[sb118-artemis] Ensign Tho'Bi - Catspaw and The Andorian

[Tobi]

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((Ensign Tho’Bi’s Quarters (0799), Deck 5, USS Artemis))

The young Ensign collapsed onto the floor the communal living area of his shared quarters.   He stretched out his tall, lean Andorian frame and lost himself in the pulse and sense of his antennae; impressions of vibration, density, and velocity, told him the temperature, dimensions, and air flow of the room.  He shut his eyes and recoiled up onto his hands.  The young Andorian began walking on his hands, exploring the room without the need for his eyes.

Chirp!  The Ensign’s communicator badge sounded.  Instinctively, he lifted his right hand to on his chest and tapped his communicator badge to answer it.  He was now only standing on one hand.  He promptly fell over.

Unknown Ops Officer: =/\= Ensign.  Work orders has you calibrating quarters for new arrivals.  You missed one, newbie! =/\=

He did not recognize the voice.  And was too winded the reply, before his communicator let out a two-tone beep, as a message was relayed to him.

Richards: =/\= Can I get someone from OPS to come to the XO’s quarters to take a look at the climate control? I think it needs to be calibrated or something… =/\=

His communicator let out the two-tone beep again, but in reverse order, as the young Ensign was connected to the crew member who had sent the original message.

Tho’Bi: =/\=Ensign Tho’Bi.  Engineering.  You need the XO calibrated? =/\=

Apparently, landing on his head was good for his nervous stutter, but Not so good for his word soup.  Luckily for him, the woman at the other end of the communicator, didn’t appear to notice, or was too polite to say anything.

Richards: =/\=Thanks… Tho’Bi. I’m Sam by the way. Like I said, XO’s quarters. That’s where I am. See you soon. =/\=

Tho’Bi:  =/\= (beat) See you s-soon (beat) Ma’am (beat) Bye =/\=

The Ensign scrambled for his Engineering Kit and PADD.  He headed out the door.

((Deck 2, USS Artemis))

Swosh!  The turbolift doors opened onto Deck 2, and Ensign Tho’Bi cautiously stepped off the turbolift, one feet at a time.  His dark blue eyes tracked down the corridor one way and then the next.  It seemed quiet enough.  This was the senior officers deck.  Only the Captain and the XO lived up here.  This was the kind of deck, where Ensigns get airlocked.

Tho’Bi looked down at his freshly bodged PADD.  He hadn’t had time to do a proper job of it yet.  He’d used a plasma torch to reset the smashed cover; but it hadn’t had time to set properly, and spilled over the frame, like an overeager birthday cake.  He’d also had to default the PADD to basic code import, until he could replace the iso-linear chip responsible for graphics.  This wasn’t a problem for an engineer.  It just looked odd to others.

//PADD DISPLAY//

Crew Member(s):  Lt. Commander Dakora, Talos  | Richards, Samantha (Scientist/CIV)

Deck: 02 Quarters: 1201

Environmental:  Custom|Dakora

//END OF PADD DISPLAY//

He set off in the direction of quarters 1201.  Stopped.  Realized he was going in the wrong direction.  Turned around.  And set off in the correct direction.  Stopped.  Turned around.  And set off in the correct direction.

Tho’Bi: oOPlease don’t let the XO be there.  Please don’t let the XO be there.Oo

He pressed the door chime and waited.  And waited a bit more.

Richards: ::Looking towards the door:: Hello-yes- Open-::pausing:: Come in!

Swoosh!  The door opened.

((XO & Sam’s quarters, deck 2, USS Artemis))

Tho’Bi: Ensign Tho’Bi.  E-Engineering.  You had a pro-problem with your En-Environmental Setup.

The young Ensign peered round the door way, nervously checking for the XO.

Richards:  Response

The Ensign lifted one foot over the threshold.  Put it back.  And then crossed the threshold leading by the other foot.  Upon entering the room, Tho’Bi notices the cat.  Having studied Xeno-Biology at the Academy, he was aware of cats, but he had never actually met one.  He had, on the other hand, met plenty of species of all different shapes and sizes, growing up on Deep Space 3.  And he was nervous.

Tho’Bi:  ::to Richards:: Oh, I’m s-sorry.  I-I didn’t kn-know you had company.  ::to the cat:: I-I’m Ensign Tho’Bi.  I just tr-transfered here from th-the Academy.

Richards: Response?

The Ensign turned back to Richards. 

Tho’Bi:  ::points upwards:: Y-You said the en-environmental step up needed ch-changing.

Richards: Response

TAGS/TBC

((OOC: How Sam reacts to Tho’Bi talking to her cat like he’s a member of the crew is, of course, 100% your choice.

Could be fun to play it out that Sam just thinks he’s being super friendly to the cat and couldn’t possibly imagine him mistaking it for a member of the crew.

Could wait for the XO to get home; he picks up on the fact Tho’Bi thinks the cat is a member of the crew, but Sam thinks XO is joking.

Or Sam could realize, but be too polite/flummoxed to say anything.  Then when the XO gets home, Sam could tell him and the XO thinks Sam is being crazy.

...I think it'd be fun to string it out for months and months 😂 Depends how you want to play it - 100% up to you!

And of courses it depends on how the cat wants to play it - yikes!))

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Ensign Tho’Bi

Engineering

USS Artemis-A

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