Ensign Larek Tyron - Nerves...
Larek Tyron
((Cadet Housing - StarFleet Academy))
Ensign Tyron’s had received his orders earlier and was to report to his assignment today as the ship was in the drydock orbiting while being repaired. He was given a time and a location to be at to beam aboard. There were shields and protocols that kept people from beaming in and out of buildings at the Academy. Not to say that it was not possible, you would probably end up in trouble with security trying to do that.
Tyron: :: Tyron looked at his group of friends a little sad :: Well, everything is packed.
The group of five were inseparable through their training. Tyron was the last of one of them to go through his final exam. Now everyone had their assignments and would be shipping out. Tyron would not have to go far as his assignment was somewhere above them for repairs. The word was they had a run in with the Borg. After a couple goodbye hugs, the groups went their separate ways.
Tyron: :: Walking to the transporter site by way of the gardens and talking to no one in particular :: I am going to miss this place.
Tyron had helped in the gardens whenever he felt homesick or was unsure what to do. It was his hideaway from too many people and helped him to clear his mind.
Philock (Groundskeeper): :: Coming up from behind Tyron :: I will miss you too. :: Slapping the young ensign on the back :: but we need the space for the next class and you can’t stay here anymore. Your place is out there. ::Pointing up at the sky. ::
Tyron: ::Smiling a bit, then sifting his turnout bag:: Yeah, I know.
Philock: ::Handing Tyron a small package:: Seeds, grown them. Now go!! Before you get in trouble. ::The older man gave Tyron a little push that was more a pat on the back.
Tyron: ::Walking the last little bit to the assigned transporter location::
Philock: ::giving a nod and a smile:: Come back and weed when you make captain.
Tyron: ::Smiling and nodding back:: =/\= Ensign Tyron to the Artemis, one to beam aboard. =/\=
((Transporter bay 1, USS Artemis))
After being atomically disassembled, Tyron found himself being reassembled on a transporter pad in the Artemis. His empathic abilities were stifled by his own anxieties. oO Breath, you can do this. Oo
Transporter operator: Welcome aboard Ensign, report to the Conference room on deck 1. Tyron: ::Awkwardly:: Thank you, Lieutenant.
Tyron: ::Walking down the hallways to the turbolift keeping his eyes down, then entering the lift:: Deck one
Tyron: ::Getting off he walked down the corridor till he was outside the conference room. He gave himself a once over and a pep talk. He needed to be sure his uniform was in place. Preparing to Buzzing at the door.:: oO Time to put on the charm. Oo ::Reaching forward almost poking Commander Salkath as he exited the room.::
Tyron: ::Startled and a bit awkward:: Sorry, Commander ::Moving out of the way::
Salkath: Response
((Conference Room - Deck 1, USS Artemis))
Tyron: ::Entering the room trying to be formal in his posture and presence. His eyes scan the room and take not of what is there and who is there.:: Sorry, Sirs I was going to buzz to announce myself.
Talos rose to greet the Napean Helm Officer with an outstretched hand.
Dakora: Ah, you must be Ensign Tyron, I’m Commander Talos Dakora, your First Officer, and ::He gestured to Addison.:: this is Captain MacKenzie,
Tyron remembered that the First Officer, in general, was responsible for overseeing personnel.
Tyron: :: Reaching out and shaking the First Officer’s hand. :: Thank you Commander. I look forward for serving here. ::Turning his head and looking at the Captain.:: Captain.
MacKenzie: Response
Tyron: :: Looking a bit nervous, then handing over the PADD containing his orders and his transcript, personnel records, and psychological profile. This was more a formality since his records would have been transferred into the ship's computer.:: I got to fly one of the repair shuttles as part of my training. ::His attention drawn to the activity outside the port windows, then returning to the room::
MacKenzie: Response
The First Officer took the PADD containing the Ensign’s orders and handed it to Addison to peruse as he spoke.
Dakora: Ensign Tyron will be our new Helm Officer. ::He turned to Larek.:: Ordinarily, we’d be having this meeting in the Ready Room, but it was damaged during the Frontier Day crisis, so this will have to do. Have a seat.
Talos gestured to one of the chairs at the long table as he and MacKenzie took up positions on the opposite side.
Tyron: :: Taking a seat as directed and placing his hands on the table, one on top of each other palms down, till he remembered the bag of seeds.:: Thank you, sir! Sorry, sir. The seeds were a gift and I did not have time to stow them away. :: Setting them aside on the table. :: The word at the Academy was that it was a tough engagement.
The Academy was a great place for rumors and gossip when it came to combat or catastrophic events. They tended to make good teaching points.
MacKenzie: Response
Talos had the initial impression that the man was nervous– or maybe shy?-- possibly a combination of both. But then again who wasn’t a little nervous on the day of their first assignment?
Dakora: We’re glad to have you aboard, especially after our last pilot… ::He caught himself and chose a different tack.:: Well, We’re just glad to have you aboard.
The First Officer changed what he was saying in mid-sentence.
Tyron: ::Giving a nervous smile:: Yes, Sir. :: Shifting in his seat a bit :: They said this posting came up... :: Looking down and letting that hang there for a second or two as he searched for the right word.:: unexpectedly.
Tyron did not put much stock in rumors or gossip. Memories of the ship he was on as a child going to his home, the sound of people screaming and dying, the chaos, and the smells of things burning still haunted him.
Tyron: ::Looking at the two officers:: I am sorry for the crew loses. You must have been close to them. ::Looking down at his hands.:: Being in a command position when people die would not be an easy thing. I hope... ::Stopping himself.:: oO That is not your place and what does an ensign know, they know how to take care of themselves.. Oo ::Looking back up at them with a little worry that he crossed a boundary.::
Dakora: Response
MacKenzie: Response
Tag/TBC
Helm Officer
USS Artemis-A