LCDR Aine Sherlock - Round Two

[Aine Sherlock]

(( Operations Center, Deck 7, USS Octavia E. Butler ))

Aine found it highly amusing that Nilsen didn't seem to get along with the ship's computer. It was a state of the art system. AI driven and intuitive. Fast light. Even had a pleasing tone. It could practically run all administrative functions if you wanted it to. But then what would be the point of having people out on starships?

Sherlock: Hey, stop fighting it. The computer's there to help.

Nilsen: I want to. But I swear she’s hate me. What can I do you sir?

Sherlock: New officer, needs quarters.

Nilsen: Richards right? Anton? Yeah I got you. Figured you’d be coming by.

Aine's face suddenly looked impressed as she looked back and forth between the two officers. Nilsen had been paying attention to the recent comings and goings. It was an area she considered critical, particularly for Operations and it definitely helped with shift rotations, which could be one of the most disruptive things on a ship.

Richards: That would be me.

Nilsen: Right so, we can either squeeze you into deck four, or if you don’t want to be next to the warp field governors, we’ve got more open rooms on deck 5, I do need to keep filling that deck up. I’m guessing you don’t want the speech about the OC, what it can do and all that. ::smiles::

She rolled her eyes, pausing as they reached their apex before closing as she took in a long breath. The answer was definitely a no.

Richards: If you are looking to fill up deck five, then five it is.

Sherlock: Yeah, think we can skip the speech.

Nilsen: Right, there we go. Deck five, starboard side, section eight, room one. You pretty much get the best views on that side of the ship. You ain’t got that far to walk to the turbo lift, and there's a holodeck and gym there, so not too bad of a spot I think.

Richards: Sounds perfect, thanks.

Sherlock: Should offer just enough getaway at the end of the day.

She gave Richards a nod. She felt it was important for officers to get time away from work. Ships were big, but they weren't that big. Unless you were on one of those old fat Galaxy Class ships. She didn't take a lot of leisure time, but it was more a case of do as I say, not as I do. People needed to let of steam and being away from the bridge or your sections central locale was the best way.

Nilsen: so…it will be ready for you by 15:00. If you got luggage waiting for you, we’ll beam it there too.

Richards: I’m not sure what of mine has made it over from Thor or the 'Oumuamua. But there’s probably something I’d imagine.

Aine looked worriedly at Nilsen. Not for anything he did this time. But Starfleet usually kept good order of people's possessions.

Sherlock: There should be a chain of custody going back to the Thor. ::looking back to Richards:: We should be able to track everything down.

Arlill(optional?)/Nilsen: response

Richards: If by any luck half of the stuff was lost, or maybe accidently shipped to Riza.

Sherlock: If anything is ::beat:: misplaced, we'll make sure it's reimbursed for.

Arlill(optional?)/Nilsen response

Richards: Ah well. You can’t win them all.

Arlill(optional?)/Nilsen response

Sherlock: Anyways, I'm sure you will be working together in the future. We try to keep things tight on the ship, we've got a lot of classified equipment on-board.

Nilsen/Richards: response

Sherlock: Good. So, Mister Richards, should I show you to Sickbay? Get your medical out of the way so we can get you on the rotation?

Richards: response

Nilsen: response

tags/TBC

LCDR Aine Sherlock

Chief of Security

U.S.S. Octavia E. Butler

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