LT Gila Sadar - Better a Senior than an Impertinent Junior

[LT Gila Sadar]

(( Main Engineering - Deck 16, USS Artemis-A ))

Ensign Tho’Bi had, thus far, impressed Gila. She wasn’t shy to admit that mentally - thankfully, Andorians weren’t telepathic by nature - and she recalled just how utterly hopeless she had been as an Ensign. Gila obviously didn’t know much more about Engineering than what was required of her degree at the Academy, so she couldn’t tell how viable his suggestions were in practice, but as far as an introvert suggesting solutions to a problem by a senior officer (which still was an alien thought to this day)? He’d performed very well indeed.

And he wasn’t done.

Tho’Bi:  Isolinear chips are like musical notes played together to create harmony.  ::gestures like playing piano:: Even a small variation makes the harmony muddy.  ::points to the console where Sadar tripped over him:: Checking the synchronization is no problem.  It’s what I was doing when you stood on me.     

Gila’s cheek folds vibrated anxiously as the Ensign reminded her of her very rude interruption.to his workday, and she eagerly changed the subject.

Sadar: W-Well, what was your specialty at the Academy?

Tho’Bi:  Fusion and alternative power sources ::becomes animated:: Oh!  Yes!  An alternative computer core.  You hook up a portable computer core to handle any data overflow.  ::nods::  Job done.

Realizing that they were back to her concerns about the surplus data flow in the Galaktoboureko, Gila’s anxiety faded away as she became more mission-oriented.

Sadar: An extra computer core? ::considers:: That could work?

Tho’Bi:  Standard Away Mission Potable Core should do.  Buuuuut… hook up one of the spare shuttle computer cores from supplies ::nods and smiles:: and you’re disco biscuits.

Gila could do nothing but blink at that.

Sadar: Disco...? ::shakes her head:: I-I mean, I wouldn’t know the first thing about hooking one of those up... And how should it be stored? Will it take up space?

Tho’Bi: I could hook it up for you ::scratches back of neck:: though, I’d need permission from a senior engineer. ::his head rocks from side to side::  And… their sign off before we turned it on.  ::nods and smiles::  Yeah.  Maybe better to just get a senior engineer.

Exactly what Gila had feared. While there was a certain amount of anxiety involved with her approaching junior officers, with all the inevitable ‘Yes Sir’ or ‘How do you do, Lieutenant’ that that entailed, she found it doubly petrifying to approach a senior engineer - much less a senior engineer who’d actually worked on the project she was questioning - and requesting their assistance in rectifying what she perceived to be an engineering problem.

Yeah, no thanks on that front.

Sadar: Oh... O-Okay. W-Who would you suggest?

oO Don’t say Lieutenant Minthar, don’t say Lieutenant Minthar- Oo

She realized that Andorians weren’t telepathic, of course, but she hoped the Wheel might turn in her favor, just this once.

Tho’Bi: Response

Sadar: I... I-I see. I guess, if you say so. 

Tho’Bi: Response

Sadar: The mission departs in a couple of days, so I hope that’d be plenty of time. We aren’t often this close to the Alpha Quadrant, so we need to get as much value out of the trip as we possibly can.

Tho’Bi: Response

TAG/TBC

LT Gila Sadar

Medical Officer

USS Artemis-A

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