01-11-2025, 09:58 PM
It wasn’t that Artemis didn’t dislike recognition, she just didn’t see the purpose of getting all dressed up for it. Starfleet did things differently than how she had been raised, and in her mostly-Klingon household, things that were honorable were acknowledged and praised as soon as possible. There was no need to let it all pile up, and then dress up, and have a demure little party.
Starfleet thought differently. They had decided to have a belated commissioning ceremony for the USS Yeager, after shoving them out of the nest more than a few weeks ago. This atmosphere was decidedly different than when Art had been instructed to report for duty on a near-derelict Starbase, going down a dimly-lit hallway to Jen Braggins’ storage-closet-turned-office, before rudely being told last-minute that they had a ship, and they were to leave spacedock ASAP.
Again, things had happened last minute, which did not leave Art surprised. She tugged on her white uniform, looked at herself in the full-length mirror, and sighed as she thought about what she should do with her hair. Deciding to leave it down, she deftly tucked an elastic under the cuff of one of her sleeves, should a situation arise and she needed her hair to not be in her face. Another look in the mirror, and Art looked ready to go.
Walking into the large room, Artemis spotted Peter Jensen immediately, and made a conscious decision to not approach him right away. The entire ship didn’t need to know their business. She wasn’t going to hide it, of course, but there was no reason to flaunt it around the room like a 15-year-old Human girl.
There were some new faces, and Art wondered if there were any to add to her department. She had received some information from HQ, but hadn’t read anything yet, as nothing was addressed directly to her, just the Security Department in general. She wandered around, saying quick hellos to various people, and tried not to somehow get herself roped into a conversation with her Captain, whom she still did not like.
==Oh my flipping god Jensen, your tag is killing me. XD ==
Starfleet thought differently. They had decided to have a belated commissioning ceremony for the USS Yeager, after shoving them out of the nest more than a few weeks ago. This atmosphere was decidedly different than when Art had been instructed to report for duty on a near-derelict Starbase, going down a dimly-lit hallway to Jen Braggins’ storage-closet-turned-office, before rudely being told last-minute that they had a ship, and they were to leave spacedock ASAP.
Again, things had happened last minute, which did not leave Art surprised. She tugged on her white uniform, looked at herself in the full-length mirror, and sighed as she thought about what she should do with her hair. Deciding to leave it down, she deftly tucked an elastic under the cuff of one of her sleeves, should a situation arise and she needed her hair to not be in her face. Another look in the mirror, and Art looked ready to go.
Walking into the large room, Artemis spotted Peter Jensen immediately, and made a conscious decision to not approach him right away. The entire ship didn’t need to know their business. She wasn’t going to hide it, of course, but there was no reason to flaunt it around the room like a 15-year-old Human girl.
There were some new faces, and Art wondered if there were any to add to her department. She had received some information from HQ, but hadn’t read anything yet, as nothing was addressed directly to her, just the Security Department in general. She wandered around, saying quick hellos to various people, and tried not to somehow get herself roped into a conversation with her Captain, whom she still did not like.
==Oh my flipping god Jensen, your tag is killing me. XD ==