Ensign Finsen - The sim where Ensign Finsen has the worst experience one could have, oh it's just simply awful and ghastly

[Wil Ukinix]

((Science Lab, USS Kitty Hawk))

The console in front of Finsen was reporting strange tachyon readings, one that she couldn’t make sense of.  Tightly combined packs of tachyons at the quantum level, with strange subspace attributes?

She rubbed her head for a moment as she felt a headache.

oO Well of course I’m getting a headache, this gravity well is causing all sorts of rocking and rolling of the ship, never mind the amount of new science that we may potentially find here, I mean I hope Kivik is doing well up on the bridge, ohhh I am so, so, so proud of nem!  I can’t wait to catch up with nem when… OO

Finsen (OOC: thankfully) cut off her train of thought when her headache got stronger.  Wincing, she crouched down onto the ground, placing her hand on the floor to steady herself.  The Denobulan Science Officer reached up to press her combadge to request medical assistance, but as she did, she felt her eyes close over.  She slowly allowed herself to lie on the ground as she momentarily slipped out of consciousness…


((Flashback(?) - Bridge, USS Truckee))

Finsen turned from her science station to address the First Officer with an unprompted but entirely-reasonable-given-the-circumstances situation update.

Finsen: Sir, the effect of the anomaly is slowly deteriorating our shields because of the unknown radiation, I mean we don’t have to panic *just* yet, but curiously the radiation seems to be adapting to our systems, isn’t that amazing to think that we’ve discovered natural phenomena that acts *just* like a stomach and is breaking us down like a meal!  Oh, there’s a journal paper for me in this…

As the Denobulan woman continued to speak, the First Officer simply sighed, keeping their eyes on the view screen.

Finsen: … and I can’t wait to tell my old roommate Kivik about this!  Ne was always interested in-

Barberra: ::Raising hand:: That’s enough, Ensign.  My ears are bleeding already.

Finsen: ::Exasperated scowl:: If I may, Commander, now I appreciate that sometimes my updates can be, what was the exact word you used again? Oh yes, “onerous”, and I appreciate you were being diplomatic with me, but I just can’t help feel that it’s a rude assessment, and unbecoming of senior officer who is meant to be a leader and respectful of their officers, *especially* a leader that is relying on as much information as possible so you can make informed decisions, which, with respect Commander, is crucial considering that this ship, nay our *lives*, may soon be in danger-

Barberra: -Lieutenant!

The First Officer stood up, and rapidly made her way towards Finsen, her phaser like-focus not breaking her gaze from Finsen’s.

Finsen blinked her eyes for a moment, having just noticed something she hadn’t before.

Finsen: Commander, respectfully, why are you wearing cat’s ears?  I mean, I didn’t notice it before, and admittedly it is very becoming of you, but I just wonder if you are setting the right standard for such a young crew-

Barberra: ::Raised voice:: SHUT. UP!

The First Officer sighed through her nose, and flared her nostrils.  The tension between the two was palpable.

Barberra: …and kiss me.

Free from the confines of her supressed feelings, Finsen threw herself forward into Annamae’s awaiting arms, her eyes unable to close she pushed her face closer to Annamae’s-


((Science Lab, USS Kitty Hawk))

Finsen’s eyes snapped open, her painful headache not able to stop the look of terror that washed over her face.

Finsen: ::Loud Shriek:: AAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ::tapping combadge:: =/\= Medical emergency! =/\=

(End)

 

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Ensign Finsen
Science Officer 
USS Kitty Hawk 

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