Ensign S'Rorr - The One That Got Away

[S'Rorr]

((Turbolift))

S'Rorr was a busy body.

He'd taken on two majors at the academy, had finished his M.D. and completed residencies, had worked until he'd lost friends and patches of hair and been ordered to see a counselor or leave Starfleet, he had been such a mess. In short, he liked to work. He understood the type, he'd seen it in a mirror.

And so, he'd decided the most entertaining thing he could do on Risa was read pscyhe evals, duty logs, and Brodie's records for the senior staff of his new ship. Sure, it was work. But he could read while sitting in the sun on a sandy beach, and that made it okay.

After a reasonable amount of days enjoying the sights, sounds, and smells of the pleasure planet below his feet.. or to port, realistically, going by the orientation of the Chin'toka, he had beamed back up to get a head start on his work.

((Bridge, USS Chin'toka))

The turbolift door slid open and he stepped out, holding a PADD in his arm and looking for someone in particular.

Sherlock: Counselor.

S'Rorr: Commander.

He'd found her easily. There weren't many crewmen on the bridge, not with most of the crew being down on Risa for shore leave, and Commander Sherlock was easy to find.

S'Rorr: How's it going?

He asked it casually, his tone light but with a tinge of professionalism that says 'I'd like to talk business and this is a warm-up'. She seemed just as interested in cutting to the chase.

Sherlock: I'm doing quite alright. What can I do for you?

S'Rorr: Could I speak to you in private for a moment?

Sherlock: ::gesturing towards the Captain's Ready Room:: Please, we can use the Ready Room.

S'Rorr could count the number of times he'd been on the bridge of a starship on two fingers. Twice. He had been on a bridge two times. He found it difficult not to gawk and explore it in person, see what the viewscreen looked like from every station, sit in the Captain's chair, provided nobody was around to stop him. Visiting the Ready Room was every bit as novel and exciting as that. There was something about being in that space, as he stepped through with the first officer into the ready room, that made him feel important.

S'Rorr: ::checking the PADD in hand:: Cutting right to the chase, Commander, I'm looking at my records and you're well overdue for a visit. I sent you a few messages about scheduling, I-

Sherlock: Response

S'Rorr: Ah, yes I understand you're very busy, but you know, I'm very flexibl-

Sherlock: Response

S'Rorr: Er.. Yes, Commander. Of course.

And then she was gone. He looked at the open scheduling blocks on his PADD and scratched at the back of his head with confusion.

((Corridor, Deck 7, After Time Skip))

There she was! He'd spotted the busy First Officer by chance and hurried, half jogging, down the corridor to catch up with her. She was on her way to the turbolift, but she wasn't close enough to get to it before S'Rorr could get to her.

S'Rorr: Commander Sherlock! Perfect! You're a difficult one to get hold of. Did you get my messages? About the scheduling?

Sherlock: Response

Ensign S'Rorr

Ship's Counselor

USS Chin'toka

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