Ensign Imril - Star Treks
Chris Taylor
(( Holodeck 2 - Deck 2, USS Artemis-A ))
Imril: Hello, Lieutenant. Come on in.
Gnai’s tendrils flared with what Imril was pretty sure to be joy.
Gnai: This is… this is absolutely spectacular.
Imril: Oh, this? It's just an attempt to visualize my own travels through the galaxy.
It bobbed in its tank.
Gnai: You’ve traveled far more than this has… ::pointing to where Imril joined the Artemis, the Meirashi homeworld:: These points are shared, but before your arrival, while this was aboard, the Artemis stopped here ::pointing to Betazed, where it had been sent from the Academy to join up with the ship, before being snapped by CloQ into the past:: and here ::pointing to the Bajoran system::.
The name CloQ had become familiar to Imril. Not an entity they were looking forward to meeting, but a meeting which seemed inevitable based on Artemis’ past and the pasts of some of her crew. They wanted more information on who CloQ was, how they were different from the Q that was more familiar to most Starfleet personnel. Strategies for dealing with them. But Gnai had mentioned being snapped into the past by CloQ, and time travel meant a fortress-grade wall of regulations stood between Imril and the privilege to ask any follow-up questions.
So they merely nodded. Acknowledging Gnai’s words without asking anything at all.
Gnai: Then the ship got caught up in the Badlands ::pointing to it, nearby to Bajor::, before heading to Earth for Frontier Day…
It shuddered within its tank slightly, tendrils flashing with all sorts of negative emotion, writhing around its bell.
Imril: ::Trying not to grimace:: I was on Earth for that. Well, in orbit above it. I lost… Some good friends that day.
The jelly-being made some lights that Imril had yet to see from it.
Gnai: This also… doesn’t enjoy reliving those memories. ::long pause:: But after an extended shore leave then… it wasn’t long before you caught up with the ship’s travels. ::pointing to the Meirashi homeworld::
Imril was quite happy to move the conversation away from the Borg Collective’s ‘Final Day’. Presuming it truly was that at all.
Imril: ::pointing to the earlier side of the line, the history::
Gnai: Thank you for letting this relive some of its travels, even if not all the memories are pleasant. ::flashing with gratitude, before switching gears, now curious again:: What were your travels like, before the Artemis? ::pointing to Bajor:: This only got to experience a bit of the wilderness on Bajor… and a hospital. None of the cities, or anything like that.
Imril: ::looking at Bajor’s star:: I lived there for a time. Jalanda City. That’s where I did most of my studying to get into the Academy. Good food, good people. Nice, hot summers. Lots of places to walk around and explore. The busiest starport I’ve seen wasn't on Earth. A nature preserve. Old, old archeological sites, one of which I got to visit as part of my Academy prep.
Gnai: response
Imril: The places between there and Earth... To be honest, a lot of those stars were just pitstops along the way to the Academy. I didn’t so much as get off the ship or shuttle I was on for some of them, maybe a quick look around a starport for some of the others. ::pointing to the section linking Sol to Starbase 118:: I was on a Centaur-class patrol ship for that whole stretch, a cadet on my way to the campus on Starbase 118. I spent most of my time there attending remote classes and being put through battle drills. I barely had time to look outside a porthole, let alone stretch my legs at a starbase. The one time I touched down on a planet was my first real mission. A rescue mission. The colonists on Huith IV thought the world was uninhabited. It wasn’t. ::a small laugh:: Turned out the natives needed rescuing, too.
Gnai: response
Fun as talking about the two officers’ personal past was, they’d come to the holodeck to peer much further back.
Imril: Should we begin? ::looking around:: Oh. I didn’t mean to have no ‘floor’ in this thing. I think the computer faded it out when I told it to reduce the nearby star. Let me fix that.
A few commands to the computer produced a ‘viewing platform’ of sorts for the pair to stand on. A circle of transparent aluminum supported by a brace-work of Starfleet-gray duranium. Like the rounded wall of a greenhouse co-opted into a floor, providing a bountiful view of the stars below. With a circle of handrailing all around, complete with attached computer panels for the both of them, not too different from the one that Imril had used to perform the diagnostic on Gnai’s suit. They could have put some engines underneath to further an illusion of zooming off to whatever part of the star-map they may be headed for. But they didn’t see the need.
Gnai: response
Imril nodded.
Imril: Computer, save program under the original name, and then blank my star-map and re-save it as…?
They looked to Gnai. It was the Lieutenant's ancestral homeworld they were trying to pin down. Naming rights for the simulation rightfully belonged to it.
Gnai: response
Imril: So, recovering the location of Galador 1… What are we working with to do that? This simulation is already updated with an up-to-date astrometrics database, which I’ve already tested as you can see. There are older ones we can link in, too. And alien ones, including the Risan map I told you about way back when.
What crumbs of data and folklore did the Galadoran have to bring to the search?
Gnai: response
Tags/TBC :)
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Ensign Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12