Ensign Imril - Capture All Opportunities!
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Chris Taylor
Dec 23, 2024, 3:50:10 AM12/23/24
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((USS Artemis, Deck 5))
A collection of Imril’s possessions was still waiting to be unpacked within their portion of their new quarters. A double-bunk room shared with Ensign Kel. Solas. Finishing the move could wait, though. An opportunity had arisen, and it needed to be seized upon with swiftness and determination. Like a Klingon!
The Ensign hauled a dufflebag up onto a chair and withdrew just enough items to prep for the volunteer mission. Their engineering kit was an obvious selection. Around their waist, they secured an engineering tricorder, a padd full of Klingon dictionaries and starmaps, and a small cylindrical packet bound up in a weatherproof sleeve. The wrist light could very likely be useful. Oh, an emergency med-packs! Some of those little brushes that archaeologists use would be nice, so they replicated a set. And then a water canteen, full. No repeats of a long thirsty walk through difficult terrain, thanks! And also a small chemistry set in case there were rusty doors that needed to be de-corroded before they could be open! And…
Several bits and bobs piled up on the table later, Imril decided to just replicate a whole new travel bag to put it all in. So what if they were over packed? That’s why shuttles have storage compartments! With a load to carry on both shoulders, the ensign started walking to the door.
They pulled the padd back out to read on the way into the turbolift. They were still having trouble with the pronunciation of one of the Klingon letters. The really spitty one that was something like coughing up a hairball with your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth.
Imril: ::working to reproduce the sound which is transliterated as ‘tlh’:: Kssk! Quhk! Hkk!
(( USS Griffin - Main Shuttle Bay, Deck 11, USS Artemis-A ))
Imril walked slowly, eyes on the padd and using their ears to avoid walking into anyone. For them, the best part of reading language primers, even if they had little intention of becoming fluent in any given one, was the little cultural notes that could be found within them which were used to illustrate the unique contexts behind the words and grammar. The intersection of thought and perception, each influencing the other over time. This glimpse into how people came to understand the universe through the words they used to describe it to themselves, it was fascinating stuff. Almost as fun as perusing technical manuals.
A rumble of hurried feet made Imril look ahead. A brisk but orderly traversal of people walking right-to-left and left-to-right. The side corridor Imril was walking was about to interact with the main one to the Shuttlebay. No more room for reading. They turned the corner and followed a pair of gossiping Andorians down to the hangar. A long and sleek Type-11 shuttle awaited them, already partially manned, based on the murmur of words coming from it’s open hatch. A tall, curly haired man in Operations gold was knocking on the portal. Behind him, closer to Imril, was a familiar exoframe.
Bergmen: Hello, is this shuttle Griffin?
Gnai: Response
Bergmen suddenly jumped against the shuttle, spooked by Lt. Gnai.
Bergmen: Ah, lieutenant Gnai… hello? ::gaze at Imril incoming:: Ensign?
Imril: … Imril. Engineering. ::Hefting their luggage:: I didn’t know what to pack for an archaeological survey, so I packed a little bit of everything.
Bergmen: Welcome, ensign at Artemis. Will we go? ::points into shuttle::
Gnai: Response
Imril entered the shuttle with the others, detouring at the back end to stow their gear. They then moved to the social area toward the cockpit, where pre-flight preparations were already underway. Their entrance was recognized by Lieutenant Sadar from the pilot's seat.
Sadar: W-Welcome aboard. I-I don’t know if you’ve met, but uhh, this is Petty Officer Filistrien. He’ll be observing the mission.
Imril turned to the man in Intelligence charcoal. Imril wasn’t sure what to think about his presence on this mission. The Klingons were on the Federation’s side (again), right?
Filistrien: A pleasure to be serving with you, Sir.
Bergmen was quick to shake hands with the other man.
Bergmen: Ensign Ollie Bergmen, Operations. Pleased to meet you too.
Imril: ::to Sadar and Filistrien:: Ensign Imril. Engineering.
Gnai: Response
Ollie settled into the spot next to Xandeus and began to fasten his seat belt.
Bergmen: So, Mr. Filistrien, how does it look? Will it be taking off soon?
Filistrien: Response
Sadar/Gnai: response
From behind came a clatter of footsteps. Lyara announced herself while moving ahead to the cockpit. Imril was quick to clear space for her, scooting into the Engineering seat.
Lyara: Hopefully you guys aren’t taking off without the pilot?
She took her place and nodded to the mission leader.
Lyara: Sorry I’m late sir, got caught up in paddwork.
Sadar: Response
Layara took both the conn and a deep breath.
Lyara: ::Giving a small wave:: Hello petty officer, I’m Ensign Lyara.
Filistrien: Response
The pilot gave a polite wave to the others.
Imril waved back to her, hoping the harsh words passed between them on Ura Neteos III were in the past and would stay there.
Sadar/Gnai/Bergmen: Response
Lyara sipped something out of a disposable cup before looking over the console. It was as good a signal as any for Imril to look over theirs.
Lyara: So did we get our pre-flight checks done?
Imril: ::Fingers zipping over the interface:: Commencing Engineering pre-flight… All systems green.
Imril: ::Tapping a word search into their padd:: .oO(patmey bej!)Oo.
