Lt Commander T'Ama - The Last Honk You'll Hear
Melissa Jackson
((First Officer’s Office, Deck 3, USS Chin’toka))
T’Ama: What were the ways she thought up to use sound sensitivity against you?
Seleya: All she mentioned was using a blow horn to "incapacitate" me. Which I would like to say it wouldn’t, it would hurt, but who wouldn’t it hurt in a closed office space. Then they said they had about a dozen different ideas to use against me that I didn’t bother hearing.
T’Ama rubbed her forehead while Seleya took some calming breaths.
Seleya: Commander, can I request to work in operations for a few days, until this all blows over. Give it some space and time.
T’Ama raised an eyebrow.
T’Ama: You want out so bad you’re willing to do holodeck filter duty?
Not that she was being punished with it, that was just one of the grunt jobs that could be done without specialized training.
Seleya: Yes, Commander. If that is what needs to be done.
T’Ama: Wow, it is serious. Fine, you’re temporarily assigned to Operations for the next week.
Seleya: Thank you, Commander. Who is the new chief of the operations department I should report too?
T’Ama: Just report to Main Operations for alpha shift, they hand out assignments at the start of shift.
Seleya: Very well, Commander. Is there anything else you wanted to ask?
T’Ama: Not if you’ve told me all you want to. Thank you for coming to me with this. Dismissed.
She flopped back into her chair as soon as Seleya left and stared dully at the ceiling. This was the job, she supposed. She allowed herself exactly 60 seconds of wallowing before she got up and went to her replicator.
T’Ama: Computer, one air horn, please.
She returned to her seat, keeping the horn hidden from view under her desk.
T’Ama: =/\= Lieutenant Is’Kah. Report to the First Officer’s office. =/\=
Is’Kah: =/\= response =/\=
T’Ama knew exactly how long it would take to traverse the distance between the Security Complex on Deck 11 and her office on Deck 3.
T’Ama: ::at the chime:: Enter.
Is’Kah: response
As soon as Is’Kah stopped speaking, the extremely loud blast of the air horn ripped through the office.
T’Ama: ::loudly:: How’s that artificial ear that can hear real good doing?
Is’Kah: response
USS Chin'toka
C240004T11