Lt. JG Ollie Bergmen - What happens beneath deck 10 stays beneath deck 10

[CPT Arianus]

(OOC: Kick-off consulted with Imril regarding our workaholic angle)

(( Deck 16, USS Artemis ))

Visits like the one he was about to undertake struck Lieutenant Bergmen as somewhat hypocritical, almost comical in their nature. While the rest of the crew eagerly anticipated shore leave—a brief respite from the confines of the ship where they could indulge in peace, leisure, and a modicum of fun—Bergmen found himself attempting to evade it at every turn.

This time was no different, as he had maneuvered his way out of the first rotation, willingly relinquishing his spot to a fellow officer who would make good use of the precious time on station. Instead of reveling in the tranquility that shore leave promised, Bergmen chose to dive into work. After all, when would he ever find a moment so perfect for uninterrupted focus?

Most importantly, he relished the elusive peace differently - he liked that one which came with solitude, even if it was amidst the paperwork and reports that awaited him. For Bergmen, the chance to be away from the bustle of ship life—if only for a few hours—held more value in the quiet solace of his duties than in the distractions of shore leave. But from time to time, the relentless wheel of duties spun round once more, and it was work that compelled him to disrupt the tranquility of someone else's efforts.

And now, in the name of dedicated service to the aforementioned relentless wheel of duties, he found himself here, tasked with sending someone off for a well-deserved rest. A wide grin spread across Ollie’s face; the situation struck him as delightfully ironic. After all, it was a workaholic just like him, on a mission to convince another workaholic to "slow down and take a break"—an amusing contradiction, like a true hypocrite waving goodbye to someone else’s tireless grind.

The young operations officer leaned into the narrow confines of the Jefferies tube. A warm, friendly smile spread across his face as he rapped lightly on the metal frame, the sound echoing softly in the cramped space and, as he hoped, catching the attention of the person inside.

Bergmen: Ensign Imril? Lieutenant Bergmen, Operations.

Imril: Response

Ollie showed PADD in his hand and waved with the device.

Bergmen: As much as I believe everyone appreciates your work to get the ship back into shape as soon as possible, I noticed your shift ended one and a half mandatory work breaks ago, which you didn't take, so I came to remind you.

Imril: Response

Bergmen let out a soft chuckle at the note, a sound that echoed with both amusement and self-awareness. As he read between the lines, a wry smile crossed his face, illuminating the realization of his own hypocrisy in the next words he spoke.

Bergmen: Come on, Ensign! Let’s go to grab a coffee and a snack in the mess hall, and then I'll be off your back. ::smiles::

Imril: Response


TAG/END FOR OLLIE

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Lieutenant JG Ollie Bergmen
Operations Officer
U.S.S. Artemis-A
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