PNPC Ensign Torrel - Ready to Lend a Helping Hand (Columbia)

[Anath G'Renn]

((Mess Hall Balcony - Deck 21, USS Columbia))

((Time Index: Before the red alert))

 

::With the stun grenades taken care of and Doctor G’Renn off to the bridge, Torrel realized that almost an hour ago she was supposed to be off-duty. Her stomach helpfully reminded her that it was time for lunch. Torrel had found her way to the mess hall and looked through the replicator menu for something to eat. She replicated a plate of mushroom florentine and found a free table on the mess hall balcony. After a few minutes, another familiar face had arrived on the mess hall balcony. It was Andrew Giles from sickbay. He asked to join her and she agreed. They began having a very friendly conversation.::

 

::Doctor Giles was telling a story about his time on the USS Blackwell for his cadet cruise. He was very involved in explaining the events of the first officer trying to calm down a group of A’Kir survivors rescued from the surface of their planet. Apparently a helpful attempt to explain the replicators to them and get them some food had ended in misunderstanding.::

 

Giles: So he tries replicating a plate of cookies to offer to the survivors that we rescued to show them how the replicators work. Instead, they get mad at him for hoarding all of the food for himself. The whole thing ends with a riot in the convalescent ward. Biobeds knocked off of their stands, diagnostic equipment flipped over, and I wound up getting charged and almost thrown into the wall. ::He stopped his story for a moment to finish his turkey sandwich.:: A cadet cruise on a hospital ship was always interesting.

 

::The redhead doctor started laughing, seemingly reflecting back on the complete chaos that the Blackwell’s first officer had accidentally unleashed. Torrel took another bite of pasta before responding.::

 

Torrel: It sounds like, despite all of the chaos, you enjoy working in sickbay.

 

Giles: Indeed I do. Sickbay is like a well-oiled machine. ::Andrew paused for a moment, considering the comparison.:: Well, maybe not so much a well-oiled machine but just a machine where all of the parts get along with each other. I think we’ve got one of the best medical teams in Starfleet.

 

Torrel: I’m glad that I got the chance to see the inner workings of sickbay and lend a hand. No offense, but as a non-patient is probably the best way to experience sickbay.

 

::Doctor Giles didn’t seem concerned or offended at all by her comments about avoiding sickbay as a patient. It was probably a popular sentiment among most people.::

 

Giles: You did good work today working on those countermeasures. And to think, all of that work on the stun grenades and the away team didn’t take any of them.

 

Torrel: The countermeasures! ::In sudden recognition of the forgotten task and surprise, her hand jolted and knocked over her glass.:: Doctor G’Renn ask that I have any that the away team didn’t take moved to the armory.

 

::The glass that she knocked over spilled the remaining water over the edge of the balcony. Torrel heard a cry of shock from the mess hall below. She glanced over the balcony to see who she had accidentally doused with water. When she saw the hair of the person her heart skipped a beat.::

 

Torrel: oO Not again! Oo

 

::She had been very careful to avoid Lieutenant Haneer since her meeting with the captain on her first day aboard the Columbia. For the most part she had avoided the Angosian yeoman and avoided any confrontation. But now, after so much success, she had dumped half a glass of water onto her head. Torrel went a little pale and offered up an apology and turned back to Doctor Giles before Lieutenant Haneer could respond. But if looks could kill, Torrel would be dead.::

 

Torrel: ::To herself:: Oh no… ::Speaking up and looking down from the balcony towards Haneer:: Sorry, Lieutenant!

 

::While he was kind enough to avoid laughing aloud, Torrel could see that Doctor Giles had enjoyed watching the display of chaos. However, the look of amusement faded ever so slightly when he saw the panicked expression she was wearing. He looked over the balcony as well and seemed to put together the dots. Without another moment’s thought he gestured for her to leave.::

 

Giles: Just run. I’ll take the blame for that little incident while you get to sickbay and make sure those stun grenades are safely given to security for safekeeping.

 

::It was a very kind offer. Torrel didn’t like the idea of just running off with nothing more than an apology shouted from the balcony, but she did have an important job to do. Giles’ willingness to be a mediator and apologize to Haneer and make sure she was alright was appreciated. Especially given that both of them knew the history between herself and Haneer.::

 

Torrel: ::With a relieved smile:: Thanks doc!

 

Giles: No problem, Torrel.

 

::Torrel stood up and ran towards the nearest turbolift. She had left the stun grenades unattended for almost half an hour. How grateful she was to have crewmates like Doctor Giles to help out.::

 

 

((Timeskip: Arriving at Deck 15.))

((Security Complex - Deck 15, USS Columbia))

 

::Thankfully the stun grenades had not been touched or moved from where she and Doctor G’Renn left them in sickbay. Torrel had taken an inventory to make sure they were all still there before collecting the container and rushing it down to the armory for safekeeping.::

 

::Glessi Nehrall, a recently-transferred Tellarite armory officer, was standing at the main monitoring station in the middle of the Security Complex. Torrel approached the bank of consoles gathered around in the center of the room. She set the box down on the edge of one of the consoles. The short Tellarite woman looked up at her with a look of confusion.::

 

Nehrall: How can I help you, ensign?

 

::The armory officer didn’t seem to be having a good day, or maybe she was just busy. Either way, she appeared to be in an unpleasant mood.::

 

Torrel: I’m here to deliver these stun grenades from sickbay. Doctor G’Renn would like them stored securely.

 

::Nehrall lifted the lid of the container and examined the stun grenades inside the box. After seeing what was inside she nodded and gestured towards the armory at one end of the Security Complex.::

 

Nehrall: ::With a look that said she could not be bothered to give the operations officer any more of her attention:: Yeah, sure, just put them in one of the storage units in the armory.

 

Torrel: Thank you!

 

::Torrel walked across the Security Complex to the armory. With a signal that it was alright from Nehrall, the crewman watching the armory door opened it for her and followed her into the weapon storage area. He unlocked a storage unit for her where she could safely store the stun grenades. As Torrel was walking back into the main room, the ship went to red alert suddenly.::

 

Nehrall: Alright everyone, get to your stations!

 

Torrel: Do you need any help from me?

 

::She ran over to the armory officer, looking for something to do so that she could help.::

 

Nehrall: ...you aren’t exactly a security officer, ensign. I really think that our department can handle itself. Don’t you have something else to take care of.

 

::That comment caused Torrel to frown. She was capable of lending a hand in a tactical emergency! She was trained in systems management, piloting, and communications. She also had a limited amount of hands-on security and tactical experience. Surely Captain Whittaker had assigned her to the boarding team that retrieved the Shanshuri’s prisoners for a reason.::

 

Torrel: There’s nothing else happening in sickbay where I was assigned to help Doctor G’Renn. But I can help if there’s anything that comes up that needs an operations officer. ::Sensing the armory officer’s lack of excitement.:: I was part of the team that boarded the Shanshuri ship.

 

Nehrall: I’ll let you know if something comes up. In the meantime, the internal sensor feeds from that console have been acting up.

 

::Torrel followed the officer’s line of sight and saw a workstation that had been deactivated. She smiled and rushed over to the console to see what the problem was. A computer that needed help. She opened the panel that contained the console’s isolinear control chips and started examining them for signs of damage.::

 

 

Ensign Torrel

Helm/Communications/Operations Officer

USS Columbia

 

===as simmed by===

 

Lieutenant Commander Anath G'Renn

Chief Medical Officer/Second Officer, USS Columbia

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