Ensign Gavrin Tarsan - How Not To Make A Good Impression

[Sean Sabbage]

(( Captain's Ready Room - Deck 1, USS Artemis-A ))

Tarsan: I wanted to find out who I was, to be honest, Captain. Never really felt like a full Betazoid, even though I am. But I don't think I'd ever have been happy there. So Starfleet seemed like a good way of... being part of something bigger. And learning who I can be along the way.

Gavrin could tell that that wasn't the answer that the Captain was hoping for, the Betazoid's expression starting to shift wry.

MacKenzie: So? Have you found your purpose here?

Tarsan: That I think I'm still working out, Captain. I've got time. I hope.

MacKenzie: Some. Starfleet isn't exactly a place known for its forgiveness or opportunities for on-the-job self-discovery.

This was not going the way Gavrin had hoped. He was trying to make a good impression, not make the Captain think that he was a wastrel who had no idea what he wanted to do with his life.

Tarsan: Don't worry, Captain. I know I want to be an engineer. And I'm set on Starfleet now, not going anywhere.

MacKenzie: In that case, then the Artemis may be a better place for you, after all.

That at least seemed to be a better answer. More what Gavrin was going for than his original impression of 'just leave me on the next planet we get to'.

Tarsan: Glad to hear it, Captain. I'm looking forwards to serving on her.

MacKenzie: Well, if you don't have any more questions for me, you're dismissed, Ensign. And welcome aboard the Artemis.

Tarsan: Thank you, Captain!

He nodded to the Captain and turned about, heading out of the Ready Room and to his next meeting of the day...

End Scene!

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Ensign Gavrin Tarsan

Engineering Officer

USS Artemis-A

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