the Executive Officer and any mission adviser.
His eyes finally settled on the figure in the center chair, Captain Tyra Crawford. Her auburn hair was gathered into a tidy bun, allowing her ice blue eyes to miss nothing. This included Andorian Science Midshipmen newly graduated from the Academy stepping onto the bridge. Gathering his composure, one of the most helpful things he'd learned from his circle of Vulcan friends at the Academy, he strode forward evenly and with confidence, yet absent the swagger many of his fellow Andorians tended to affect. His antennae swiveled slightly to aid in his sensory assessment of the room atop his 6' 3" frame; they poked out around hair dyed a dark teal, gradually transitioning to his natural silvery-white about halfway towards the back of his head. The sides of his head were kept close-shaven, with a pony-tail that reached the bottom of his collar. The two bands used to keep the pony-tail gathered were off-white, blending in with the hair.
His uniform, bearing the blue of the Science department, was well tailored to his lean and lithe frame. As his jade green eyes focused on Captain Crawford, his brow furrowed slightly in concentration. His gait took him just behind the helm officer, and just forward of the chair occupied by Commander Damien Coleman, the Artemis' XO. Ris briefly locked eyes with the XO, noting how the Commander's light brown skin contrasted with his own powder-blue.
Stopping so he didn't obstruct the forward viewscreen, Ris assumed the position of attention. He made eye contact with the CO of the Artemis, and spoke in a low, soft, and steady voice.
"Midshipman Ris'maeriiffa Qab'ataar reporting for duty, sir."