Sadar/ Filistrien/Gnai//Bergmen: Response
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Ensign Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12
A collection of Imril’s possessions was still waiting to be unpacked within their portion of their new quarters. A double-bunk room shared with Ensign Kel. Solas. Finishing the move could wait, though. An opportunity had arisen, and it needed to be seized upon with swiftness and determination. Like a Klingon!
The Ensign hauled a dufflebag up onto a chair and withdrew just enough items to prep for the volunteer mission. Their engineering kit was an obvious selection. Around their waist, they secured an engineering tricorder, a padd full of Klingon dictionaries and starmaps, and a small cylindrical packet bound up in a weatherproof sleeve. The wrist light could very likely be useful. Oh, an emergency med-packs! Some of those little brushes that archaeologists use would be nice, so they replicated a set. And then a water canteen, full. No repeats of a long thirsty walk through difficult terrain, thanks! And also a small chemistry set in case there were rusty doors that needed to be de-corroded before they could be open! And…
Several bits and bobs piled up on the table later, Imril decided to just replicate a whole new travel bag to put it all in. So what if they were over packed? That’s why shuttles have storage compartments! With a load to carry on both shoulders, the ensign started walking to the door.
They pulled the padd back out to read on the way into the turbolift. They were still having trouble with the pronunciation of one of the Klingon letters. The really spitty one that was something like coughing up a hairball with your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth.
Imril: ::working to reproduce the sound which is transliterated as ‘tlh’:: Kssk! Quhk! Hkk!
(( USS Griffin - Main Shuttle Bay, Deck 11, USS Artemis-A ))
Imril walked slowly, eyes on the padd and using their ears to avoid walking into anyone. For them, the best part of reading language primers, even if they had little intention of becoming fluent in any given one, was the little cultural notes that could be found within them which were used to illustrate the unique contexts behind the words and grammar. The intersection of thought and perception, each influencing the other over time. This glimpse into how people came to understand the universe through the words they used to describe it to themselves, it was fascinating stuff. Almost as fun as perusing technical manuals.
A rumble of hurried feet made Imril look ahead. A brisk but orderly traversal of people walking right-to-left and left-to-right. The side corridor Imril was walking was about to interact with the main one to the Shuttlebay. No more room for reading. They turned the corner and followed a pair of gossiping Andorians down to the hangar. A long and sleek Type-11 shuttle awaited them, already partially manned, based on the murmur of words coming from it’s open hatch. A tall, curly haired man in Operations gold was knocking on the portal. Behind him, closer to Imril, was a familiar exoframe.
Bergmen: Hello, is this shuttle Griffin?
Gnai: Response
Bergmen suddenly jumped against the shuttle, spooked by Lt. Gnai.
Bergmen: Ah, lieutenant Gnai… hello? ::gaze at Imril incoming:: Ensign?
Imril: … Imril. Engineering. ::Hefting their luggage:: I didn’t know what to pack for an archaeological survey, so I packed a little bit of everything.
Bergmen: Welcome, ensign at Artemis. Will we go? ::points into shuttle::
Gnai: Response
Imril entered the shuttle with the others, detouring at the back end to stow their gear. They then moved to the social area toward the cockpit, where pre-flight preparations were already underway. Their entrance was recognized by Lieutenant Sadar from the pilot's seat.
Sadar: W-Welcome aboard. I-I don’t know if you’ve met, but uhh, this is Petty Officer Filistrien. He’ll be observing the mission.
Imril turned to the man in Intelligence charcoal. Imril wasn’t sure what to think about his presence on this mission. The Klingons were on the Federation’s side (again), right?
Filistrien: A pleasure to be serving with you, Sir.
Bergmen was quick to shake hands with the other man.
Bergmen: Ensign Ollie Bergmen, Operations. Pleased to meet you too.
Imril: ::to Sadar and Filistrien:: Ensign Imril. Engineering.
Gnai: Response
Ollie settled into the spot next to Xandeus and began to fasten his seat belt.
Bergmen: So, Mr. Filistrien, how does it look? Will it be taking off soon?
Filistrien: Response
Sadar/Gnai: response
From behind came a clatter of footsteps. Lyara announced herself while moving ahead to the cockpit. Imril was quick to clear space for her, scooting into the Engineering seat.
Lyara: Hopefully you guys aren’t taking off without the pilot?
She took her place and nodded to the mission leader.
Lyara: Sorry I’m late sir, got caught up in paddwork.
Sadar: Response
Layara took both the conn and a deep breath.
Lyara: ::Giving a small wave:: Hello petty officer, I’m Ensign Lyara.
Filistrien: Response
The pilot gave a polite wave to the others.
Imril waved back to her, hoping the harsh words passed between them on Ura Neteos III were in the past and would stay there.
Sadar/Gnai/Bergmen: Response
Lyara sipped something out of a disposable cup before looking over the console. It was as good a signal as any for Imril to look over theirs.
Lyara: So did we get our pre-flight checks done?
Imril: ::Fingers zipping over the interface:: Commencing Engineering pre-flight… All systems green.
Imril: ::Tapping a word search into their padd:: .oO(patmey bej!)Oo.
Sadar/ Filistrien/Gnai//Bergmen: Response
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Ensign Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12
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