Lt. JG Ollie Bergmen - Beware of Gideons bearing gifts
CPT Arianus
(( Conference Room – Deck 121, Deep Space 224 ))
Two rows of ribbons adorn the chest, a glass in one hand, and a wrapped gift in the other. A smile on the face. Glow in the eyes. Hair slightly muddled, styled with the careful touch of his fingers.
Lieutenant Bergmen weaved through the crowd, exchanging small polite phrases, smiling and waving to his colleagues, never stopping for long, as he moved closer to the officers he was about to address, step by step, group by group.
It didn't take him long to get where he wanted to go, yet long enough to let their conversation flow politely. Standing a couple of steps behind Imril, he gazed at Lieutenant Storm from afar, eavesdropping, waiting for the opening.
Imril: Would you be someone to talk to about renewing my phaser qualification?
He did not see Imril's expression when they asked the question, but the glow in Storm’s eyes was saying enough about her interest.
Storm: I am. Are you needing to re-up your phaser qualifications?
Imril: Response
Ollie chuckled silently. Of course, they never could stand still, always busy, always on the move.
Storm: Let’s schedule a time to do that soon.
Imril: Response
Those words did not skip the heart only for Storm. Ollie bit his lips as his mind tried to contain the memories and emotions that those words brought to light. But all of that is in the past. There was never anything next in yesterday. Only tomorrow would bring the light to follow.
Storm nodded at Imril once, and Ollie saw that nod as his opening to approach.
Storm: Engineering, right? I’ve mostly seen you in a white radiation suit. It took me a little bit to remember what you were wearing before the radiation alarm went off. You’re wearing yellow and you’re not tactical or security. I suppose you could be OPS, but you strike me as Engineering.
Imril: Response
He took a few steps to cross the gap that separated him from Storm and Imril, and stood to their side. In face he mirrored cherish, a sense of warmth and dignity, embodying the poised stance of an officer.
Bergmen: ::rise glass to Storm:: Lieutenant. ::turn his gaze to Imril:: Lieutenant… (beat) I hope I'm not interrupting.
Storm/Imril: Response
Ollie turned his hand, clutching the wrapped gift, and extended it towards Imril.
Bergmen: I wanted to leave it in your quarters, but then I realized that I would probably violate several security memos by doing so... :: eyed Storm with a cherish spark as he blinked his eye :: ...so (beat) Congratulations, Lieutenant Imril. Hope you will like your new individual quarters on the senior officers' deck and find yourself in your new responsibilities that come with your promotion to Junior Grade.
He glanced at the wrapped box he was holding.
Bergmen: It’s a portable mug warmer. Raktajino size. I thought it was a good one, considering how you can sometimes forget yourself with your hands deep at work. (beat) And no one wants to drink room temperature Raktajino. ::smiles::
Imril: Response
Storm: Response
TAG/TBC
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Lieutenant JG Ollie Bergmen
Operations Officer
U.S.S. Artemis-A
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