Ensign Larek Tyron - Life beyond the charts
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
Captain MacKenzie cleared her throat and sat forward in her chair.
MacKenzie: Tell me about your
background, Ensign. ::holding up the PADD:: I’m talking about the things I
won’t learn by reading your formal bio.
The young ensign’s profile showed that he was a good, not great, student. He
worked hard and took things seriously. It also showed that he was awkward in
large social situations and had a hard time letting down and relaxing. Being
one of few children on a planet being terraformed with adults that were busy. Larek
had spent time either studying, working on projects, or helping others. His
profile probably even showed he was better with his phaser in his left hand
even though he was right-handed.
Tyron: ::Looking a bit more nervous and unsure:: I have come to enjoy some of the aspects of mind 20th century earth, particularly a region called Appalachia. I am a cousin (in the holodeck) to a man named Junior Johnson :: Picking up a bit of a 1940’s Appalachian accent:: we modify car engines to get more power and speed out of them. ::Blushing a bit:: Then we try to deliver moonshine to cities around the south. We end up running from the police through the Appalachian Mountains and the foothills. :: Pausing for a moment and looking at the Captain:: I admit some aspects of earth history from that time that do not make sense to me. ::Pausing again for a moment:: I have learned to play banjo and fiddle, and have taken part in some strange ritual events called barn dances ::Dropping the accent:: but I am not sure any of these are useful. I also like cherry pie and blueberry pancakes.
Tyron had been introduced to that program as a teenager by a human engineer who wanted a bit less help. He did not understand the shanties, the segregation, the amount of violence, and did not understand the teenage girls.
MacKenzie/Dakora: Responses
Captain MacKenzie nodded thoughtfully.
Tyron: Just so you know, I do not drink. I am told moonshine tastes a bit better than gasoline and has the kick of a mule. I am not sure why anyone would do that.
MacKenzie: And what about your interest
in the helm position?
Tyron: ::Smiling a bit more and visible less nervous as this was outside of him::
I spent most my life on a planet watching an atmosphere develop, from seeing
millions of stars to seeing fewer, from baren ground to fertile soil, and to
watching clouds form and rain falling. I know more about different types of algae,
waste and water reclamation, carbon filtration, plant growth, and hydroponics than
any boy should ever know. My parents may terraform two or three planets in
their lifetime, but there is a lot to see and experience. oO No need to say, I like to go fast. Oo That
life is not for me, there is so much more to learn.
Dakora: Responses
Tyron: I know with everything going on, there is a lot of crew taking leave and helping out. I would like to start earning my keep, can I help in any way or are there things you would like me to start learning? Specific tests or simulations for the helm and navigation systems that you would like me to participate in? Are there any updates to the astrogation charts or star maps that I should review before the ship returns to active duty?
MacKenzie/ Dakora: Responses
Tag, and TBC!
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Helm Officer
USS Artemis-A