Commander Ava Munro - The New Girl
Ava Munro
((Ava Munro Quarters - Compartment 1201 - Deck 02 - USS Artemis-A))
Ava placed her hands firmly on her hips and breathed a sigh of relief. It was finally done. The hydroponics alcove, nestled behind the fully functioning kitchen in her quarters, was complete.
The plants were spaced out in their bays, the more sensitive of the bunch were placed in sealed cabinets configured to their specifications. She had even installed redundant power supply incase of a ship wide power failure, the plants would survive.
As if in celebration the humidifier activated and sprayed satisfyingly over the Bildor Root, Naura IV's most infamous plant. It resembled a worn, ugly rock but in a few months it would crack open and sprout forth the not beautiful flowers.
With a spring in her step she about turned, in youthful exuberance she rushed over to her desk at the other side of her quarters, almost colliding with the coffee table. Snatched the holo-scanner and ran all the way back to the alcove.
Quickly she took a quick holo-scan of the alcove. After a few buttons the image was making its way across the galaxy to Naura IV. She laughed at herself.
Seconds later a chirp indicated that it had been received. When she looked down, there was a thumbs up and a comment: “well done.”
She shook her head, her mother was a woman of few words. Ava felt slightly embarrassed that even now, an accomplished Starfleet officer, she sought the approval of her Mum. She had built a hydroponics alcove in her quarters just to feel connected to her in some way. And to store the torturous amount of plants she sent to her. So she determined it was a necessity rather than a needy child.
Then… the chirp sounded again: “I love you.”
Ava smiled, and turned the holo scanners interface towards herself.
Munro: I love you too, Mum. Happy Birthday.
She sent the message and then closed the scanner down. With a glance towards her chronometer, she sighed. Duty called.
((Operations Centre - Deck 05 - USS Artemis-A))
Ava had showered, changed into her uniform and fixed her hair. She wandered into the Operations Centre idly, various officers acknowledged her and she raised her hands in a signal to keep on working. She had two reasons to come down here.
The first, it was her old territory. She had spent years in Operations Departments not unlike this one and felt a sense of calm when she came here. It was a place to think. There was a certain rhythm to an operations centre of a starship that was unlike any other department. The movement was always purposeful, the noises from the consoles beat like the pulse of the ship. An orchestra played all around her, and it told the story of the Artemis in real time.
Her eye caught system reports streaming along in real time, shift rotations as names appeared and dropped off to be changed with another one. System interfaces lit across a screen. The ship, it's systems and the people within it had all become one large organism. The Artemis was alive and this is where her voice could be heard. Ava moved to a central panel, raised above the heads of everyone. All the ships departments and vital functions were displayed, various categories underneath each of them flashed in colours followed by scrawling notes of repairs, systems, maintenance schedules and resourcing issues.
This brought her to the second reason she was here. The new Strategic Operations Officer, a Betazoid woman by the name of Charlotte Brexis.
Ava tried not to be offended that she hadn't deemed the XO worthy of a check-in, but she was about to remedy that.
She located the woman's station, in the corner of the operations centre, where the woman did seem to be doing some work.
Munro: Lt. Brexis?
Brexis: Response
Ava takes the seat beside the woman and extended her arm.
Munro: Ava Munro, the First Officer.
Brexis: Response
Munro: It's okay, I understand.
Brexis: Response
Waves her hand as if to dismiss the slight.
Munro: I've been the new girl on a ship before. Got to figure out where all the cool lower deckers hang out :: pauses briefly :: Some friendly advice. Always get the senior officer check-ins out the way first :: conspiratorially :: That way they don't get curious about you :: smiles deviously :: I'm curious, Lieutenant. Our new strategic operations officer? How are you settling in?
Brexis: Response
Tags/TBC
First Officer
USS Artemis-A
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