LtJG Jovenan –Reprimand of a kind
Jovenan
((Fitness Centre, Deck 4, USS Artemis))
Lap 10. The muscles began to ease up.
The constant state off being mostly immobile didn’t do good to Jovenan’s body. The life of a science officer was far from the natural state of the Edo, and to be fair, most other humanoids as well. If she didn’t sit by a console, she was sitting by a lab instrument or conference table. And the walking! Walking instead of running everywhere was one of the most obvious differences in most humanoids and the Edo. Ignoring the fact that there wasn’t much space to run anyway, if she had been running around the corridors, everyone would be looking her weird and eventually ask her to stop. It had happened before, not in Starfleet, but still.
Except that there was a room on the Artemis where running was not only tolerated but expected. Jovenan had been hesitant to visit the fitness centre on the ship for a while but had since then become more open to frequenting there. The running track lacked soul compared to the natural environment with trees and grass and uneven terrain, but it had to do her for now. At first, she had also been awkward sharing the track with others, but she was slowly learning how to ignore them. Even if they smelled weird.
Silveira: =/\= Silveira to Lieutenant Jovenan. Are you on board? =/\=
Jovenan ran to the side of the track and stopped. She hadn’t expected anyone contacting her right now. Had Lt Silveira sounded tense while calling her? Maybe it was important, something work related perhaps.
Jovenan: =/\= Jovenan here. Yes, I’m on deck 4, sir. =/\=
Silveira: =/\= Good, I know we're on shore leave but I have some things to say to you. Please report to my office as soon as possible. Silveira out. =/\=
She hadn’t imagined it the first time, the Lieutenant’s voice had an irritated tone to it. Irritated… to her? Had she done something wrong? Nervousness was once again dominating her mind as she tried to figure out what was so urgent.
Jovenan: A-ay…
In the middle of her response, she realised Lt Silveira had already cut the commlink and she had been only talking to her lifeless combadge. Not only was Lt Silveira’s matter urgent, but he also wasn’t willing to hear objections of the time of the meeting. Jovenan looked around, hoping nobody had heard the conversation around her. She was also uncertain how soon was as soon as possible. Did she have time to switch her exercise wear to uniform in the dressing room? Uh, it wasn’t an emergency, so she would be expected to show up in uniform. Take a sonic shower first? No, there was no time for that. She tried sniffing her armpits. While she was slightly sweaty, she was lucky she didn’t smell as much as many other humanoids seemed to do. But what if Lt Silveira expected her to show up in tiptop condition? Uhh…
((A bit later))
((Tactical Suite, Deck 8, USS Artemis))
Walking to Lt Silveira’s office, Jovenan had wondered anxiously what he might want to say to her. Was it something about how she fired the phasers at the Suliban pirate ship during the mission? Those had been poor shots that had barely hit them, but she was also under-experienced and untrained person taking the controls at an emergency, surely he was as reasonable not to hold her responsible for… whatever she had done wrong. Or maybe it was about how she had failed to anticipate the plasma bubble ignition, rendering Lt Silveira’s own fire useless or even counter-effective? Or about how he had to scold her for not informing the Captain of them beaming up during the Meranuge mission? Oh no, it’s about all those things, he’s really disappointed in me!
Once again, Jovenan found herself behind a closed door, gathering her courage to ring the doorbell. Except this time, she didn’t have the luxury of delaying until she was mentally ready, she was expected. She straightened her skant uniform she had put on rushedly, before pressing the bell.
Silveira: Enter
The doors opened, and Jovenan could see uncharacteristically stern Lt Silveira sitting by his desk. Trying to keep a neutral expression, not succumbing to anxious panic, she greeted the Lieutenant professionally from the door.
Jovenan: Sir.
She walked to him, stopping in front of his desk. Most of the time officers asked their guests to sit down, but Lt Silveira didn’t. This confused her at first, looking at him for a moment anticipating him to say the words or gesture to a free chair, but no such order was given. He must be fuming not to allow her to sit. Given his stern look and refusal to let her sit, she could only pick up her posture and stand in attention.
Silveira: Lieutenant, I will go straight to the point. I am certain you might not like what I am about to say, but I, as Chief Tactical Officer, can't let this go unnoticed.
Jovenan: What is it, sir?
Lt Silveira was easily one head taller than her, appearing threatening as he stood up behind his desk. She tried to prevent a tear drop rolling down her cheek without moving, remaining in attention.
Silveira: I am truly very proud of you. You are one of the best officers I ever served with. And an example to follow. ::He raised his finger as if to add a point.:: Correction your an example I follow. Very well done.
Jovenan: ::confused, blinking fast:: I… Excuse me… sir?
Silveira: Response
She stopped standing in attention and looked at Lt Silveira and around the room. Utterly confused by the sudden change in the Lieutenant’s indicated message, she wasn’t sure what was expected of her. Thank him bashfully? Deny it? Reflect and compliment him in return? Try to figure out if this is some kind of a game?
Jovenan: Thank you for the, uh, compliment, sir, but I’m not entirely sure what I have done to deserve it.
Silveira: Response
TAG/TBC
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Lieutenant JG Jovenan
Science officer
USS Artemis-A
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