[sb118-artemis] Ensign Tho'Bi - The Pros and Cons of Two Blue Antennae

[Tobi]

(( Main Engineering - Deck 16, USS Artemis-A ))

He was home.  Not back with his parents, but home never-the-less.  The young ensign withdraw another isolinear chip, holding it between blue thumb and blue index finger; in his other hand he held an engineering-spec tricorder.  Each chip needed to be individually scanned to ensure proper optical frequency synchronization.  “Point zero five variance.”  He muttered to himself.  It was within Starfleet Operation Tolerance, but it could be better.

With the chip in one hand and the tricorder in the other, the ensign had run out of fingers.  The young Andorian smiled.  He lifted his hands upwards until the tricorder and chip were level with the top of his head; then lent his head forward, as he did this, he rotated the tricorder 90 degrees.  It was now aligned length ways with the width of his head.  His eyes glazed over.  His antennae began to dab at the conveniently orientated input controls.

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((Deep Space 3 - Stardate 23809.09))

“Tho’Bi, you need someone to help you with that”, the Andorian female chimed.  She had one eye on the console she was working; one on the six-year-old Andorian boy, knelt on the deck by her feet.  “I can do it”, he grunted.  Dressed in plain gray overalls, the boy had in one hand, a miniature replica of the constitution class heavy cruiser, ‘USS Enterprise NCC 1701’; in the other hand, he had a basic tricorder.  From the upper-deck, a stocky half Klingon/half human male threw his head back and laughed; he directed his attention at the woman and bellowed with delight, “So stubborn!  I wonder where he gets that from?”.  The Andorian female looked up, through the railings, and smiled, “His father.”

The Andorian female had expected a roar of laughing in response; instead her heavy set counterpart was gazing down at her feet.  The half Klingon/half human grinned a full complement of teeth, he exclaimed, “clever little pup!”  The woman cast her deep blue eyes downward; her son was using his antennae to work the tricorder, she smiled.  The tiny warp nacelles of the miniature Enterprise glowed into life.  Tho’Bi looked up at her, his eyes bright, “Look, Mama!  I did it,”  The six-year-old boy beamed. 

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(( Main Engineering - Deck 16, USS Artemis-A ))

The low frequency hum and modulation of engineering filled the air.  Clump!  Someone had tripped over his legs.  Tho’Bi slid the isolinear chip back into its designated slot.  As he did so, he heard the someone talking to him.

Sadar: Oh! No no no no. ::wrings hands anxiously:: I-I’m sorry, are you okay?

Tho’Bi: :: begins to shuffle out from under the console ::  It’s all good.  No problem.  :: attempts to sit upright and clumps his forehead :: Ow! :: manages to sit up :: Still all good! :: Stands up :: any day an engineer is not on fire or irradiated is a good day :: smiles at Sadar. 

The someone was a female Mizarian wearing the blue of science/medical.

Sadar: Ah, yes, uhh... H-Hello Ensign. I’m Doctor Sadar. ::pauses:: I-I’m sorry for interrupting your work in, uhh, such a... Kinetic manner?

He felt a little better that the Mizarian seemed more anxious than him; but then the young ensign noticed the two pips on her collar, and his antennae started to feel wonky.

Tho’Bi: :: snaps to attention :: Apologies Lieutenant. :: speaking too quickly :: I failed to properly observe your rank and consequently failed to properly acknowledge your rank :: deep breath :: I was working the tricorder :: points at his antennae :: with my antennae :: rocks head from side to side :: and that always makes me a little fuzzy. 

The doctor seem to be reaching for something on her fingers, but never arrived at a destination.  He was not entirely sure she had heard him.  He decided this would probably be for the best. 

Sadar: Ah, well, I’m... I’m looking for someone to answer some questions about the new sensors that were installed on the USS Galaktoboureko... Uhh. One of our shuttles. ::slight pause:: I-I don’t suppose you’ve heard anything about the project yet?

It seemed his speed talking had gone unnoticed.  Good.  As for the project, he had seen a brief outline.

Tho’Bi: :: gestures with his tricorder :: Yes, I read about it on my Padd :: looks down at tricorder :: but this... is... a... tri-cord-er :: places hands and tricorder behind his back :: Yes,  USS Galack-toe-bore-echo :: tilts head slightly and then straightens up :: type eleven shuttle craft.  16.5 meters in length.  Warp 6 capable.  oO I sound like a text book Oo  Type 5 phasers.  Microtorpedo launchers oO Oh, please stop talking Oo  Do my antennae seem wonky to you?

Sadar: Response

TAG/TBC

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Ensign Tho’Bi

Engineering

USS Artemis-A

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