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[You are directed to report to the Briefing Room at 1430.]
Sebastian stared at the message for several seconds.
That was... unexpected.
The message was brief. No explanation. No mention of bringing his current assignment, no instructions to prepare a report, nothing that gave him even the slightest indication of why he was being summoned.
His first thought was that it had something to do with the previous mission.
It must be about my performance.
Sebastian frowned.
I did the best I could.
That didn't necessarily mean his best had been good enough.
Maybe he'd be reprimanded. Worse, maybe it would go into his service record.
His mind immediately began going through everything that had happened during the mission. The Musical Translation Matrix he'd developed with A'kilees had failed to perform as expected. That alone could have warranted a conversation.
Maybe someone got hurt because the translation failed.
He winced at the thought.
Perhaps he'd been too Terran-centric in his assumptions. He had designed the system around the Federation Standard alphabet, never fully considering that an alien civilization might organize its language around something completely different.
What if they thought we'd insulted them?
Sebastian sighed.
There was no point speculating. If he was going to be formally reprimanded, the least he could do was show up prepared and professional.
He made certain his uniform was clean and properly arranged before gathering his notes from the mission along with his PADD. He reviewed the material one last time, making sure he could explain his decisions if questioned.
Once satisfied that he was as prepared as he could be, Sebastian headed for Deck One.
The trip didn't take long.
When he reached the Briefing Room, he stopped outside the door and gave himself one final inspection.
Uniform straight, Boots clean, PADD in hand, Nothing sloppy.
If his superiors were going to lecture him, he certainly wasn't going to give them another reason to add something to his service record.
Sebastian took a breath and entered.
He immediately recognized several of the people already inside.
Lieutenant Gath. Doctor O'Fee. Ensign Singer. And, thankfully, A'kilees.
Sebastian blinked.
Well... that can't be good.
He quietly made the sign of the cross.
Ay, por la Santísima Madre María, a todos nos están reprendiendo; todos trabajamos en la matriz de traducción. (Oh, by the Blessed Mother Mary, we are all getting reprimanded; we all worked on the translation matrix.)
Sebastian glanced around the room, trying to determine what everyone else knew that he apparently didn't.
Nobody looked particularly terrified.
That worried him even more.
He walked over to A'kilees and leaned slightly closer, keeping his voice low.
“How much trouble are we in?”
== Tag all.==
Sebastian stared at the message for several seconds.
That was... unexpected.
The message was brief. No explanation. No mention of bringing his current assignment, no instructions to prepare a report, nothing that gave him even the slightest indication of why he was being summoned.
His first thought was that it had something to do with the previous mission.
It must be about my performance.
Sebastian frowned.
I did the best I could.
That didn't necessarily mean his best had been good enough.
Maybe he'd be reprimanded. Worse, maybe it would go into his service record.
His mind immediately began going through everything that had happened during the mission. The Musical Translation Matrix he'd developed with A'kilees had failed to perform as expected. That alone could have warranted a conversation.
Maybe someone got hurt because the translation failed.
He winced at the thought.
Perhaps he'd been too Terran-centric in his assumptions. He had designed the system around the Federation Standard alphabet, never fully considering that an alien civilization might organize its language around something completely different.
What if they thought we'd insulted them?
Sebastian sighed.
There was no point speculating. If he was going to be formally reprimanded, the least he could do was show up prepared and professional.
He made certain his uniform was clean and properly arranged before gathering his notes from the mission along with his PADD. He reviewed the material one last time, making sure he could explain his decisions if questioned.
Once satisfied that he was as prepared as he could be, Sebastian headed for Deck One.
The trip didn't take long.
When he reached the Briefing Room, he stopped outside the door and gave himself one final inspection.
Uniform straight, Boots clean, PADD in hand, Nothing sloppy.
If his superiors were going to lecture him, he certainly wasn't going to give them another reason to add something to his service record.
Sebastian took a breath and entered.
He immediately recognized several of the people already inside.
Lieutenant Gath. Doctor O'Fee. Ensign Singer. And, thankfully, A'kilees.
Sebastian blinked.
Well... that can't be good.
He quietly made the sign of the cross.
Ay, por la Santísima Madre María, a todos nos están reprendiendo; todos trabajamos en la matriz de traducción. (Oh, by the Blessed Mother Mary, we are all getting reprimanded; we all worked on the translation matrix.)
Sebastian glanced around the room, trying to determine what everyone else knew that he apparently didn't.
Nobody looked particularly terrified.
That worried him even more.
He walked over to A'kilees and leaned slightly closer, keeping his voice low.
“How much trouble are we in?”
== Tag all.==