PNPC Ensign S'Rrrrell - Unnerving Silence
Jessica
(( Holodeck 3 ))
The Caitian stepped to the control panel and activated a
simulation corner, inside the simulation. A console with a
holographic 3D display hovering above it on which they could
display what was going to happen.
S'Rrrrell: If you wish to help you could petition that we each get
ourrr own quarrrterrrs. Trrry living with a walking talking plant
who has not seen a happy day in their life.
Motha: Interesting coming from the animal which cannot keep his
shedding to their side of the quarters. I believe I have swept
enough to replicate a second Caitian.
Ollo: R-roommates? O-oh no, no no.
At Motha's remark they growled slightly, though the way their ears
twitched one could almost think they were amused. They would
never, after all Motha was not funny.
S'Rrrrell: No guarrrantee I won't sleepwalk and mistake you for
catnip.
Motha: Nor can I guarantee you will find prickly pear thorns
*accidentally* dropped among your bedding.
S'Rrrell bared their teeth and hissed at the walking plant.
Ollo: Er, comrades? C-can we just do the engineering? Maybe no
more talking?
Motha: You will have to excuse my behavior. Ensign S'Rrrell have a
history which we cannot appear to escape from. Our Flight leader
of our Academy gave up and so has the Deputy Commandant. I only
assume that some deity is angry at me to have our lives still
intertwined.
The Caitian stared at Motha. No matter how much they wanted to
just claw through his leaves, they had to admit that Ollo was
right. They had work to do. In case of an emergency they had to
know what to do.
S'Rrrrell: My.. apologies. You arrre corrrect, let's focus on
worrrk.
Ollo: You know, you could always transfer departments. I did, and
it--
The black feline looked at the Bolian. Change departments? For
someone passionate about engineering that was out of the question.
For S'Rrrrell it was definitely not in the picture, Engineering or
bust. Apparently either their or Motha's expression - did that guy
even have one? - was enough for Ollo to switch gears.
Ollo: Uh, it... Yeah let's just work.
Motha: Shall I work on structural shield patterns for possible
deployment?
S'Rrrrell: That would be beneficial. My simulations will show us
possible weak points to take carrre of.
Ollo: Good, and I'll do the other. How about a 15 minute check in?
15 minute check in. They could do that.
Motha: response
Ollo: Oh, no it isn't. It's something I learned when I was a
science officer. Independent work for 15 minutes, then report back
to the group.
S'Rrrrell: I have no objections.
Motha: response
Ollo: It's best you use the time to figure out what you don't
know. That way you can utilize the shared brain power of the group
to figure it out.
Motha: response
The Caitian nodded and turned back to the console and projection
in front of them. It made sense, and it would allow to have 15
minutes withtout interaction with Motha. Sweet silence. So
S'Rrrrell turned back to the simulations in front of them. Working
alone, adjusting the scenario to test various things for more
detailed results.
They weren't judging the results just yet, just collecting the
data of weak points and problems that may arise. After about ten
minutes the silence got to the cat. It was weird. Though they
weren't sure why, things weren't naturally loud around them all
the time. They looked at the data, since the Phylosian was working
on the shield right now, it would be better to let him know from
the start that there was something off.
S'Rrrrell: Motha, the shield frrreqency needs adjustments, yourrr
currrent setting would fight the waterrr.
Motha/Ollo: response
They exhaled and their tail went from stiff and rigid to swaying
gently back and forth. That was better. The interrupted silence.
That of course had nothing to do with Motha just that the complete
silence was unnerving.
S'Rrrrell: Adjusting simulation. ::Their fingers ran over the
console to follow these words, then watching the calculations they
nod.:: That will worrrk.
Motha/Ollo: response
They returned to their simulations, testing out pressures applied
to the shuttles, noting the stress points and ran through the
database with creatures that would be found on Daaka, at least
those they knew about so far, and added them to the simulation for
possible damage and what could lure them in.
Motha/Ollo: response
As the time was up they transferred the information to the main
console so they could share them with the rest of the group and
walked over to them.
S'Rrrrell: Is everrryone rrready?
Motha/Ollo: response
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Ensign S'Rrrrell
Engineering Officer
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Commanding Officer
USS Constitution B
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