[sb118-artemis] Ensign Tho'Bi - Padds, Transporters, and Aged Warp Engines

[Tobi]

((Risa Control - Planet Risa))

Despite the young Andorian engineer’s best efforts to tune-up the aged and ill-maintained warp engines of the beleaguered civilian transport, they had still arrived at Risa behind schedule.  As he sprinted his way across Risa Control, side-stepping the bewildering variety of peoples, he barely noticed the lingering sting from the chaka blade across his right cheek.

Such was his rush, the newly graduated ensign practically leaped onto the softly lit pads of the transporter.  The Rise Control Transporter Chef threw him a stern look and cough impatiently.  Tho’Bi apologized and informed the Chef of his name, rank, and posting.  Tap-tap-tap.  The chef’s index finger drummed upon the top of his console.  Tho’Bi hid his Andorian irritation well, and calmly shared his Starfleet serial number. 

((Sub-Orbital Space - Planet Risa))

If, in that exact moment, someone had been floating in the space between Riser Control and the USS Artemis-A, and if that someone, by some wonder of evolution or technology, were able, they might have heard a 23 year old Andorian male mutter the words, “Paper-pushing Kielor”. 

((Deck 4, USS Artemis-A))

Bip!  Tho’Bi had no sooner started in the direction of the Captain MacKenzie’s ready room, when the Padd, hastily handed to him upon arrival, demanded his attention.  Bip!  He looked down at the small rectangular display.  He was scheduled for his on-boarding medical check up.  The young ensign’s antennae twitched.  Bip!  He turned on his heel and headed for deck 7.  Bip!

((Sickbay, USS Artemis-A))

Swoosh!  The sickbay doors opened to reveal a Betazoid male beaming at him.  

 

Adea: Ensign Tho’Bi? A pleasure to meet you.

Tho’Bi: ::nodded and smiled awkwardly:: Yes, Sir. ::notices the three pips:: Commander.

The Andorian ensign took note of the cane resting in the Betazoid commander’s hand.  When his mother was assigned Deep Space 3, the then five-year-old Tho’Bi had seen people from non-federation worlds with canes.  It was much less common among the people of Federation worlds.

Adea: Genkos Adea, your friendly neighbourhood CMO. I believe you’re here for your onboarding medical check-in?

Bip!  Tho’Bi glanced down at the Padd in his hand.  He had forgotten to cancel the alarm. He hastily did so now.

Tho’Bi: oO Can’t work a Padd.  Great way for an engineer to impress Oo :: places Padd behind his back :: Yes, sir, doctor, commander :: awkward glance aside :: sir.

Adea: Response?

It was at the moment, Tho’Bi became aware of several things.  Firstly, he remained horribly awkward whenever he first met anyone.  Secondly, he had not yet reported for duty with Captain MacKenzie.  And finally, the lingering slash across his right cheek might require an explanation.

Tho’Bi: I must apologize.  My transport to Risa was late. The warp engines were poorly maintained, well over a century old :: almost talking to himself :: maybe dating back to the first generation of constitution class heavy cruisers :: remembers himself :: which is why I haven’t actually reported for duty with Captain MacKenzie, yet.

Adea: Response

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Ensign Tho’Bi

Engineering

USS Artemis-A

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