Lt Alex Storm - Assumptions Vs. Evidence
Karen Morris
((USS Artemis-A, deck 8, Chief Tactical Officer office))
Sitting across from Sil and next to Nat amplified the electricity in the room. Big imaginations and bigger ideas prevailed despite the gurgle that played in her stomach. Holding the PADD in one hand, Alex tapped it against the heel of her other hand. Her eyes swept from the PADD up to Sil.
Storm: You’ve given us both quite an assignment, Commander. But I think we’re both up to the task, and we make a good team.
Cole: We do. Alex and I approach things a little differently, which honestly makes me trust the end result more. If we’re building something for the crew, I’d rather it come from more than one way of thinking.
Silveira: I know, that’s why I am handing this to you both. I have every confidence in either of you and know neither will let me down.
Storm: You know us, we might be a little unconventional at times, but we’ll do you proud.
Cole: I think with that in mind the risk assessment could tell us a lot, not just where people are vulnerable, but where Security and Tactical may be assuming readiness instead of building it.
Sil’s eyebrows didn’t just raise, they rocketed up.
Silveira: Sorry I think you lost me there…
Storm: I think…
Alex looked over at Nat and set a hand on her armrest.
Storm: …what she’s saying is that, we’re under the assumption that Tactical and Security are good, but that’s working more from an assumption than from evidence. We probably are okay…mostly, but there may be some holes that we can’t see.
Cole: If we’re doing this right, it should show us where our readiness actually is, not where we assume it is.
Silveira: OK now I got it, yes very valid point.
Storm: That way, we can plug any holes before they grow.
Silveira: But remember to keep a component regarding our own risk assessment. I know we all tend to be a little… ::he didn’t want to use the word reckless, so he tried to find a better suited synonym:: audacious. I want us all to work on that.
Alex felt the reaction immediately—sharp, instinctive.
Did he mean her?
The thought flickered, but she didn’t chase it. Not here. Not now.
Her instincts nudged her to reach out—to confirm, to clarify—but she shut that impulse down just as quickly.
Whatever Sil meant, it could wait.
Her expression didn’t change. But the old habit of guarding her thoughts—one she’d thought she’d set aside—quietly slipped back into place.
She would sort it out later, when she could think clearly.
Storm: Understood, Commander.
Cole: Response
Silveira: You mentioned you had an idea when Lieutenant Storm was asking about the medical part? Care to share it?
Storm: Oh yeah.
Alex raised her eyebrows and looked over at Nat.
Storm: You said you had an idea. I’m curious too.
Cole: Response
The raven-haired woman leaned back and crossed her legs. Her eyebrows were slightly arched, and she nodded her head as she appeared to listen, but she was very much wrestling with her own thoughts.
Silveira: Interesting…
Alex blinked. oO (explective redacted) What was interesting? Here and now, Alex. Focus. Oo She replayed Cole’s words in her head, processing as quickly as she could.
Storm: And you want to incorporate that into the Risk Assessment? Or were you thinking of using that more in the readiness drills?
Cole: Response
Storm: Okay. I see how that could fit. Maybe it’s something we can keep workshopping and find the best angle to incorporate it.
Cole/Silveira: Response
Alex focused her eyes on her PADD. The tightness in her jaw might betray her, but if her eyes were focused elsewhere, at least they couldn’t.
Storm: I’m just going to jot that down, so I don’t forget it for the next time we meet. She tipped her head at Nat.
Cole/Silveira: Response
While still looking busy writing on her PADD, with as much ease and nonchalance as she could muster, she said…
Storm: Anything else, Commander?
Cole/Silveira: Response
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Tags / TBC!
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Lt Alex Storm
Tactical Officer
USS Artemis
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