Valesha Sienelis - Through the Looking Glass

[Quinn Reynolds]

((Home Universe: Bridge, USS Yarahla))

::While Hudson and Paulsen saw to the altered warm-up and overcharge of the quantum slipstream drive, Sienelis worked with O'Malley and Emjulik to try and improve the Yarahla's sensor resolution. Though they had located the Gorkon, they had very little information about what lay beyond the quantum fissure's threshold, and Vayne had planted the seed of a very unhappy idea -- that the Gorkon might not be alone.::

O'Malley: Ah, I see a shadow behind the Gorkon but with the restrictions of our possibility to look what is there, it could also be the shadow of the Gorkon itself.

::She raised her eyebrows and darted over to the man's console. Already? He was good. She peered down at his screen and the curious image displayed upon it. The computer had presented the data in the form of a silhouette, a black space behind the Sovereign-class.::

Sienelis: Interesting. ::She ran a hand through her cropped, messy hair.:: Can we get a better image?

::A mug of tea appeared in front of her, courtesy of Lieutenant Commander Vayne, and as the spicy, nutty scent of the drink hit her nose, Valesha sucked in small, sharp breath. Aesollh -- she hadn't tasted that since she left Romulus. It was hard to get hold of, now that only one colony farmed the tea leaves, and even then it still didn't taste quite the same. 

::She hesitated before taking a sip, and watched as O'Malley continued, occasionally offering a thought or idea. Unfortunately, the truth of the matter was that even the Yarahla's impressive sensors couldn't steal any more information from the other side of the fissure. But what if..?::

 

O'Malley: I think I have an idea.

 

::He looked toward Vayne, who smiled and winked at him before turning away.::

 

O'Malley: We should and we could send a probe through the fissure to get a better look.

::Before he had even finished the sentence, Valesha found herself nodding along in agreement. She'd come to the same conclusion, albeit a little slower than O'Malley. Why was that?

::Probably because they were so close to getting the Gorkon back, she was losing her focus. Maybe the Clovis' accident was a blessing in disguise, giving them all a fresh perspective on the situation and the problems it was presenting.::

 

Vayne: It would give us an idea of what's going on over there.  Better than sitting on our hands…

::Brunsig made a small, vaguely positive grunt in reply, turning away from the viewscreen to look at the small group of ensigns Valesha was a part of. Out of uniform, she felt somewhat out of place among them, an interloper among their pristine Starfleet colours.::

Brunsig: O'Malley, what's your plan?

O'Malley: I've made some calculations and as far as I see we should be able to send one probe through that fissure and deploy another one as near as possible to get the best results.

::There was a subtle tension in O'Malley's face as he waited for an answer. Nerves, perhaps? She wasn't sure why -- it was a good idea.::

Brunsig: Sounds sensible enough. 

::High praise from the tall, blond German.::

O'Malley: If we do this, I'll need help from engineering and security.

Paulsen: What can we do to help? ::She said, looking at her fellow engineer.::

Hudson/Emjulik: response

::The Lieutenant Commander's tea round finished in the centre of the bridge, with Brunsig. She held out a mug, and he shook his head.::

Vayne: Hudson and Paulsen are two of the best engineers I've seen come out of the Academy, and Emjulik is a top notch security officer.

::Brunsig looked back at Vayne, his face unmoving. Unimpressed or uncaring, Valesha couldn't tell. He was good at hiding whatever went on in his head, and she guess that his prickly demeanour meant that few people ever bothered to try and find out.::

Brunsig: And..?

Hudson/Emjulik: response

::Vayne glanced in O'Malley's direction.::

Vayne: And I can help as well.  ::She indicated the remaining mug.:: Oh, and you look like a tea drinker.  I didn't know your preference, so I went with Darjeeling.

Brunsig: Earl Grey. And I'm not thirsty. ::He looked back toward the gaggle of ensigns.:: Launch your probes.

O'Malley/Paulsen/Hudson/Emjulik: response

::Valesha returned to her own console. It really was a compliment to the academy's training of how easily they all fell into their roles, working together as a team to solve the problem. Not for the first time, she felt a pang of sadness at the fact that her future was destined to be plain prison walls, rather than working with people like these.::

Sienelis: The probes are loaded and ready. ::She looked toward Emjulik.:: I'll leave the firing solution to you.

::The tactical officer would be far more capable of getting the probe where it needed to go than just about anyone else on the bridge.::

O'Malley/Emjulik: response

::She watched on her console as the probes were away, feeling her heart racing in her chest. What were they going to see?::

Paulsen/Hudson: response

Sienelis: I see it. Compensating. ::She frowned.:: Or... trying to. The probes aren't responding very well.

O'Malley/Paulsen/Hudson/Emjulik: response

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​Ensign Valesha Sienelis

Science Officer

"On Leave"

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Captain Quinn Reynolds
Commanding Officer

USS Gorkon

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