Lt JG Imril - A New Face In An Unexpected Place
Chris Taylor
(( Main Shuttlebay, Deck 11, USS Artemis-A ))
From underneath the Griffon, Imril shoved their toolkit out into the open floor. They came climbing out after it, black shirt slightly dinged from the time spent wriggling around checking bolts. Their duty jacket was hanging from the three-fingered hand of a DOT who had been sent to a corner to float and think about what it had done to the Bellepheron’s deflector array.
Imril staggered to a stand and had a good stretch before walking towards a collection of water bottles. Took a good long swig. Looked back at the process being made on the more accessible sides of the Type-11 shuttle. Their fellow engineers were re-applying the plating to the vessel’s port nacelle. It would be ship-shape in under an hour, assuming no interruptions--
Imril’s combagde chirped. Because of course it did.
An unfamiliar voice chimed from it.
Brexis: Imril… ::Beat, then tapping her combadge:: =/\= Lieutenant Brexis to Lieutenant Imril.=/\=
Bergmen: Response
Imril: =/\= Imril here. A moment, please. =/\=
They turned to the nearest crewman, covered their combadge and mouthed “Lt. Brexis?”
The jumpsuited engineer offered only a silent shrug.
This is what Imril got for actually leaving the ship for a significant amount of time to go have fun. Left out of the loop on the new arrivals. Whoever this person was, she spoke like she was in charge of something. So, best to act accordingly.
Imril: =/\= Sorry for the wait, Lieutenant. What can I do for you?” =/\=
Brexis: =/\= If you are available would you mind joining Lieutenant Bergmen and I in the Operations Center? I have a couple questions. =/\=
Bergmen: Response
Upon hearing the name of the person Brexis was with, Imril froze solid. They had been making themself scarce in that regard since the recent conversation at the Elysium.
Imril: =/\= Bergman, Sir? ::beat:: I mean, aye, Sir. On my way. =/\=
Brexis: =/\= Got it, thanks.=/\=
Imril tapped an end to the call and used their padd to log the summons, put the tool kit into proper storage for the next fellow, and collected their jacket. Then headed for the nearest turbolift. As its doors closed around them, the engineer asked aloud…
Imril: =/\= Computer, who is Lt. Brexis, USS Artemis? =/\=
((Operations Center, Deck 5 - USS Artemis))
By the time they’d reached the Operations Center door, Imril had surmised multiple reasons why the head of Strategic Ops might need to speak with an engineer. And still had precisely no idea what to say or do with themself around Ollie. They had asked for space and time following the revelation at Elysium, for both of their sakes. This was neither.
But duty called, and Ollie of all people would know that they would answer.
They stopped just shy of getting close enough to the door to make it opening. Straightened their uniform. Composed their face. All business.
They took another step, the door opened, and there Ollie and the stranger both were. Looking over a holo-display.
Imril: ::To Bergmen:: Uh… hi.
Bergmen: response
They attempted to recover from their awkwardness by launching into their customary introduction.
Imril: ::To Brexis:: Lt. Imril, Engineering. Reporting as requested.
Brexis: response
Fortunately, there was a big, hovering distraction to take advantage of.
Imril: ::Pointing to the hologram:: Can I ask what's on the display?
Bergmen: response
Brexis: response
Imril: And how might I be of help?
Bergmen: response
Brexis: response
TAG/TBC!
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Lieutenant JG Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12