LTJG Lhandon Joseph Nilsen - I'm Not Just Any Old Storage Solution, I'm A Crate One!
Lhandon Nilsen
((Lower Aft Cargo Bay, Deck 11, USS Octavia E Butler))
Lhandon had met Richards on a previous tour with Sherlock and had formed a positive impression of him. As Richards began to work, Lhandon remained seated on a nearby crate. He discreetly pointed out that Richards' badge was upside down, hoping to save him the embarrassment of being caught by a senior officer.
Nilsen: ::quietly:: By the way, your combadge is on upside down.
Richards: Oh yeah… it’s these new badges they are handing out.
Nilsen: You’ve still got the old…
Lhandon elected not to push anymore. He didn’t laugh, it felt wrong to do that. Inspections were not that much of a thing as an officer. It seems like Richards didn’t noticed that last comment, so Lhandon allowed himself the faux pas
Richards: The weight, has it changed at all?
Lhandon looked at his own tricorder to confirm.
Nilsen: Nope, not since we been here, nor since it’s arrived from…wherever it came from. I’m not even trusting the manifest at this point
Richards: What about sound, has it ::beat:: said anything?
Nilsen: Normally if crates make sound, we get worried. I…it’s not said anything.
Richards: Oh… That’s too bad.
Nilsen: You want it to make noise?
He had asked rhetorically, but then spoke with a slight sense of self-deprecation.
Nilsen: I feel like an idiot with this slipping by us…::He then paused that fought to see Richards was up to something:: What ya doing?
Lhandon had noticed that excitement. It was the same excitement he experienced. When Richards had turned to face Lhandon with a smirk, he had recognised that smirk as one he had worn as well. For that reason, he had trusted Richards.
Richards: Oh, you’ll see.
Anton pried open a small panel on his tricorder with some kind of tool, and Lhandon had gotten off the crate to stand next to Richards and take a closer look at what he was doing to the tricorder. It had been unholy and utterly fantastic.
Richards: You might want to stand back.
Nilsen: oh…oh okay.
As he stepped back, he watched Richard turn the tricorder into a master key, a beam emitted from the device. Lhandon was a good bit taller then Richards so at 6”4 he was almost leaning over Richards as he titled his head to understand what the security officer was doing
Nilsen: You gotta teach me how to do that. How ya do that? Since when have tricorders been aggressive.
He had a small laugh, one that showed his shock.
Richards: Response
Nilsen: Sup Tox, you’re meant to be in sick bay?
He was certainly surprised by Toxin’s arrival, he had been given a short period of rest, but the chief never did rest and it was fruitless to try and force him to do so. So Lhandon had been working around him, trying to lighten his load where he could.
Richards/Arlill: Response
Nilsen: We got ourselves a mystery crate, our scanners can’t get through it, my codes don’t work on it, brute force won’t work. But Richards here just did a magic trick with a tricorder.
Richards/Arlill: Response
Nilsen: That trick did something, I’m getting a slightly clearer image. There’s just one problem, while that was brilliant Anton, it’s got two more locks.
Richards/Arlill: Response
Nilsen: But…I wonder, Computer scan the contents of this crate
Computer: ::dryly:: Oh sure, because I've had so much luck scanning this crate so far. I'll just give it another try, shall I?
Nilsen: Please.
He rolled his eyes and glanced at both Toxin and Anton.
Computer: The contents of this crate include a quantum flux regulator, a subatomic particle integrator, and a tachyon field generator.
Nilsen: What that make? Part of a transporter? A replicator? I’ve got my own quantum flux regulator, they’re as common as a 21st century screwdriver, but the other two? I can’t see the connection
Richards/Arlill: Response
Tags/TBC
Lieutenant JG Lhandon Joseph Nilsen
HCO & Acting Asst. Chief
USS Octavia E Butler
O240007LN1
He/Him/His (Both player and character)