Lieutenant Anton Richards - Snap out of it
Writer Guy
(Aine - OOC: Going to occasionally tag people in, but don't feel those tagged in will have to carry on for long, we can always keep continuing with a tour.))
((Corridor, Deck 7, USS Octavia E. Butler))
Anton’s escort, and new boss, was acting quite strange. Almost as though she was daydreaming. She was probably reliving Anton dropping his PADD over and over again he thought.
The embarrassing scene ran through Anton’s memory once more, only this time, the PADD made an abnormally loud snapping noise when it hit the ground.
Anton forcibly blinked several times, returning him to the present.
Sherlock: Just follow the manual of arms and all safety procedures.
Anton paused briefly, there went his underwater adventure idea. Probably for the best.
Richards: Of course, Sir.
Sherlock: The Ops people on this ship can be a little ::beat, eyes shifting back and forth looking for a word:: odd.
Anton was beginning to get suspicious. People acting strangely, particularly whilst working for Starfleet always had a tendency to be something drastic.
Anton had just arrived, had the crew been replaced with enemy aliens before he boarded? Perhaps everyone excluding himself were actually holograms…
He pulled out his scanner in a casual manner, and began scanning up and down seemingly at random.
Richards: Odd? How so?
Aine nodded her head to the side, indicating towards the door, and Anton took a deep breath as she led him through the door and into the room.
Anton had half expected to walk into a Starfleet/Alien Hive combination. But what he saw was rather… normal. An officer was seemingly struggling with a computer, and there were exactly zero alien hatcheries that Anton could currently see.
Sherlock: Hey Chief. We got a new officer transferring in. ::gesturing towards Richards::
Arlill: response
Anton raised his hand as a greeting gesture. Still keeping an eye out for any sort of obvious abnormalities.
Richards: Hey there. Name’s Richards ::Gesturing towards the console:: You try wacking it?
Arlill/Sherlock: Response?
Sherlock: Can we get him setup with some quarters? Not sure if you've got furniture options or the like? And maybe some standard gear?
Richards: Options?
Anton didn’t recall having “options”, he thought back to his quarters aboard his previous two vessels. Most of what he could remember was all the trinkets and junk scattered around his room, along with half unpacked boxes.
To his father’s horror, Anton had made little effort to retrieve any of these items, from either ship.
Arlill/Sherlock: response
Anton was looking for a way to perform a quick scan on Arlill, you know. To see exactly what kind of alien invader he was dealing with. At first It didn’t look like he was going to be awarded the chance, but when the officer glanced away, Anton was able to run a quick scan.
The scan yielded nothing out of the ordinary.
Richards: ::Muttering to himself out loud:: Hm. Maybe the scanners can be fooled.
He looked up suspiciously.
Arlill/Sherlock: Response
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Lieutenant Anton Richards
Security Officer
USS Octavia E. Butler - NCC-82850
T239802AR1
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