Ensign Imril - Gipes and Grub

[Chris Taylor]

((USS Artemis, Deck 2, turbolift))

Imril: Deck Five, Elysium.

Silveira: I am happy you're coming onboard in my pet project. I have this habit of trying to provide the crew with something they might enjoy. ::He shrugged and smiled.:: I unofficially consider myself the Moral officer. ::He raised his hand:: But remember this is an off duty work, and don’t feel obliged to spend overtime with it. After our last mission we all could use some rest. Was it your first mission?

Imril: That would be breaking down the Tritorian... And every lovely thing that happened before we could get started on that.

Vitor smiled and nodded. Their “visit” to Meirash didn’t end up being as bad as some of the recent missions.

Silveira: Well, it could have taken a turn for the worse. I still consider that, since they had been influenced by others before us, the Prime Directive didn’t truly apply. But that’s just me.

Imril: It turned out plenty bad enough, I’d say.

The turbolift doors opened as they reached the Elysium deck. Vitor again gestured for Imril to step out first.

Silveira: Really? And what were your impressions? And please speak freely, and feel free to not answer as well. I tend to be a blabber mouth and, as that portuguese expression goes, speak through my elbows. ::He shrugged.:: It means I speak a lot, not sure you have noticed it.

((USS Artemis, Deck 5))

Imril let out a humorless laugh as they stepped forth onto a new deck’s floor.

Imril: My impression? You mean not counting being taken prisoner, sent on the sweatiest march of my life and watching a fellow officer nearly bleed to death? Aside from that, it was great. Everything went like clockwork. A textbook deconstruction job. You know what still bothers me, though? Erasing that ship from the jungle was always going to be a covert thing. But I never would have expected that I’d be conspiring with the local leadership to keep everyone else down there from discovering it.

Silveira: response

Imril: Granted, a con-artist coming down to your world to play god-empress or whatever isn’t the best first impression the galaxy can give. But for someone to know without a doubt that there’s life up in the night-time stars and declare that not only do they want nothing to do with it but that nobody else around them can have access to it, or even know it’s there… That just doesn’t sit right with me.

Silveira: response

((USS Artemis, Deck 5, Elysium Mezzanine))

A pair of doors, markedly unlike others on the ship, marked the entrance to the upper floor of the Elysium. Hunger, and a feeling of partial familiarity with their companion prompted Imril to take the first steps inside. A long platform looked down onto a larger floor below, full of cheer and conversation. The ensign headed for the nearest available replicator. The vicarious trip to 1980’s Earth had them feeling adventurous.

Imril: Computer, something Bolian and deep-fried.

What the replicator produced was a number of skewers of alternating fish, mellon and tuber, all fried to the same golden-brown consistency. Their panko-like crust was formed with flakes of baked seaweed in place of bread. The skewers were propped up in holes built into the lip of a bowl that was filled with a deep green algae-based dip. They called forth a flavored water to wash the meal down with and stood clear of the machine.

Silveira: response