Tarrik Tarkin - Slug-O-Cola, the Lubricant of the USS Friendship

[Marc S]

OOC: Thanks for joining me :)

((Burger Nagus, Deck 227/228, Deep Space 224 ))

When Vitor approached Tarrik was far too invested in carefully chewing his slurgburger to notice. Green ooze got all over the wrapper and bled out from the meat in the middle. He's very careful with it and eats the food in as tidy a way as possible for a meal that seems designed to make a mess.

Despite these efforts he turned to Silveira while green slime commicaly oozed down his chin, the napkin was halfway to his face when the man spoke to him. 

Silveira: I hope I am not intruding, but I overheard the conversation, I can help if you wish to order something else.

Tarrik spotted that uniform and stood up too quickly. He accidentally hit his chair and sent it tumbling onto its back with loud, banging noises.

Larf: Hey!

Tarrik: Not at all sir! It's quite alright sir!

Vitor raised an eyebrow, shrugged and sat down.

Silveira: Well, in Starfleet we take care of our own. I understand if you don’t accept my assistance, but I had to offer it. I am Vitor Silveira, USS Artemis Chief Tactical Officer. ::he gestured to his uniform:: Don’t let this fool you, we are on shore leave so you can call me Sil or Vitor.

Tarrik: Aye sir!--

He relaxed, or at least as best as he could. He dropped his stance from attention and took a breath before picking up his chair and putting it back into position.

Tarrik: Sorry, sir er--sorry! Sil. :he smiles, the pointed ends of his teeth jutting up and down like spikes from behind his friendly expression: I'm also on the USS Artemis. :he relaxes and sits down with a sheepish expression: My name is Tarrik Tarkin, I'm the new engineer assigned to the ship. A new Slug-O-Cola would be nice but I'll survive. 

Silveira's smile had Tarrik looking a lot more visibly relaxed, his shoulders dropped and his body seemed to ever so slightly deflate.

Silveira: Really? Nice. Then welcome aboard. One more reason to help a ship comrade.

Tarrik: Thanks! I appreciate it sir, er Sil.

 
oOC'mon, Tarrik, get it together.Oo

Silveira: Response

Tarrik waited for him to stand and followed him back to the drink area and handed him the cup. The drink machine won't work for Tarrik, but it will for Sil, while also deducting a Federation Credit or two from his allowance.

Tarrik: Sorry. :what was he apologizing for?: But just so you know I actually studied quantum physics and quantum torpedoes at the Academy, as well as ship weaponry systems and of course photon torpedoes and phasers, but those were required engineering credits. The quantum torpedoes class was an elective though!

He sounded so proud. Maybe Tarrik didn't get the concept of a shore leave; he was quite eagerly rambling on about work and his credentials like it was an interview.

Sil: Response

Tarrik: Plus I also wrote a paper on weaponized transporter applications--

If Si didn't interrupt him, he'd carry on in a way some might find exhausting and dive deep into techno-jargon that amounted to creative applications of surgically removing critical parts of various non-Starfleet ships to disable them in unique ways for situation specific applications. Maybe he hadn't realized that his face was still covered in slug-slime, and it was threatening to drip.

Sil: Response

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Cadet Tarrik Tarkin

Engineering Officer

USS Centris-A

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