Ensign Gavrin Tarsan - Smite Indecision
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Sean Sabbage
Mar 12, 2026, 8:05:20 PMMar 12
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((Room 05-0605 - Deck 5 - USS Artemis-A))
To Gavrin's gratified surprise, all of his packed belongings had already found their way to his assigned berth, and he'd spent an hour or so neatly packing them away so that he didn't have to worry about it later. He'd left a few items out to possibly take down to Rylor, and was in the middle of indecisively swapping them around. The red shirt. No, the blue shirt, it seemed the safer choice.
His commbadge chimed, shaking him out of his choiceless stupor.
Cole: =/\= Lieutenant JG Natasha Cole to Ensign Gavrin Tarsan. If you’re available, report to Security. =/\=
Security? Already? Gavrin ran through the actions he'd taken in the scant few hours he'd been on the ship. Had he packed some contraband by mistake? Accidentally vandalised a turbolift when he wasn't looking? He pushed them aside long enough to answer the call.
Tarsan: =/\= Ensign Tarvin here. Sorry. Uh. Tarsan here, Lieutenant. On my way. =/\=
He straightened, kicking his bag under the bed and heading for Security as quickly as he could, without looking like he was rushing.
((Security Training Facilities - Security Center - USS Artemis-A))
Gavrin was pretty sure he'd made it to the security facility in record time, pausing before stepping through the door to catch his breath and appear as collected as he could. There was only one officer waiting for him, which he took as a good sign that he wasn't going to be immediately thrown in the brig.
Tarsan: Ensign Tarsan reporting
Cole: Ensign Tarsan, I’m Lieutenant JG Cole. I’m one of the Security Officers here on the Artemis
The Ensign waited, his back straight. Clearly some of the worry in his mind was showing on his face.
Cole: Relax. You’re not in trouble. ::beat:: I thought we’d take some time to run a phaser drill.
Tarsan: Oh! Oh. ::blinking, his shoulders slowly sliding down from somewhere around his ears:: I guess you saw my range scores already?
Cole: Response
Tarsan: ::giving her a wry smile:: Yeah that's uh.. generous.
Cole: Response
Gavrin nodded as he looked around the room more closely now, taking the time to investigate. Now he could see the tell-tale reflections of the emitters.
Tarsan: Will there be anyone else joining us? oO More people to watch me in my inadequacy, maybe? Oo
Cole: Response
TBC/TAG
To Gavrin's gratified surprise, all of his packed belongings had already found their way to his assigned berth, and he'd spent an hour or so neatly packing them away so that he didn't have to worry about it later. He'd left a few items out to possibly take down to Rylor, and was in the middle of indecisively swapping them around. The red shirt. No, the blue shirt, it seemed the safer choice.
His commbadge chimed, shaking him out of his choiceless stupor.
Cole: =/\= Lieutenant JG Natasha Cole to Ensign Gavrin Tarsan. If you’re available, report to Security. =/\=
Security? Already? Gavrin ran through the actions he'd taken in the scant few hours he'd been on the ship. Had he packed some contraband by mistake? Accidentally vandalised a turbolift when he wasn't looking? He pushed them aside long enough to answer the call.
Tarsan: =/\= Ensign Tarvin here. Sorry. Uh. Tarsan here, Lieutenant. On my way. =/\=
He straightened, kicking his bag under the bed and heading for Security as quickly as he could, without looking like he was rushing.
((Security Training Facilities - Security Center - USS Artemis-A))
Gavrin was pretty sure he'd made it to the security facility in record time, pausing before stepping through the door to catch his breath and appear as collected as he could. There was only one officer waiting for him, which he took as a good sign that he wasn't going to be immediately thrown in the brig.
Tarsan: Ensign Tarsan reporting
Cole: Ensign Tarsan, I’m Lieutenant JG Cole. I’m one of the Security Officers here on the Artemis
The Ensign waited, his back straight. Clearly some of the worry in his mind was showing on his face.
Cole: Relax. You’re not in trouble. ::beat:: I thought we’d take some time to run a phaser drill.
Tarsan: Oh! Oh. ::blinking, his shoulders slowly sliding down from somewhere around his ears:: I guess you saw my range scores already?
Cole: Response
Tarsan: ::giving her a wry smile:: Yeah that's uh.. generous.
Cole: Response
Gavrin nodded as he looked around the room more closely now, taking the time to investigate. Now he could see the tell-tale reflections of the emitters.
Tarsan: Will there be anyone else joining us? oO More people to watch me in my inadequacy, maybe? Oo
Cole: Response
TBC/TAG
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Ensign Gavrin Tarsan
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240303GT2
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