Lt. Silveira: A favor you can’t refuse.
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Apr 12, 2025, 5:59:08 PM4/12/25
to USS Artemis-A – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
OOC: By the powers of shoreleave shifting time, I am setting this after the mini mission still running is done, and the safe return of everyone (please don’t any of you in the mini mission die)
IC:
((USS Artemis, deck 3, Silveira’s quarters))
Vitor had rushed to his quarters after they landed and had a quick bath.
He was eager to find Nan, his girlfriend, and he rushed around the room getting changed.
As he was finishing he looked at the Al doll on his desk and a plan began to brew in his mind.
One of his usual crazy plans, albeit a really cute one. He finished dressing, his Artemis t-shirt, shorts and moccasins and went to examine the doll.
As he picked her up it spoke the usual catch phrase. “EAT MY DUST”
He smiled, sadly. He was going to miss Al, but it was one of those things. Transfers, moves, transitions. That was commonplace for a Starfleet Officer.
He just hopped, from the bottom of his heart , that Al from the Helm would find her place and be happy.
As he examined the doll, who kept wishing him to “EAT MY DUST”, and he could swear it was getting louder, he noticed a little tag in it. Carefully he read it and his smile widened.
Silveira: Computer set up a comline, or get me the contact of a Doctor… Alyndra Syrex. From the Ronin… And get their location, please
Computer: Unable to comply.
Vitor knew the Ronin was pretty far away, but it surprised him that it didn’t allow him to send a spoken or texted message.
Silveira: Computer, clarify please.
Computer: Lieutenant Junior Grade Alyndra Syrex isn’t located on the Ronin
Vitor frowned and simply replied, as if keeping a conversation.
Silveira: Why?
Computer: Lieutenant Junior Grade Alyndra Syrex is temporarily assigned to the USS Artemis
Vitor arched his eyebrows and opened his eyes in surprise, he let down the Al doll on the couch and looked around for his combaged.
Silveira: OK computer, ignore my request.
Computer: Acknowledge.
Finding his combadge he tapped it, opening a comline.
Silveira: =/\= Silveira to Doctor Syrex
Syrex: =/\= Response
He smiled and began to walk to the door.
Silveira: =/\= Doctor, I hope I am not interrupting. I am Lieutenant Vitor Silveira, Chief Tactical officer of the Artemis. I am wondering if you can spare me some time.
Syrex: =/\= Response
He hoped she had brought up her other skills. Vitor wanted to make a little surprise for his girlfriend.
Silveira: =/\= Doc I am going to ask you a favor you can’t refuse. Where can we meet?
Syrex: =/\= Response
TAG/TBC
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
IC:
((USS Artemis, deck 3, Silveira’s quarters))
Vitor had rushed to his quarters after they landed and had a quick bath.
He was eager to find Nan, his girlfriend, and he rushed around the room getting changed.
As he was finishing he looked at the Al doll on his desk and a plan began to brew in his mind.
One of his usual crazy plans, albeit a really cute one. He finished dressing, his Artemis t-shirt, shorts and moccasins and went to examine the doll.
As he picked her up it spoke the usual catch phrase. “EAT MY DUST”
He smiled, sadly. He was going to miss Al, but it was one of those things. Transfers, moves, transitions. That was commonplace for a Starfleet Officer.
He just hopped, from the bottom of his heart , that Al from the Helm would find her place and be happy.
As he examined the doll, who kept wishing him to “EAT MY DUST”, and he could swear it was getting louder, he noticed a little tag in it. Carefully he read it and his smile widened.
Silveira: Computer set up a comline, or get me the contact of a Doctor… Alyndra Syrex. From the Ronin… And get their location, please
Computer: Unable to comply.
Vitor knew the Ronin was pretty far away, but it surprised him that it didn’t allow him to send a spoken or texted message.
Silveira: Computer, clarify please.
Computer: Lieutenant Junior Grade Alyndra Syrex isn’t located on the Ronin
Vitor frowned and simply replied, as if keeping a conversation.
Silveira: Why?
Computer: Lieutenant Junior Grade Alyndra Syrex is temporarily assigned to the USS Artemis
Vitor arched his eyebrows and opened his eyes in surprise, he let down the Al doll on the couch and looked around for his combaged.
Silveira: OK computer, ignore my request.
Computer: Acknowledge.
Finding his combadge he tapped it, opening a comline.
Silveira: =/\= Silveira to Doctor Syrex
Syrex: =/\= Response
He smiled and began to walk to the door.
Silveira: =/\= Doctor, I hope I am not interrupting. I am Lieutenant Vitor Silveira, Chief Tactical officer of the Artemis. I am wondering if you can spare me some time.
Syrex: =/\= Response
He hoped she had brought up her other skills. Vitor wanted to make a little surprise for his girlfriend.
Silveira: =/\= Doc I am going to ask you a favor you can’t refuse. Where can we meet?
Syrex: =/\= Response
TAG/TBC
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
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